Mercenaries and Adventurers

Soon, the dried rainbow mushrooms were crushed into powder by the deft villagers. The middle-aged doctor checked it and found that the powder particles were of sufficient size, so he asked his villagers to put the poisonous but not fatal mushroom powder into a small bag. in the bag.

The middle-aged doctor came over with the bag and placed it in front of the caravan guard: "Before going to bed every day, put a small spoonful into a glass of water, stir well, and then drink it dry."

At this time, the caravan guard who felt a little relieved was still in the mood to joke: "If I can fall asleep later."

But the middle-aged doctor comforted him: "Yes, if you take such a large dose of rainbow mushrooms, your body will quickly lose control and you will inevitably feel drowsy, which can be considered sleep. Of course, after taking it, you have to find someone to check it." It’s best to tie your hands and feet with ropes, otherwise if you lose control due to poisoning, it will easily cause bad effects.”

Having said this, the caravan guard seemed to have seen the power of this poisonous mushroom, and nodded with deep understanding, saying that he would do as he was told.

"Normally, such a small bag only lasts for three or four days. No matter whether the parasites can't stand it after taking the medicine, they will definitely be poisoned to death in a few days. And you, looking at your physical condition, After suffering from the mushroom hallucination, it can be considered as a mental rest for you, try to hold on."

After saying this, the middle-aged doctor spread his hands: "Finally, if all these don't work, at least you can barely survive to Wei Feng Town. There will be church priests there who can properly treat parasites. If you are a believer in God, That's fine. If not, be prepared to spend more money on treatment as soon as possible."

The caravan guard nodded affirmatively, asked the middle-aged doctor in a low voice about the price of poisonous mushroom powder, then took out the money and left, holding his forehead.

Before the third person came up, the villagers were ready to treat the first patient.

The middle-aged doctor called the person over and first used a charcoal pencil to draw an area of ​​the injured area. Then he picked up the ointment that had become muddy and used a thin piece of wood to apply the ointment on the surface of the wound bit by bit.

As soon as the ointment touched the wound, the injured caravan man screamed strangely.

"Oh! Oh-uh!"

The caravan boy immediately covered his mouth and his face turned red.

"What's your strange name? How does it feel to be called like this?" the middle-aged doctor looked at the caravan man with a strange expression and asked.

The caravan man immediately waved his hand and explained: "It feels like something is tearing at my legs and trying to get in, like a parasite!"

At the last few words, the guy screamed strangely again.

But the middle-aged doctor looked disgusted: "I just heard a few words, and now I use them? Come on, this is Cordyceps. Although there are worms in the name, it makes you think it is a parasite, but in fact it is a parasite." It's an herb, an herb! It's a plant, you know? Plant!"

After being told this, the caravan boy looked embarrassed, scratching his messy hair with his hands and laughing.

The middle-aged doctor snorted angrily, and then continued to apply the cordyceps ointment on the wound with wood chips: "It's normal to feel that it has entered the body. After all, you have hurt the inside. You don't need some penetrating medicine. It's very easy." It’s hard to treat the really damaged areas.”

After applying the ointment, he directly applied the boiled small piece of skin to the injured area covered with ointment while it was still warm.

"I'm doing this for your own good. After all, I'm just giving you some medicine to relieve the pain and it will make your leg get better gradually. But in this way, the trauma on your leg will be healed, but there will still be some scars on the bones." Hidden dangers, this kind of hidden dangers will accompany you for the rest of your life."

The middle-aged doctor sighed: "When you were young, you didn't take it to heart. You would only feel the stinging pain from your bones occasionally. But when you are old, it will kill you."

Shaking his head, the middle-aged doctor placed the wooden clip next to the leather, then wrapped a rope around the caravan man's leg, tightening the rope tightly and knotting it.

"Okay, the ointment is very effective. Don't destroy what I'm doing. When the ointment under the skin smells bad, your leg will be cured. Now, pay the money."

The caravan clerk put on his trousers in gratitude, tightened his leather belt, and then counted the coins and went to the side to pay.

-

The third person had a cold and fever. This contagious disease is not very troublesome, at least in another world.

The middle-aged doctor took out a fine cloth hood and a small jar of liquid, which looked like wine.

"This disease is very easy. Come, here is a jar of blessed water sold by the Church of the God of Wealth. This disease of yours can be easily cured. In addition, this is an airtight hood to limit the spread of infection to other people. The outside is Sewn in fine cloth, with soft hides inside.”

Handing these two things to the other party, the middle-aged doctor continued: "Drink some blessing water every day, and then pour some into your nose. Although it will make you choke and feel uncomfortable, the disease will be cured in a day or two. As for this head The hood is specially required by the Kingdom's law for your kind of disease. It's a bit stuffy, but when the hood is on your head, your eyes can still see. It just so happens that it's windy here, so you can wear it to block the wind. .”

The treatment for the third patient was particularly different, and the reason was simple. This patient was dressed in a gorgeous caravan steward's uniform and was obviously rich.

No one has trouble with money, even middle-aged doctors who rely on their skills to make a living. Although there are other ways, he particularly likes this simple, quick and profitable method.

It's just that they are very selective, and they must be rich and unwilling to suffer.

The patient quickly paid and left with his things, and then arrived in Kiel.

The middle-aged doctor looked at the soldier with a ruddy complexion and a strong body, and did not think that the young man was sick. But he still asked: "Young man, is there anything you feel uncomfortable about?"

Keir smiled and waved his hand: "No, what is missing in the body cannot be cured by herbal medicine."

After looking at Kil again, the middle-aged doctor murmured in a low voice: "Is it a broken finger or a broken limb? But you can't tell because of the armor."

How could he have guessed that Kil had not lost his fingers or limbs during the battle, but that his heart had been taken away and eaten.

But Kil continued: "I'm not here to see a doctor. I came here just out of curiosity, but I just saw the poisonous mushroom powder you sold to the caravan guard. I'm a little interested in it and want to buy some."

The middle-aged doctor frowned and was not very happy: "The medicinal powder is used to treat diseases, not for bad things by soldiers like you. If you don't want to sell it, you can leave."

Unexpectedly, he was rejected as soon as he asked. Kil pursed his lips and said: "I don't use it to do bad things, but I want to buy some for fighting." But before he could finish speaking, Kil was interrupted again by the other party. .

"No, no, using it in battle doesn't mean it's a bad thing? It's still the same thing. If you don't want to sell it, you can leave."

"Don't even ask about the price? I have money."

"If you have money, don't sell them. If you want, just go to the grassland and look for mushrooms yourself. I won't sell them anyway."

Keir was speechless. If he had the chance to dig for mushrooms on the grassland, would he still spend money to buy them? I march non-stop every day, and I am not a local, so how can I have the time and energy to do such a thing.

But then he thought about it, and he remembered that every day during the marching break, the cooks in the logistics would ask the militiamen to pick up as many mushrooms as they could find while walking and give them to them.

The cooks would sort the mushrooms and wild vegetables picked up by the soldiers on the marching carriage.

All the poisonous mushrooms were dug and buried at night. After plucking the mushrooms, I took the initiative to help them reproduce and migrate. Non-poisonous mushrooms will be looked at and smelled by livestock, who are born with the ability to identify whether they are harmful, and finally added to everyone's stomach when cooking.

Kil thought that those poisonous mushrooms would be thrown away anyway, so why not make use of them.

No need to spend money to buy it.

Thinking of this, Kil shrugged and left here under the frowning gaze of the middle-aged doctor.

"Teacher, will driving this person away like this cause trouble?" a young villager asked anxiously.

After all, Kil was wearing armor and carrying a long sword with a glowing scabbard, so he was not easy to mess with. Although they don't know the specific origin of Keir, the young villagers are still a little scared.

The middle-aged doctor pondered for a moment, and then asked everyone to clean up, seal the medicine jars, and lock the room later. Everyone will not be doing business tonight, and it will only be delayed for one day anyway.

-

After Gil returned, he first distributed the food he bought to the knight's two personal guards. Although it was a little cold, the fire pit in the middle of the underground building was not extinguished. It could be eaten if it was slightly warm.

He found the cooks among the logistics staff and made his request.

Nothing else, just don't throw away the poisonous mushrooms you find every day, just give them to him. He would simply sort poisonous mushrooms by shape and color, and then record them in a notebook.

As for the use of poisonous mushrooms in combat, the mushrooms must be dried first, then ground into powder, and then used in combat.

In fact, he had some general ideas about this after the incident in Caoshu Town a few days ago. Today, he officially started working on it after seeing the village doctor using poisonous mushroom powder to treat parasitic diseases.

The chefs all know Kiel, the young man who became Knight Crow's attendant. Even if they are not well informed, they have all seen the scene of Kiel fighting with the militia guards at night.

"Don't make it difficult for everyone. In this way, those poisonous mushrooms have to be dealt with anyway. I will buy them at the price of one iron coin for each poisonous mushroom. Remember, they are poisonous mushrooms."

The cooks looked at each other and saw that the price was a little low, but since the money was free, there was no problem.

However, there is an uncertain number on how many poisonous mushrooms they can pick up every day, and they don’t know who the money will be given to in the end.

"I don't care about this. Anyway, you should discuss it among yourselves. The money is not much, so just make a little money while marching." Kil shrugged and said. At this point, the cooks had no doubts.

Returning to the resting place, Kil sat on the dog skin sleeping bag and exercised the life energy in his body for a while before falling asleep.

Sound will be refracted several times in the circular underground space, and some people not only snore while sleeping, but also grind their teeth and talk in their sleep.

Usually when we camped for the night, we had our own tents to cover us, and it was in the open wilderness, so the noise we made while sleeping was nothing. But tonight was different.

Kil couldn't fall asleep after lying down. There were either farts or snoring all around him. These noisy sounds not only made it difficult for Kil to fall asleep, but also for other people who were sleeping here for the first time.

Snapped!

Someone called out a guy who was snoring loudly. The other person was confused for a while and kept muttering that he was wronged. He couldn't hear his own snoring anyway, so he was full of grievances.

But there is no point in being aggrieved. Baron Kendall is also here, so we can't disturb the Baron from sleeping because of this. So, after the baron's personal guards woke up the people who snored the loudest, they directly found something to block their mouths, allowing them to breathe peacefully through their noses.

"Remember, anyone who dares to take something out of his mouth and make a sound that disturbs the Baron will be whipped tomorrow!"

Keir heard such threats, direct but useful.

Although the people around him still made various sleeping noises, Kil put on his helmet, buried his head, and finally fell asleep.

-

In the morning, it was still dark outside, and in the underground building, some people with extremely punctual biological clocks woke up early.

As soon as they wake up, no one else can sleep either.

So, everyone got up, packed up and prepared to wait for a while to eat.

Just like yesterday, local villagers came over with a wheelbarrow of hay stalks to provide fuel for the overnight stay.

Knowing that the army would leave soon, there was not much fuel, but it was enough to provide a fire for a meal.

Keir was not too hungry, but in order to maintain a strong figure, he still ate a large bowl of thick soup. Then he broke open the bread made in the village and ordered by the logistics staff last night, soaked it in the hot thick soup, and ate it simply. For a moment.

Afterwards, everyone packed up their things. Kil asked his knight's personal guard friends to help carry his dog-skin sleeping bag, while he went out to take a look first.

Go up the stair passage, then walk through the inclined plane passage to the exit of the underground building.

It was still early outside, and the sky was still dark in sight.

But Keir knew that the faint light rising from the eastern horizon at this moment was a sign that the land would be illuminated by the sun in just a few moments.

Unlike the northwest province, which has many mountains and forests, the western province, which is full of gentle grasslands, is still dark even though it is still dark, but as long as the sun rises above the horizon, the land will lighten up very quickly.

Whirring whirring.

In the air outside the building, the wind was still howling and roaring.

Kil put on his helmet and looked at the carriage array in the shadow not far away.

Because it was dark, he couldn't see anything, not the sentry on duty at night, nor the worried Knight Crow.

At this moment, a golden light from the east quickly flashed through the darkness, and then the golden light suddenly turned into one side, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly covered the earth and everything in Kiel's sight.

So Kil immediately saw Knight Crow standing and leaning on the side of the carriage.

The knight noticed the sight and turned to look at Kil. After recognizing it was Kil, he waved.

Tightening the cloak around him, Kil rushed into the wind.

"Sir, was it safe last night?"

Kil knew that the local wind was strong and the howling made it impossible to communicate, so he walked to Knight Crow and spoke loudly.

The knight shook his head and nodded: "It's not safe, but it's nothing. Come with me."

Knight Crow's voice was clearly audible. I don't know how it was done, but Knight Crow's voice did ring in my ears, as if it was not affected by other sounds around him.

It’s okay not to know what it means to be unsafe. Kil followed the knight who called him, and the two walked half a circle around the outer circle of the army's logistics carriage, and saw the thing under the carriage at the other end of the carriage.

With just one glance, Kil guessed from its huge wings that this thing was the harpy that showed off its ferocity yesterday.

Kil was also brave and knew that this thing must be dead, so he directly grabbed the monster's hawk-like paws and pulled out the monster that was half his body tall.

Contrary to his expectations, this thing was much taller and taller than Kiel himself, and its arms were replaced by a pair of larger wings. It looked heavier.

Kil was originally confident that the opponent was too heavy, so he used his life energy to increase his own strength and show Knight Crow his current results.

But the monster's weight is actually so light.

Of course, it's not very light, but compared to the opponent's tall body with wings, this weight is too light.

"Why does it feel like I'm the same weight? He's obviously half taller than me!"

Kil didn't understand and asked, asking Knight Crow.

"How do I know, but I think this flying harpy monster is probably similar to the gryphons I have dealt with before. They both look tall, but there are two reasons that make people misunderstand that they are very heavy."

Knight Crow's voice was still clear. He took a piece of rope from a sentry who was hiding under the carriage guarding the monster's body, and then handed it to Kil. He waved to Kil to tie up the monster and spread its wings at will. After opening it, it was blown away by the strong wind.

After all, this monster is the result of the knight's battle last night, and he will have to show it to Baron Kendall later.

The knight continued: "First of all, these monsters, beasts and birds flying in the sky are covered with feathers, so their real bodies are more than one circle smaller than the feathers. In addition, these monsters that specialize in flying not only have hollow and light bones They are so strong that even the muscles that account for most of their body weight are very different from those running on the ground, including us humans."

Make a measured movement: "The muscles themselves are lighter, have more blood vessels, are more explosive, and even have better endurance."

"How is that possible?" Kil shouted. He felt that this thing should be very heavy no matter how heavy it looked.

A chuckle came: "Everything is good, but the energy consumption is too high. This is the most critical disadvantage. With this disadvantage, although a group of flying creatures have an advantage, those creatures." He kicked The harpy next to it.

"Including this kind, you have to spend most of your day looking for food. Unlike creatures on the ground, such as bears, which can go without eating or drinking for several months in the winter."

"There are good things and there are bad things."

The wind around me has dropped a bit, maybe because the sun has completely emerged from the horizon.

The knight asked Kil to take the monster's body and go with him to report to Baron Kendall.

But at this moment, Bloodfangster, who came to meet Kiel, saw the knights and Kiel behind the carriage group, and of course the harpy monster corpse on the ground.

The experienced caravan guard's expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed over to further confirm whether the monster corpse on the ground was a harpy.

After confirming, he sat down on the ground, his face looming under the cloak was pale, and he muttered something.

Kil's expression changed, and he walked over and pulled the person up. When he got closer, he heard the other person's mumbling.

"It's over, it's over. This time it can't get any worse. What should I do? What should I do?"

Kil's expression became serious and he shouted to the other party: "What's going on? Stop nagging and tell me clearly what's going on!"