The old man, standing with his hands folded behind his back, scrutinized her for a few moments. "You do seem familiar."
"Skinny Orian? Your errand boy during the plague in the west? Two years back, I worked with you when you came to my village to stop the outbreak. At that time, you guided me about the importance of daily baths as well as how to treat injuries through alternative means when required herbs are not in season."
"Orian?" Erich mumbled as the fog on his memories lifted. It finally struck him— this should be that young herbalist who wished to become a physician. "I do remember you. Your grandfather has dementia."
Given the strange and moody personality of this physician, she should have expected that he would only remember her through her sick grandfather.
"I am in need of your help," she said.
"What is it?"
"I...can’t tell it here," she said hesitantly. "I need to talk to you alone."
"Is this about your grandfather?"
"Yes, Master."
"You seem to be a royal servant. Is your grandfather in the palace as well?"
"He’s not."
"Then? I can’t leave given the circumstances."
The King of Griven was his current patient, and Erich was only one person. He could only dedicate his sole attention to the King for now.
"I will manage it later, but Master Cenric, I really need your help. It is very important to me."
He stared at her desperate face and it brought back the memories from two years back when this young boy was desperately crying for his help. Now, he could almost remember what their last talk was about.
"Alright," he said. "Follow me."
He turned to leave but he heard Oriana say, "I will get the permission from my superior first and come to meet you in your lodging, Master."
Erich waved her away and continued on his way. Meanwhile, she returned to her place outside the King’s chamber, feeling relieved that she found a chance to talk to the old man.
’Now, all I have to do is to ask permission to meet my master.’
Moments later, Arlan stepped out of the King’s chamber. His knights and servants then silently followed him, and the direction they were headed... was precisely Erich’s current residence.
Oriana was pleasantly surprised to see Arlan heading to the same side palace where the servants were ordered to leave the prince’s gifts.
To show courtesy, Arlan left his retinue outside when he entered the guest residence.
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