-Here you go. Yes, yes.- Herpetes smiled.
-Thank you, Doctor.- The dragon smiled back, or at least as best he could.
-Yes, thank you too, Doctor.- Bleist rose from his seat and bowed slightly.
-Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all, really.- The healer seemed genuinely pleased to have been able to help.- If, gods forbid, something happens to you in the future, Draco, you can always come to me for help.
-Thank you, I hope I won't have to take advantage of your kindness, Doctor.- This time, the dragon managed to smile genuinely.
-I'd love to stay longer, but I have to stop by the office today.- Darius approached the doctor and shook his hand.
-You are always welcome.- Herpetes shook hands with both the earl and his student.- Take care, gentlemen.
-Take care, Doctor.- Draco said as he left the office.
They found themselves in the corridor. Darius adjusted his clothes slightly and headed for the exit. The dragon followed him, but even without seeing him, the mage knew that his student wanted to ask him something. And he knew what it was. Bleist waited for the boy to catch up with him and looked at him briefly.
-Six... No, seven years ago, someone tried to poison Dr Herpetes. - He muttered quietly enough that only Draco could hear him. - A very strong magical poison was used, and to this day, no one knows exactly what it was. Many healers, doctors and alchemists tried to save him, and even the Grand Master was called in. As you can see, the doctor survived, but since then he has had problems with his memory.- Bleist paused for a moment.- Perhaps it would be better to say that he has difficulty recognising people and matching them to his memories. - He knew that Draco was still staring at him. - For some reason, in the case of each person, only one association allows him to remember everything related to them. For me, it is the statement that I am the son of Varis Bleist. - He turned his head towards his
