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Chapter 194 The pharmacist arriving at the military camp

The people arranged by Fred went into the military camp the next day to report.

"Who is that?" Felissa whispered to Safi, "I've never seen him before."

"The pharmacist's son." Safi replied equally quietly, "Fred sent him here a month ago."

A month ago, wasn't that before the training camp started? Did Fred start making arrangements at that time?

"This person here is the son of the pharmacist who was taken away from your home. Your Highness sent him here a month in advance to familiarize himself with the environment. He originally wanted to use it for other purposes, but there are no pharmacists in the army. Soldiers only need to suffer from illness.

He can only survive the injury, so His Highness asked him to come to the military camp. We cannot just watch those soldiers suffer. That would be our dereliction of duty as nobles."

Felicia had a saying in her previous life: Water can carry or capsize a boat. The original sentence was used to describe the relationship between the monarch and the people. In this world, Fred was probably the first to realize the similar meaning of this sentence and vice versa.

Take advantage of this sentence.

There was a vague smell of medicinal herbs in the military camp, and Felissa followed the smell and found it.

A middle-aged man was very busy, a big pot was boiling and boiling, and he had to grind medicine and take care of the pot, while there were at least a hundred wounded waiting for him behind him.

Felissa stood for a while, then withdrew. Instead of going in to disturb her, she turned around and left.

There was obviously not enough manpower for only one person. She wanted to find Fu Safi, but found that Safi was not there during the time she went out, and Fred was also not in her tent.

Where did they go? Did they go out together? Just when Felissa was looking around, she saw Azarez coming back from outside.

"Miss." Azarez saw Felissa and walked towards her. He used to tidy up the wrinkles on her clothes and her somewhat messy hair, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this?" Felissa glanced at the city wall: "What are you doing on the city wall?"

"Nothing," Azarez avoided answering, "Let's go up and take a look at the scenery."

He just climbed up the city wall to estimate how far it was from here to the town where the enemy troops were stationed, and whether it would be enough for him to run back and forth in one night. He wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king first, so he directly controlled Cress. If Ke

If Lace fell into the hands of the human race or she returned to the demon race, it would be very detrimental to him.

According to the results of his visual inspection, I'm afraid it's a bit reluctant.

Felissa nodded without doubting his presence: "Have you seen His Highness Fred? Is Safi by his side?"

Azarez recalled it and pointed in a direction: "He went over there and didn't see Miss Safi. What's wrong?"

There were many civilians in the direction he pointed. Felissa hesitated for a moment, but walked over there. She couldn't find Safi, and the same could be said for Fred. Azarez followed her, as always.

Make a protective gesture.

When she walked to the camp area of ​​civilian soldiers, she felt countless stares, some of which seemed unfriendly.

The boundary between common people and nobles is too clear. Even though Felissa is only the daughter of the lowest baron family, her temperament is completely different from that of ordinary common people.

Her ears caught some obscene words, and Azarez, whose ears were even sharper than hers, naturally heard them too. Before the hostility in her body could emerge, she was caught by Felissa.

She came to see Fred, not to cause trouble. If there was a conflict here, it would still be Fred's trouble in the end.

So she pretended not to hear anything without changing her expression, and found Fred.

Fred was standing next to Sainz, listening to what Sainz was saying to him. When he saw Felissa coming, he frowned and walked over in a few steps: "Why is the junior school girl here?"

Seeing how busy Fred was, Felissa shook her head and swallowed back what she was about to say: "Come out for a walk."

"Don't come out if you have nothing to do," Fred warned. "Have your deacon stick around to take you back."

Even if Fred doesn't say so, Azarez will do it.

Felissa understood why Fred said this. He was worried about her safety. After all, no one could guarantee what civilians would do.

"Where's Safi?" Felissa asked, "Isn't she with you?"

Fred shook his head: "She has other things to do, don't worry about her, civilians can't do anything to her."

So she is the one who makes people worry the most?

Although she thought so in her heart, Felissa still obeyed and went back.

After going back, I found that Safi had come back and was writing and drawing something on the table.

"Safi," Felissa called, "where did you go just now?"

"Walking around in the military camp." Safi said without raising his head.

Felissa was about to say not to wander around the military camp, but suddenly she remembered something and shut up.

Safi's "Zhuan Zhuan" and her "Zhuan Zhuan" are not the same method at all.

"Did you find anything?" Felicia asked softly.

What they found... Safi paused with the pen between her fingers on the paper, and said: "They live in despair, living every day as if it is the last day."

Felissa didn't think there was anything wrong with this at first: "This is a battlefield, isn't this kind of atmosphere normal?"

Since it is a battlefield, you will face the risk of death at any time...wait...

"Is it because once injured, it cannot be cured?" Felicia thought of what she had seen before. In the tent behind, a large number of people were lying down, unable to move at all. The injured were superficially treated

There are probably more people who are cured but left with sequelae.

Safi sighed: "Moreover, the war made them realize that their whole lives are just a speck of dust at the feet of the nobles, and they will be blown away without a trace by the wind carried by the nobles at any time."

Commoners without abilities are indeed as insignificant as dust in the eyes of nobles.

Felissa said: "Even dust can condense into a sandstorm."

Safi liked Felissa's statement very much. She laughed: "You are right, but the prerequisite for a sandstorm is wind."

What they are thinking about now is how to create a wind to stir up this dust.

Felissa thought of what she wanted to tell Safi: "I don't think it's enough for the pharmacist alone. I've gone to see him. I'm afraid he can't take care of so many people."

"You are not allowed to go." Safi said quickly, "Even if you sympathize with them, you are not allowed to help."

Safi knew that Felissa was not strong enough, so she always felt sorry for them and wanted to do something within her power, but it was absolutely impossible for her to deal with civilians alone.

"I don't want to go," Felicia smiled helplessly, "I just want to say that it is better to set up a military medical clinic and let some soldiers learn how to deal with wounds and store medicines, so as to prevent the pharmacist from being busy alone."

This suggestion made Safi think deeply: "You have to know that for civilians, this kind of survival skill is not willing to be easily taught to others."

"That's because teaching others will lead to competition, which will reduce your own income," Felicia said, "but for pharmacists who already have a fixed income, this competition is nothing to worry about."

Would a pharmacist who has come into the crown prince's sight still be afraid of competing with others? How is that possible? They are not on the same track, and others cannot threaten his status at all.

(End of chapter)