I Only Need A Few Months

The Roman Knight's face was ashen.

When he sent people to arrest Grete, he hadn't thought much of it—just some grunt, arrest him, beat him up at the Temple, lock him up for a few days, what's so difficult about that? Surely the City Guard wouldn't come knocking on their door to demand an explanation over such a minor character?

Who knew the City Guard would actually show up. Not only did they show up, but a Captain and two Lieutenants came with them. And it wasn't just the City Guard; the Bishop of the Temple of the God of War actually came as well, and was willing to testify for that little fellow!

Why?

Why!

The Roman Knight gritted his teeth until they audibly creaked. He instinctively wanted to clench his fist, but as he did, he realized his thumb was completely useless. Instantly, a surge of anger rose from his chest again.

He was finished anyway. Falsely accusing an innocent, violating the Knight's code, and being caught red-handed by the High Priest in front of distinguished guests—for a Knight who committed such acts, the best outcome would be to start as a grunt on the battlefield, washing away his sins with enemy blood.

But he was crippled. He couldn't even go to the battlefield.

Since that was the case—

Since that was the case!

"He's the one who harmed me!"

The Roman Knight suddenly looked up, staring intently at Grete, his eyes red as if dripping blood:

"When I was healing, he wouldn't let me pour the healing potion! After he and the Necromancer went in, they sent that Black Cat out to drag me in! If it weren't for me—if it weren't for me desperately clinging to the doorframe—"

Grete let out a sigh.

He really missed Director Yu from their medical department. A solid, short man who could argue, slam tables, withstand the health commission, and handle patient disputes. Basically, with him taking the lead on such unreasonable complaints, anything that reached the doctors was just a drizzle.

But now he had transmigrated. He had to face all the storms outside himself.

Grete raised his gaze. Like any young man new to the world and witnessing its harshness for the first time, he looked at the Captain of the City Guard, his eyes clear, his voice trembling slightly:

"Captain, if the Roman Knight's accusations are true, what will happen to me?"

What would happen?

A commoner boy colluding with the enemy to injure a Knight. Whether the Temple or the City Lord's mansion pursued the matter, it would be normal for Grete to be beaten to death on the spot.

But Grete was clearly innocent!

Knight Nolan had been suppressing his anger for a while. Coming to arrest someone and making baseless accusations; even if the other party was a Knight of the Temple, the City Guard couldn't be bullied so easily. Not to mention, Little Grete's father was once a City Guard Lieutenant, and he himself had just saved Knight Xiluo—

Knight Nolan's brows furrowed deeply. Just as he was about to speak, the High Priest from the Temple of the Spring Goddess sighed and spoke first, "Child, you don't need to worry." The High Priest's voice was gentle, his demeanor noble. Even if the one doing wrong was a Knight from their Temple, it wouldn't shake his composure. "The clear eyes of the Spring Goddess can see through everything. She will not allow the innocent to be wronged."

"Praise the Spring Goddess."

"Praise the Spring Goddess." The Priests and Knights bowed their heads in unison. Grete followed suit, muttering silently to himself, as if he had already paid his respects. When he spoke again, his tone was firm, his words sharp: "Then, for someone who has falsely accused me before, do you think their current accusation is credible?"

Like swords suddenly unsheathed from beneath a thick, soft cloak.

Like a grazing sheep suddenly revealing fangs.

Knight Nolan's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise, as if he were seeing Grete for the first time. He then smiled with relief, his laughter causing the High Priest's expression to darken slightly, looking displeased. The Roman Knight let out a sharp roar: "You're spouting nonsense! You're the one who harmed me! It's you—"

"Enough!"

The High Priest suddenly became enraged. He struck his staff, and a watery glow erupted from the tip, instantly silencing the Roman Knight. The High Priest tilted his staff slightly, pointing towards him: "Take him to the lowest level asceticism chamber in the Temple. He is not to come out until he achieves a breakthrough!"

...Asceticism?

Grete was a little displeased. But since a decision had already been made, and considering his status, protesting would be useless. Grete glanced questioningly at Knight Nolan, and seeing the Captain shake his head slightly, he fell silent and stood with his head bowed. Ostensibly showing respect, he was actually distracted, studying the floor.

—Tsk, this floor is really smooth. If it's not marble, it's comparable to terrazzo. If it's properly disinfected, it would be perfectly fine for an operating room floor...

While he was engrossed in admiring the floor, the Roman Knight on the other side struggled desperately. However, under the High Priest's Divine Arts' confinement, a Knight's martial prowess was of little use. He was quickly dragged away. The High Priest then relaxed his expression and chatted politely with Knight Nolan for a few moments before seeing them off.

"Captain, what kind of place is the lowest level of the Temple?"

As soon as the Temple's lights disappeared, Grete eagerly asked. Knight Nolan chuckled softly and tapped him on the forehead, "Still not satisfied? You kid, I've never seen the High Priest act so harshly!—I've only heard about that place. It's said to be without light or sound, and even the person delivering food doesn't speak. It's for high-level Knights to meditate and train. Even if that Roman is a Level 5 Knight, it will take at least a year or a half to cultivate until a breakthrough."

"Uh..."

"What..."

Knight Nolan raised an eyebrow. Grete hesitated, "Then he probably won't be able to get out for the rest of his life..."

"What?"

Knight Nolan was stunned. "I did notice something was wrong with him, especially his right hand..." He turned to the bald Bishop, "Can it not be healed?"

Under the cover of night, the bald Bishop's expression was grave. He frowned, recalling for a moment before shaking his head, then nodding again.

"I didn't examine it closely, so it's hard to say. However, that old fellow's Healing Spell is about the same as mine. If he couldn't cure it personally, I probably couldn't either. Hmm... maybe higher-level Divine Grace, like from our Archbishops, could..."

But whether an Archbishop, a Priest of level 11 or higher, would act for a level 5 Knight was another question entirely.

Gret looked left, then right, his mind racing. High-level Divine Arts could potentially regrow severed limbs or regenerate body parts. He needed to remember this. If he ever had the chance, he would study the principles behind it!

He silently set a long-term goal for himself. Knight Nolan was silent for a moment, then pulled Gret closer and cautioned him carefully:

"If Roman is truly crippled, the Temple won't keep him locked up forever. After a few months, or perhaps if his family pleads, he might be released. -- That guy holds grudges. He might even seek revenge on you once he's out. Is where you're staying safe? To be safe, why don't you come stay at the barracks?"

Under the moonlight, Gret tilted his head up slightly, a smile spreading across his face.

"A few months? I only need a few months. -- I'll become a Mage Apprentice as soon as possible, don't worry!"

Thanks to @Reader20190717091436136 and @Qieyi_ for the 100 Qidian coins.

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