No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

Breakfast was on the table, just some simple roasted meat, which looked like it had been sitting there for a while and had gotten cold.

"Has Sarah been here before...?"

Roger thought of the little girl from last night and murmured to himself.

He first used fire magic to heat up the food, then finished eating before leaving the room alone.

I intended to leave without saying goodbye.

But he suddenly noticed Karen and Sarah in the living room, their faces filled with worry, as if they had encountered something terrible.

The atmosphere at the scene was deathly still.

Karen kept her head down, while Sarah's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying.

Chapter 33 I'm a magician, do you believe it?

"Huh?!"

Sarah suddenly looked up and noticed Roger standing in the doorway. Her expression froze slightly, and her tone became somewhat sharp: "You... why haven't you left yet? Didn't I already tell you to leave?"

"Damn it! Are you deliberately staying here to laugh at us?"

"An evil noble boy..."

Roger ignored her.

Then, an elderly man with a white beard carrying a medicine box was seen slowly walking out from the inner room, pulling back the curtain.

Uncle Karen immediately rushed over nervously, while Sarah wiped away her tears and also became nervous.

The old man came out, shook his head and sighed at the father and daughter: "...I'm sorry, I've done my best, but I'm really powerless to help. Please make arrangements for your funeral and cremate them as soon as possible."

"Ugh, Master Pierre, please, you must save Furnica! I can't lose her!"

"Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Unless... unless you can find a mid-level magician, and one who is proficient in mid-level healing magic, you can be sure of curing your wife's illness."

"Intermediate-level healing magician?"

Karen's face turned deathly pale, and Sarah also showed a look of despair, her hopes dashed. The father and daughter looked ashen-faced.

Magicians are rare in this world, and those who are proficient in healing magic are even rarer.

Not to mention, this is a remote and impoverished area near the border of the Kingdom of Asura. Even if you went to a big city... you wouldn't be able to find a magician who is skilled at that level.

They also couldn't afford the expensive medical fees for hiring a mid-level magician, even for just one session.

Finally, just as they fell into silence at the scene.

"that!"

"Excuse me, what happened here?"

It was Rogge who broke the silence.

"Karen...who is he? I don't think I've ever seen him in the village." The old man also cast a curious glance at him.

Before Karen could speak, Roger introduced himself: "Hello, I am Roger Greirat."

"Hmm! So he's a child from a noble family." Perhaps surprised by the surname Greirat, the old man's gaze lingered on Rogge for a few more seconds.

"Excuse me, what exactly happened here?" Roger asked again.

After glancing at Karen, who was in agony, the old man explained, "To be honest, Karen's wife suddenly contracted a strange disease a few years ago. According to my judgment, that disease requires at least intermediate-level healing magic to cure."

"There's nothing I can do to help with this."

"Karen, please accept my condolences. The village still needs you, the hunter. Please pull yourself together soon." After saying this, Pierre turned to leave.

Suddenly, Roger smiled and said, "Oh, what a coincidence."

"I happen to be a magician as well, and I'm a professional when it comes to healing magic."

"what?"

Pierre paused, turned around and sized him up. "You kid, you look like you're still a minor, aren't you? Even a child from a noble family should be in a magic academy by now, not yet graduated, right?"

"Stop causing trouble here. This isn't a children's game."

"Oh?"

"is it?"

"But...the person who can truly make decisions here isn't you, is he?"

Roger ignored the old man and turned his gaze to Karen beside him, speaking in a serious tone.

"Uncle, I'm willing to help you as a way of repaying you for leading me out of the forest yesterday. So, may I ask..."

Would you accept my help?

"Can...can you really help me?"

Karen's voice trembled.

“If that old man wasn’t lying, and intermediate healing magic can cure your wife’s illness, then… I do know a little bit.”

"Coincidentally, I am also a magician."

After a pause, Roger continued, "I don't intend to use a condescending tone to bestow favors or make grand pronouncements like 'Leave it all to me.' I'm just standing on equal footing; I simply want to know..."

"Would you be willing to accept my help?"

"If you're willing, I'll help you in return; if not, just pretend I never said anything."

"Are you a magician?"

"Really...you're not lying to me? Can you save my wife?" Uncle Karen began to waver.

"You just need to answer me!"

"Do you believe me, Uncle Karen?"

Roger squinted, staring directly into Karen's eyes, eyes that seemed to see right through her.

"do not want!"

Sarah suddenly grabbed her father's arm and said excitedly, "I don't want to, Dad! Do you really want to believe him? It's better to believe the monsters in the forest than the nobles."

"But haven't we already reached a dead end?"

"But he's a nobleman... those noblemen are all a bunch of greedy bastards who eat people without spitting out the bones."

"Moreover, he is such a small child, he looks about the same age as me."

"If you know intermediate magic, this kind of nonsense... isn't it a bit too far-fetched?" Sarah was very agitated and full of resistance.

“Sarah…I’m sorry, but as a useless father, I have no choice but to trust him and try anything.” Karen gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.

He turned to look at Roger, took a deep breath, and said, "Please help me, even if I fail in the end, it doesn't matter."

"As long as you can save my lover, I will do anything for you, even die, without complaint."

He knelt down.

Roger stopped Karen, then smiled confidently: "Very well, I'll help you!"

"……Thank you."

Karen was deeply moved.

Eh?

No!

Pierre, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

These two people... one dares to say it, and the other actually dares to believe it!

A mid-level magician mistook it for a roadside cabbage?

Not to mention that magicians are rare to begin with, those who can perform intermediate healing magic are even rarer.

"Karen!"

"You're really getting senile."

"Hey! Why are you resorting to desperate measures? How could such an unreliable kid possibly know intermediate healing magic?"

"Instead of believing his lies, you should listen to my arrangements and cremate him as soon as possible... Make arrangements for your funeral early!"

"At least this way, your wife will suffer less from illness before she passes away."

"Please..."

"Shut up, old man."

Roger spoke casually and unhurriedly, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Are you so eager to deny me because you're admitting your own incompetence?"

To be retorted to like that by a child.

Pierre was very embarrassed. He was so angry that he almost hit Pierre with his medicine box, but then he thought, why should he argue with a child?

Although he thought that way, seeing Roger's confident look, he couldn't help but snort.