"I don't know, it's just that the blood that comes out of her mouth doesn't give a sign if she has a terrible disease or as people say an infectious disease. This looks very strange because I checked didn't find any disease other than her weak body and lost a lot of energy "The landlord's special doctor explained to the two men whose faces were almost the same.
From the sharp and intimidating gaze also the aura that did not lie to the impression of a high-ranking noble, which almost matched that of a royal family.
"I only gave medicine to restore the body and I advised you to rest first."
The two of them nodded and thanked him.
"Thank you, doctor," who bowed back to ask to leave the luxurious room.
Unexpectedly he came to Chastelein's magnificent castle just to inspect the body of a strange little girl who was saved by the young master, the first son of the landlord Chasletein. What did Cornelis have to do with the non-young girl, then she also had to find the weirdness of that little body.
There were no injuries at all, from minor or serious injuries from beatings to torture or injuries in the organs. Everything was clean but the blood on her mouth and face that soaked her clothes also couldn't be ignored as a minor illness, this confused her as a doctor.
Looking at the weak lying body that looks fragile and easy for him to crush with just a rough grip, cleaning the child's face is better than the first when Cornelis took her. Mr. Chasletein turned to his only son's question, asking for an explanation because he was too surprised he forgot to ask.
"What happened?" Corneli looked at her father and said.
"I found her alone in the market, then realized the clothes she was wearing coincided with the complaint by the Arab merchant master who asked for help in searching if her daughter disappeared." He explained what his father said understood.
"Then, have you told the news to the Arab merchant when we have found his son?"
"Yes, I've sent someone to tell you this news."
"Good, I'll leave it to you then. Because father was summoned by the king to come to discuss land issues, it will take a long time so give my apologies to the Arab merchants for not being able to see him again."
"Yes father, have a good trip."
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A noise from outside was heard when Cornelis was sitting on the side of the bed which was now filled by the small body of a nine-year-old child.
He turned to see, the door to the guest room was roughly ajar showing a tall, bearded, brown-skinned figure running toward the bed hysterically.
"Naira, thank goodness. Thank you very much." And he started crying while holding her hand.
Cornelis himself took the initiative to step aside, giving time and distance for his father to cry over his worries, which had found the form of those he was worried about.
"Naira, dad is here son. Don't leave father like your mother." He said again kissing the little hand of the child.
Cornelis was still transfixed behind the Arab merchant's body, waiting for the right time to speak.
But when he waited and watched boredly, the rich merchant from this direction did not stop crying and continued to hold his son's hand while calling out his name.
'He started to wait a lot.'
Rolled his eyes, because this is a strange sight for him who lives in a formal and orderly way even though it is his own family. Nobody behaves like an Arab merchant today with his son, only a visit to ask him how he is before leaving again.
Once the way his family asked about one of his sick children, wasn't as dramatic as what he was seeing right now. His life was too monotonous and impeccably ordered, too rigid.
So he walked two steps closer, letting the Arab merchant's servant and his servant watch.
"Ekhem ..." From the voice of cleared his throat not yet getting attention, he frowned annoyed and Cornelis maid behind was already sweating.
"Sorry Mr. Asad, I would like to convey an apology from -" Before he could finish speaking, the rich merchant, Asad, immediately interrupted in anger.
"Stop talking and go away."
"Ehkk !!" It was the voices of all the servants belonging to the Chasletein family whose sweat was already flowing behind their backs.
"Lord Arab merchant, this is my lord, the eldest son of Lord Karel, young master Cornelis." The voice of the old servant, who was calmer than the other servants, spoke after taking a few steps to stand behind Cornelis's frowning body.
Hearing that, only then Asad got up from the side of his son and turned around apologetically, he wiped the tears on his face and bowed. There is no fear or awkwardness after he chased away the son of the host, Asad's face remained firm and dignified without him needing to speak from the mouth. He posture and gestures told he all about it and Cornelis only raised an eyebrow in understanding.
"I'm sorry Mr. Cornelis for being presumptuous and thank you for saving my child."
Cornelis nodded at Asad's words after clearing the frown on his forehead.
"It's okay, maybe you are too sad to forget that to me."
He walked over to take Asad and said.
"Father apologizes for not being there to see you,"
"Ah ... it's okay, it's okay. I feel bad for being rude to you and also tell the landlord of Chasletein for making a fuss on the first day I went down to the pier, also because of my impudence I got into the fray." Asad returned to pay his respects without proof, in contrast to that in which he cried bitterly to his son.
There was only the sharpness of the gaze and the stern facial posture without fear, and Cornelis judged it all.
"As an indicator, I will give you 1000 gold and high-quality silk fabrics that we have for your family, there are also two jewelry chests for women. Hopefully, this can fix and save you for saving my only child."
From the end of his sentence, Cornelis noticed the bitterness at the end of the sentence when Asad mentioned his son.
"Thank you very much then, Mr. Asad, even though and do not need to give us that much. We do not lack anything, but if you stay we will accept offerings." Cornelis answered without refusing and gave Asad a chance to withdraw his words.
Asad nodded then after hearing it. "Very well, thank you very much, Mr. Cornelis. And can I stay for two days at the residence? You also apologize to the doctor to check my daughter?"
After Cornelis received his gift, it was impossible to refuse himself after being given valuables for the noble's right.
Cornelis finally gave an interesting syringe and nodded.
"Please Mr. Asad, I will confirm to my father then."
"Thank you again, Mr. Cornelis." Asad said then turned to sit beside her, stroking Naira's mane who is still unconscious.