What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

A young man with long snow-white hair stood in front of the city gate. His black high-necked clothes formed a huge visual contrast with his extreme white skin.

Passersby couldn't help but look sideways, and the cavalrymen who were dealing with the young man head-on had already gone weak in the knees.

How could someone be so evil-looking? Just one look at him makes one feel ashamed.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Saya stroked his chin slowly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Isn't it a bit far to transmit the message from here to your king?"

The person on the other side paused, "ennnnn, if it's urgent, it will take half a day."

Looking at the young man with an extraordinary aura, the cavalry swallowed and said, "So, is there anything we can help with?"

"Actually...it's not urgent. Is it a bother?"

The young man in the conversation shook his head almost subconsciously, "No trouble, no trouble!"

The cavalryman next to him tugged at the corner of his clothes, and Saya noticed it.

A faint glance swept over the man, and the people next to him almost felt the oppression immediately.

Awe-inspiring without anger.

Even though this man's clothes were simple, his demeanor was definitely not something that could be cultivated in an ordinary family. After the cavalryman next to him realized this, the thought of trying to persuade his colleague to sober up immediately disappeared.

His face immediately changed into a flattering smile.

"I wonder if there is anything you wish us to convey to His Majesty urgently."

Saya patted his shoulder, looking distressed.

"Actually...it's not that urgent."

"So, if we expedite it, it would only take half a day to get from here to him, right?"

The two nodded.

Saya sighed. If she had asked him to write a written contract, he would have looked like a liar no matter how he spoke.

But the expenses of food, clothing and accommodation in the past few days have left him penniless.

But he couldn't just send a message saying that he had no money and where his money and house were!

“It seems like it hasn’t rained in ages!”

"Yes, the crops in my fields are almost dried up."

The gossip from the teahouse next door reached Saya's ears.

Has it not rained for a long time?

He looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly without a single cloud.

rain……?

rain!

"Ahem, I believe you've been troubled by the drought and people's complaints in recent days."

The two of them nodded blankly.

"Actually, this is because I noticed that Mars and the Moon are about to conjunct each other. I came here these days because of your king's invitation."

"It's just that I was in a hurry and forgot to clear the checkpoint."

The boy's serious expression now seemed pretentious to the two of them.

The expressions of the two men changed instantly, and Saya could immediately see the contempt in their eyes.

Ah... So they are just some charlatans playing tricks on me... No wonder they talked so much to me...

Nowadays, charlatans also look like noblemen.

Saya sighed, it turned out that she still had to use spiritual power.

The two were about to drive it away when they saw a slender white hand gently clenching in the air. Following the white fingertips, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky where the sun was still shining brightly.

The two were stunned. This... this really happened to them!

"Could you please lend me an umbrella? It's going to rain soon."

Before the two men could react, the cavalrymen next to them had already understood and handed over the umbrella with both hands.

He slowly opened the umbrella, and the rain fell to the ground with him as if it had arrived as promised.

"Now, I can go in."

The rain really started! Everyone around was stunned. The young man had been respectfully welcomed into a carriage that was used to deliver royal news, and it left the city gate as quickly as a flash of lightning.

The people present had witnessed everything because of the boy's unique appearance.

One pass to ten, ten to a hundred...

later,

The man with white hair and black clothes has become a shrine worshipped by everyone outside the city wall.