Wizard of All Souls

All three were seriously injured.

Looking for a pharmacist, buying potions, and spending almost all of his savings, he can barely survive.

A black curtain hangs over the sky.

The night sky was overcast and cloudy, and a thunderbolt occasionally flashed across the distant horizon.

Squat on the steps outside the door.

There was a pungent smell of medicine and a low howling sound coming from the room.

"Is this Obi's conspiracy?" Bertha said with a painful expression while clutching her chest.

With Obi Knight's strength, it's really easy to kill even the three reserve knights, a slightly stronger ordinary person.

However, the three of them were only injured.

Seriously wounded, but not fatal.

As long as you have money, it can be cured completely.

Even if you have no money, as long as you are lucky, you can still live.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Bertha coughed, dots of dark red blood clots appeared in the palm of her hand along with the coughing.

She was also badly injured, internally.

It has to be calmed down.

But she didn't take medicine, didn't heal her wounds, because she had no money, and then she had to work hard to make money to treat the three younger brothers.

As a result of this, her injuries are getting worse day by day.

After she lost the ability to move, she and the three younger brothers would die one after another.

There is also a way to break the game, just abandon the three younger brothers.

Think about her former role as the eldest sister at the intersection of Raya Street, with dozens of younger brothers under her.

As a result, they all escaped today.

When confronting Obi, he could still say that he dared not step forward to help because of Obi's strength.

So what now?

Why don't you want to contribute money and efforts to help her?

Save your former companion?

"If it wasn't the three of them who were injured, what would they choose to do?"

Deep in Bertha's heart, a gloomy thought flashed across.

But she was quickly suppressed.

Sitting on the steps in a depressed mood.

In the sky, dazzling thunder flashes one after another.

Wet raindrops fell with a patter.

Fall on the roof.

fall to the ground.

It fell on her hair, and the water droplets left along the hair and flowed across her face.

cool.

The whole body is soaked.

"Brother, when will you come back!"

Bertha lowered her head wearily, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a trance.

...

early morning.

Bertha was covered with dew.

The small body shrank into a ball and fell to the ground.

His nose twitched from time to time, his cheeks were flushed and hot, and his body was trembling constantly.

The sun of dawn shines on the world from the east.

The crowing of cocks in the distance and the howling of pain in the house woke her up from her sleep.

Sitting up in a daze.

Open your eyes, the scene in front of you is hazy, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in thick fog.

She just felt weak and weak.

There were stabbing pains in the chest and abdomen.

Look up towards the sun.

The glare of the sun caused her half-opened eyes to narrow again.

She was surprised to find that there was a small black figure sitting on the moss-covered dirt wall.

Black robes, fair skin, faint smiles.

A child of thirteen or fourteen?

She wanted to see clearly, but because she was too tired, and there were figures facing the sun, she couldn't see clearly.

"Who are you?"

hallucination?

The child sitting on the dirt wall spoke.

The voice was so ethereal, as if it was transmitted to the ears thousands of meters away.

What did you say?

She didn't remember, and she didn't pay attention.

But in the blink of an eye.

"Quack quack..."

The figure on the dirt wall disappeared, and a pitch-black crow flew into the sky with an ominous call.

At this time, she finally adapted to the harsh sunlight.

The scene in his eyes gradually became clear.

"Is it really a hallucination?"

A wave of drowsiness hit him, and his consciousness was gradually immersed in darkness.

In her sleep, she was sitting in the small courtyard, and an unreal figure on the dirt wall kept talking to her.

The surrounding scene is constantly twisting and changing.

She clearly knew that this was a dream, but it was not just why, the words that the figure said clearly entered her ears.

...

"Wow!"

Under the scorching sun, Bertha sat up all of a sudden.

"Oops, it's about this time."

She got up quickly, soaked the dry biscuits in water, and fed them to the seriously injured little brother.

Touching his gurgling stomach, "Let's find some wild vegetables outside the city."

He dragged his hungry, tired and injured body to the field outside the city. After walking around the field, he didn't even find a single weed.

"It's too late."

The people looking for wild vegetables usually set off early in the morning.

It's already noon now, how could there still be?

I had no choice but to walk up the mountain.

Hope to find some berries.

Walking on the thorny mountain road, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings.

Didn't find any edible food.

"Um?"

Watch a weed with jagged leaves growing under a tree.

An inexplicable knowledge flashed in my mind.

"Seven-foot grass? The leaf city is jagged and has seven leaves. The slurry that is crushed can stop bleeding and treat internal injuries."

For some reason, a piece of knowledge that she had never learned emerged in her mind.

The ordinary weeds turned out to be extremely useful medicinal materials.

"It's only five leaves, isn't it ripe yet?"

Look around.

In the originally thorny and useless wilderness, she unexpectedly discovered treasures one by one.

"what happened?"

Not just knowledge of herbs.

Several prescriptions also appeared in my mind.

What is even more surprising is that those prescriptions happened to treat her and the younger brother's injuries.

And the materials are pretty easy to find.

Although she didn't know what was going on, but if the knowledge in her mind was true, then she and the younger brothers would be saved.

Suddenly, Bertha, who was originally full of despair, looked around with bright eyes.

When the sun goes down.

She returned to the dilapidated house with a large pile of herbs.

fire.

boil medicine.

It's time to validate the knowledge in your head.

"It must be true, it must be useful!"

Bertha prayed as she added more wood to the fire.

All she can rely on now is the knowledge that inexplicably appeared in her mind.

The medicine is ready.

"call--"

Picking up a bowl of thick medicinal soup, he took a deep breath.

Drink it in one gulp.

"Whoa whoa whoa..."

Bertha immediately covered her mouth and screamed.

Putting down the bowl quickly, and gulping down a bowl of cold water, he felt much better.

"Too anxious."

Blow on the cold medicine soup and drink it slowly.

Sitting quietly for a few minutes, feeling the physical changes brought about by the medicine.

Warm heat radiates from the abdomen and flows to the whole body.

During the ten minutes after drinking the medicinal soup, she felt that her whole body was warm and extremely comfortable.

After ten minutes, the effect of the medicine gradually faded away.

The sharp pain inside the body emerged.

"It really works!"

Without hesitation, she fed the boiled medicinal soup to the seriously injured younger brother.

How many prescriptions are needed.

There are both external and internal medicines.

The remaining prescriptions were boiled overnight.

Take it orally.

Apply topically.

After everything was dealt with, it was already late at night.

Sitting on the steps outside the door.

The sound of insects continued to enter the ears.

Bertha was all messed up, smelling of stains and medicine all over her body, she looked like a dirty beggar.

Although life is so down and out.

The body is so bad.

Stomach is still growling.

But her heart was full of hope.

"What's going on?" She remembered the dream she had last night.

Generally, what you dream about is slowly forgotten after waking up.

That dream was the opposite.

When I wake up I don't remember anything.

As time goes by, I think of it bit by bit.

Every word that the figure in the dream said was so clear.

"He taught me the knowledge of herbs, prescriptions and refining methods of plasters." Bertha was full of doubts in her heart, "The person in the dream taught me knowledge?"

It's ridiculous to think about it.

If I say it, I am afraid that I will be laughed to death.

But only this explanation.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why some knowledge that has never been learned or heard appears in my mind.

It was just right for her current situation.

"Am I meeting a god? Or a demon?"

She imparts knowledge in dreams, which she has only heard of in mythology.

In many myths and rumors, gods give heroes knowledge, weapons and guidance methods in dreams.

So she—

"Is that a god? Am I a hero?"

Thinking about it, Bertha burst out laughing.

"I'm still a hero."

Although I don't know what's going on.

Although incomprehensible.

But one thing is clear, the knowledge gained in the dream helped her.

Whether the opponent is a god or a demon, she has only one way to go now.

Sleep on dirty floors.

Eyes shut.

I kept shouting in my heart, "Come out, come out, you must appear again!"

She wanted to enter that dream again.

Want to see that person again.

Want to get more knowledge.

want to……

strength!

"Father, mother, brother..."

Familiar faces flashed in my mind one by one.

Cowardly and incompetent, she could only rely on others, but now she finally has a glimmer of hope.

Although in a dream.

Consciousness gradually dimmed.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

On this day, she experienced great joy and great sorrow, and she was really tired.

...

Bertha "woke up".

I felt that my body was full of strength, and all the injuries on my body disappeared.

The mental state is also very good, and it doesn't look like he has been tired all day.

He opened his eyes and stood up.

She was standing in a place similar to the courtyard where she fell asleep.

It's just that the surrounding scene is very blurry, as if it was splashed with thick ink, and it is constantly twisting and changing.

"Dream?"

She was clearly in a dream, but her consciousness was so clear.

"correct!"

She quickly looked in a certain direction.

The dazzling light made her narrow her eyes involuntarily.

As if facing the sun, the scene in his eyes was white.

Only a small figure can be seen vaguely.

A child in black clothes, fair skin, thirteen or fourteen years old.

"You, you are..."

Bertha had too many questions in her mind.

But before she could ask, the other party spoke.

The knowledge in the words kept flowing into her mind.

Obviously there are many questions to ask, but for some reason I am completely immersed in learning.

But when she realized something was wrong, she was already awake.

"Pen, pen, paper..."

She hurriedly looked for a pen and paper, trying to write down the knowledge in her mind.

She stopped suddenly.

I found that the dream seemed to have existed, but it seemed to be unreal.

No matter how much she patted her head, she couldn't remember anything she learned in the dream.

"Is it like this again? It slowly surfaced after a while?" She could only pray like this.

What if the dream is fake?

She didn't learn knowledge in her dream at all?

Was it just a miracle last time?