A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 841: Don’t Kill Me! We Can Compensate in Any Way!

The earl's second son turned pale and took a step back. After only a few steps, he tripped and fell to the ground.

He didn't even think to get up, forgetting that as a knight, he should have better control over his strength, speed, and balance. Using both hands and feet, he crawled backward, shouting as he went:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me—"

Garrett looked down at him coldly, his eyes filled with anger. On his shoulders, his body, and around the Silver Moon Deer, moonlight rippled and boiled. Behind him, countless branches and leaves rustled as if ready to shoot off at any moment.

The sorrow and anger he had absorbed from the oak trees during his communion with them still resonated within him.

Too much time had passed;those involved were either dead or gone, and the truth was buried. But the oak trees had absorbed that sorrow, remembered that anger, and passed on that resentment—

"I did not betray! I did not!"

The emotional shock was immense, and even after the entire inheritance site had erupted, it showed no signs of dissipating.

Garrett urged the Silver Moon Deer forward a step, then another. Suddenly, a faint explosion sounded, and a strand of boiling moonlight shot directly toward the earl's second son.

At the critical moment, the earl's second son quickly turned his head. The moonlight hit the ground beside his face, exploding with a crackling sound. His cheek stung, and he instinctively touched it, finding a faint red mark on his fingertip.

Around Garrett, more specks of moonlight began to gather, floating and rotating.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The earl's second son screamed, rolling on the ground to avoid the exploding starbursts:

"It wasn't me! I wasn't even born then! I don't know anything! I just took over the family business and continued as it was!"

Crackling sounds continued as small starbursts exploded around him, initially fast but gradually slowing. Finally, Garrett let out a long breath and gripped his oak staff tightly:

"You don't know?"

"I don't know! I really don't know anything!" The earl's second son retreated further, his back against an oak tree, trying to shrink down:

"I only know there's a magic spring here! The acorns it waters can feed the best piglets! We usually fence it off, not letting anyone in, and we don't come here ourselves—"

Garrett slowly lowered his eyelids. Don't be angry, don't get too angry, don't kill anyone. Killing this guy won't help;the earl, the earl's eldest son, the real decision-makers are all in the capital—

He quietly told himself this. Think about why you came here, think about the people who urgently need your help, think about how to establish a new balance before you leave to make the locals' lives less difficult...

Think about it.

Garrett, your task is not to kill.

Garrett exhaled deeply. Then, under the terrified gaze of the earl's second son, he raised his oak staff high, pointing it toward the sky—

The moonlight around him gathered and intertwined with the green light from the forest, suddenly skyrocketing, shooting straight into the sky. At its peak, it exploded like fireworks, scattering specks of light all around.

The summer night wind blew and dispersed the light far and wide, falling on hills and forests miles away.

Finally, Garrett withdrew his oak staff, swaying slightly, and closed his eyes.

The earl's second son remained limp on the ground, staring blankly. The oak tree behind him gently rustled its leaves, as if something had changed, yet nothing had.

But in any case, the imminent killing intent and the starfire that had grazed his face and cut his clothes had disappeared...

"What did you do?"

He scrambled to his feet and asked softly. Garrett, eyes closed, did not respond, and even the white deer beneath him lowered its head, sides heaving as if exhausted. The earl's second son looked around nervously and took a cautious step forward—

"Stop!"

A huge figure blocked his way. The barbarian, one hand on the deer's antler and the other holding a large bone club, pointed it far ahead:

"Don't come any closer!"

"I just want to ask what the mage did." The earl's second son quickly stopped, spreading his hands to show he meant no harm:

"I kindly brought the mage to visit our ancestral land, but it made him so angry. I just want to know what we did wrong and how we can make amends—"

"This is not your ancestral land." Garrett, who had kept silent, finally spoke in a low, breathless voice that nearly made the earl's second son jump:

"This is the inheritance land of the God of Nature's priest. For decades, you drove out the nature priests, occupied this sacred place, and used the acorns from their oak trees to feed pigs—"

A crunch sounded as the barbarian, full of anger, stepped forward and crushed something underfoot. The earl's second son instinctively shrank back, sliding along the tree trunk, but Garrett said:

"Bernard, calm down. There's no point arguing with them here. Cirilla, I need your help—"

"What is it?"

Under the earl's second son's terrified gaze, the elven beauty urged her unicorn forward, eager to assist. Garrett said slowly:

"I'm very tired right now and have no strength. Help me draft some letters to my teacher, Elder Elwin in the Order, Elder Wood of the Nevis Order, and Elder Knox of the Capital Order. And send one to the council as well—"

"No problem! I'll write them right away!"

The elven beauty pulled out paper and pen, tossing them into the air. The paper spread out flat, and the quill, dipped in ink, began writing automatically. As she wrote, she asked:

"Who else should I inform? Should I notify the Review Committee? Besides the Lord of Thunder, should I write to the other legends? What about the queen and her ladies-in-waiting?"

The earl's second son nearly collapsed. Sending out these letters would not only implicate him but also doom his family in the capital under the wrath of the God of Nature's order. The queen, the capital nobles, the legendary mages...

If even one of them showed disdain, even just a contemptuous look...

The Rosskan family, even if they survived by some miracle, would become a laughingstock, forever banished from noble circles.

"We'll compensate! We'll compensate in any way!" he screamed like a rooster with its neck stepped on:

"Don't send the letters! Please don't send the letters! Land, property, anything can be given! Or tenant farmers—doesn't the council want to relocate tenant farmers? We agree! As many as needed!"

Garrett looked at him with contempt. You know to plead when you're cornered, know to beg when the knife is at your throat, but before—

"These are not matters for me to discuss." he said softly:

"Compensation is not my concern. The ones you drove out are the local priests of the God of Nature..."

"I'll bring them back! I'll beg them! Just don't send the letters!"