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After briefly instructing on some things, Ron left the Hestia Familia again.
His previous words were not meant to fool Hestia or test her attitude.
Even though it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, he was not planning to go to the dungeon for training today, but was indeed going to do some serious work.
"This should be it."
After walking around the Tower of Babel, he finally stopped in front of a huge building with a pure white exterior.
Although it was his first time here, he was not unfamiliar with the building.
In other words, no adventurer in the entire Orario would be unfamiliar with this building.
[Dian Cecht building ].
This is the name of this pure white building.
As a pharmaceutical Familia that has captured 50% of the profits in Orario's pharmaceutical market, it is the largest in the entire Orario.
While the Dian Cecht Familia is entering the pharmaceutical market, they also possess the world's most advanced treatment methods.
There is no need to say much about some simple minor injuries. Even if it is a more troublesome situation like a broken arm or leg, the other party will have a way to reattach it to you completely.
What's even more exaggerated is that as long as you can preserve the damaged part of your body intact, then even if it's an arm that's broken into pieces of flesh, the other party can restore it for you.
It is for this reason that this sanatorium founded by the Dian Cecht Familia is even more important than the Adventurer's Guild in the eyes of most adventurers.
When Ron first came to Orario, he often collected intelligence and heard this sentence.
An adventurer may not know how to get to the Adventurer's Guild, but he must know how to get to Dian Cecht Sanatorium.
This shows the status of this pure white building in the hearts of adventurers.
certainly...
Ron also agreed with this statement.
"After all, if you really want to say it, I am also a 'sick' patient."
Taking his eyes off the symbol of the Dian Cecht Familia, Ron took a few steps forward and pushed open the door of the sanatorium.
The next second, a pleasant voice came from the front.
"Welcome."
At the signboard, a petite girl, less than 150 meters tall and wearing the clothes of the Dian Cecht Familia, was standing there.
Her long, soft silver hair draped behind her, and her violet eyes were filled with a calm look.
Looking at Ron who was walking towards her, she spoke slowly, like an exquisite doll.
"Excuse me, are you looking to buy some medicine, Mr. Ron?"
"Do you know me?"
Ron looked at the other person with some surprise.
If he remembered correctly, more than forty days had passed since the war game with the Soma Familia.
Even though he was somewhat conspicuous in that battle, he was only somewhat conspicuous.
For Orario, which is filled with various things every day, his news has only been popular for half a month after the war game ended.
And because he chose to keep a low profile and did not report to the guild that he had been promoted to LV.2.
In the eyes of the public, he is just a LV.1 with slightly stronger strength.
It was indeed beyond Ron's expectation that he could be recognized at the first sight under such circumstances.
"Are all therapists nowadays so responsible?"
"Any adventurer with any reputation must keep this in mind at all times to be qualified."
"No, it's just because you are special."
Airmid explained calmly.
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