Hewitt, who was in the final stages of applying the medicine, didn't dare engage with Donovan's topic.

It was true that he was Donovan's doctor, but he was also a servant serving the entire Ducas Clan.

He naturally knew which words should be said and which shouldn't.

The room fell into silence.

For half an hour.

Hewitt began packing the medicine box, saying, "Master, the medicine has been changed. You still need to continue resting..."

Donovan responded with a deep voice, "I understand, you may leave."

Hewitt bowed slightly, took a few steps back, then turned to walk towards the double wooden doors ahead.

Before reaching the doors, he heard Donovan's murmurs drift into his ears.

"Do I have a choice?"

"I have no choice left..."

"..."

Hewitt did not linger; he opened the wooden door and gently closed it again.

Creak~

The faint sound of the wooden door closing echoed.

Hewitt had just turned around, ready to leave.

A deep male voice rang out behind him.

"Hewitt!"

Hewitt's heart tightened, and he quickly turned to look.

There.

In the shadow to the right of the double door, a tall and slender figure leaned against the wall.

With just one look, Hewitt could identify the figure in the shadow.

Hewitt quickly bowed in salute, "Marquis!"

Mark Ducas stood upright, stepping forward towards Hewitt, his fair face gradually illuminated by the wall-mounted lamp.

"Dr. Hewitt, care for a chat?"

Hewitt's eyes shifted slightly, and he replied, "Of course, Marquis."

Mark continued his strides, heading towards the stairs leading down to the second floor of the castle.

Hewitt adjusted the medicine box on his shoulder and hurriedly followed.

They reached the ground floor garden courtyard.

Above, snowflakes continued their gentle descent.

Compared to the snowfall during the day, it had decreased significantly.

The night air, coupled with the gusts of chilly wind, remained bone-chilling.

Following behind Mark, Hewitt dared not inquire about the topic Mark wished to discuss.

Yet, vaguely, he could already speculate a few things.

After walking for a few minutes.

Mark's steps didn't halt, and he spoke, "Dr. Hewitt, you've been with the Ducas clan for over twenty years, right?"

Upon hearing this, Hewitt quickly responded, "Yes, Marquis, it has been twenty-five years!"

Mark nodded, "You are considered a core member of the Ducas Clan... so I won't beat around the bush."

"Once I inherited the title of Marquis of Ducas, I became the master of this marquisate!"

Hewitt bowed, "Of course, Marquis, all the citizens of the marquisate regard you as their master."

Mark continued, "Very well. From now on, I need you to recount, word for word, the topics you discuss with my father during your treatments."

Hewitt frowned, momentarily unsure how to respond.

Did Mark want to know what Donovan discussed with him?

Even though he had just spoken a few flattering words.

But if he truly did this.

Wouldn't it be a betrayal to Donovan, who had been a lifesaver to him?

But if he didn't comply with Mark Ducas's request, the consequences...

Seeing Hewitt's silence, Mark turned to glance at him, speaking calmly, "What is it? Dr. Hewitt... is there a problem?"

Hewitt was about to speak, but Mark continued, "Dr. Hewitt's son, isn't he almost seven?"

"There are quite a few knights looking for a squire. If it's suitable, I could introduce your son."

Hearing this, Hewitt's eyes lit up, but indecision lingered in his mind.

As Mark mentioned, his son was already seven.

Due to the inability to find a knight willing to take his son along, he was still practicing swordsmanship at home.

Hewitt naturally understood that with the medical skills he mastered, serving as the doctor of the Marquis's Castle was the pinnacle of his life.

Regardless of what he did, it wouldn't change his fate of serving others.

Therefore, he could only pave the way for his son to the path of a knight, hoping for achievements to change their status.

Both he and his son desperately needed this path.

Thinking of this.

Hewitt tentatively asked, "Marquis, it's just recounting the conversations with the master, right?"

Mark affirmed, "Of course, Dr. Hewitt."

"Simply recount the conversation; nothing else is required of you."

"And this matter will remain confidential between us!"

Hewitt nodded resolutely, "There is no problem at all, Marquis."

Appreciation flickered in Mark's eyes.

"Dr. Hewitt, could you please share what topics were discussed during today's treatment?"

...

Early February morning.

The sky was a vast expanse of misty white.

The snowy weather had passed, leaving the ground covered in thin layers of snow.

Moreover, as days went by, the snow was gradually melting.

The ground was covered in a thin sheet of ice.

Even with a gentle step, the ice would crack like a mirror with a cracking sound.

Lynn stood on the open square at the front of the town, his gaze directed toward the vast fields ahead.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and Lynn wrapped himself more tightly in the woolen robe.

Though the snow had stopped two days ago, it would take at least six or seven more days for it to completely melt.

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