Not a Witch

However, such things as war have never been completely decided by the strength of one person, and victory is easy, but the maintenance of public security, suppression, and production after the occupation requires a group of excellent soldiers with good discipline.

At first, the apprentice was a little unconvinced, thinking that the mysteriously dressed guest was just curious and ignorant of the world.But as the conversation deepened, his expression became solemn.

It is undeniable that Roland Hill does not know much about contemporary new technologies, but a lot of alchemy knowledge is common to her. The knowledge that has been fully inherited from the Mercury Dynasty makes her vision very high. It is a kind of high-rise overlooking, often The apprentice was a little bit overwhelmed by asking the core points of alchemy in a straight-forward manner. He has only studied alchemy for five years, and many things are known and unknown, so some questions gradually become unanswerable.

This is like learning all kinds of physical and chemical knowledge in middle age. The knowledge in the textbook is good, but the students will not know why these textbooks are compiled in this way, why they should be taught in this order, why they arrange these content to learn, which ones What is important, what is unimportant, what does not have to be taught to students, why this method is used and not other methods, in addition to these successful cases, what other failed cases in history, and so on.

These things are not what students need to know, because their energy and time are limited, but as they continue to grow, when they are going to the realm of masters, these things are indispensable, because in this way they can fully know how the technology is What has developed to the present, why did history choose this path instead of other directions.

"Okay, Lavoisier, go do your own business first, I'll answer this lady's question."

At this time, a black-haired middle-aged man walked into the store. He was wearing a pure black robe, without any other decorations on his body, and his appearance was very clean.After he came in, he heard the conversation between Roland Hill and the apprentice, then came over and patted the apprentice on the shoulder with interest, and then faced the hooded guest lady.

"Teacher Zenep, you're back." The apprentice turned around and greeted his tutor, then returned to the cashier counter a little embarrassed.

"This lady, although I don't know which school you belong to, but I can tell that you have a very deep understanding of some alchemy knowledge, why don't we go upstairs and sit for a while, it happens that I am also familiar with the outside world of Luerna. The technology is very curious.”

Roland Hill was too devoted to the knowledge and conversation about alchemy just now, and only then did he notice that the owner of this shop had returned.

"Well, okay." She observed the alchemist a little bit. She should have the strength of Sequence 6, and it is not very dangerous.

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After the two sat down in the study on the second floor, the apprentice brought two cups of black tea just now.

Zenep sat at the coffee table and looked at the mysterious guest. She was wearing a black robe with gray edges and lines. Her face was hidden under the hood, and her feet were gray. The leggings and long boots roughly outline the shape of the calf. It can be seen that this girl should be a relatively slender body.

"Are you a native of Verga, this lady?" he asked.

"No, I've only recently come to Verga, and I've been living in seclusion in the forest with my teacher before."

"Reclusive... It seems that your teacher is also a learned person."

"Well, the teacher has always been a person I respect very much." This sentence is indeed the girl's sincerity. She still admires Trinasha, the great witch, whether it is her calm and firm belief, or her serious attitude towards knowledge. , are worthy of her respect.

Afterwards, the two exchanged some views on alchemy, and the conversation was very pleasant. Although Zenep was limited in strength and was ostracized by the disputes of his colleagues, he did reach the level of a master in the field of alchemy. It is also a refuge, and I want to change to a free and fresh environment.

"It seems that Miss Lorraine Hill's teacher should be an alchemy master of the classical school."

"Classical....pie?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.

"Yes, it is the faction that was popular in the early days of Oz, or in the second era. The classical faction is very good at using natural supernatural raw materials as alchemy materials, such as the trunks, fruits, sap of supernatural plants, scales of supernatural beasts, Inner core, blood, bone, etc. These natural materials are very convenient to process, and the things made can often have some magical special effects, which were very popular in that era.”

"what about now?"

"Nowadays, the classical school is rare. Because with the rise of mankind, many dangerous supernatural beasts have been killed, and supernatural plants grow too slowly, and people don't have the lifespan of elves, so they can't wait, so most of today's alchemy creations are made of Metals, gems and man-made creations predominate.”

"Although the effect may not be as good as the classical school, it is better to find some materials." Zenep explained.

"If you are interested in alchemy today, you can study at Rourna's Academy. Although it is not as good as Emenas, fortunately, as long as you are willing to pay, there will be someone to teach you." Speaking of this, Zenep was a little bit surprised. Self-deprecating smile.

"Even in the kingdom of alchemy and mages, isn't the knowledge imparted in this respect inferior to Emenas?" the girl asked curiously.

"Yes, other Rourna magicians may not admit it, but I know it, because I used to be a student of Emenas. Unfortunately, this is not a glorious thing, because of my own reasons, I stopped halfway. I dropped out of school and didn't graduate completely."

"If I can really graduate from there, I guess you won't see me sitting here, because at this time I'm already one of the leaders of the Rourna country." Zenep took the teacup and took a sip. .

"But there is no if. Because of my shameful dropout, now I can only be a marginal role for Luerna." He slowly put down the teacup, with nostalgia and regret in his eyes.

Chapter 60 The Pig-Headed Boy

After leaving the 'Shield of Lake Light', it was already afternoon. Roland Hill looked at the high sun and decided to find a restaurant nearby to settle lunch and sit for a while.

This time, Lorraine Hill did not look for those luxuriously decorated restaurants, but instead found an ordinary restaurant to see what ordinary people in this country eat.

There was a slightly noisy sound from the open store door. The customers were sitting in twos and threes. Occasionally, they could hear the sound of the kitchen cooking food, and the fragrance of wheat permeated the store.

The dock porters and workshop workers on the ground floor will not come to the restaurant to eat. This is too extravagant for them. Usually, they have a large pot near the work place and cook some noodles, soup, vegetables and the like.Most of the people who sit and eat here are tourists, sailors and some small businessmen who travel to and from Hopelander, and they can be regarded as ordinary people with average income in the city.

Roland Hill sat down for a while, and a boy walked over quickly with small steps. He was a little fat, and his nostrils were a little big. He couldn't be said to be good-looking. He held a wooden menu in his hand. thing.

"Excuse me, what do the guests want for lunch?" The 14-15-year-old boy had a strange accent, not like a native of Hopeland. He asked excitedly.

The girl looked at the introduction on the wooden menu in his hand.

The staple food is simple several kinds of bread, including rough brown bread with bran, white bread made of refined flour, and freshly baked bread with dried fruit.

Non-staple food or vegetables are some vegetable soup, sausage, bacon, dried fish, grilled fish, and there are also two kinds of fruits, orange and apple. The only drink to drink is ale.

Several simple and common categories are written on the wooden board, and the handwriting is a little faded. It seems that the food category of this store has not changed much.

"One white bread and two oranges, thank you." If the meat of this era is not freshly made, she generally does not try it.

In a world that lacks freezing and fresh-keeping technology, meat is generally preserved in heavy salt for long-term storage. It is difficult to directly eat it without boiling it in the noodle soup.

"Okay, wait a moment." After the little boy wrote it down, he ran away quickly, and after a while, a food tray came out from the back of the kitchen, with the things the girl ordered on it.

Roland Hill looked at it, and it was relatively clean. The plates were simple earthenware. The golden bread was lightly shiny and still warm to the touch. Although it was not freshly baked, it was noon today. Made it, it didn't take long.

While eating the bread in small bites, she also looked at the recipes of the people around her, most of which were cheaper brown bread and a few dried fish.By the sea, fish is abundant and cheap, and is the source of meat protein in most people's diets.

If you want to eat meat in the inland, it will not be so convenient. Some small merchants will also transport dried fish preserved in salt to the inland as a commodity with dual attributes of salt and food, but there are still many mainlanders who cannot afford it.

There is a table next to it that is quite rich. In the middle is a large pot of noodle soup, with vegetables and sausage slices in it, which are boiled on a small stove.There were 5 adults, 3 children and 1 old man around, and several adult men were holding large glasses of ale.

When the girl finished eating the bread and started peeling the oranges, the family was ready to settle the bill.

"Waiter, come to checkout." One of the leading brown-haired men shouted.

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Then there was the sound of the boy writing and drawing on the back of the board, and after a while he quoted the price.

"A large porridge soup, 10 white bread, 3 vegetables, 4 cups of ale, 2 sausages, 3 dried fish, a total of 2 silver coins and 18 copper coins."

The brown-haired man was stunned for a while, then said, "Did you make a mistake! There's more than 2 silver coins in this table?"

The boy was frightened by his suddenly loud tone, and after careful calculation, he spoke slowly.

"Sorry guest, I made a mistake. There are 2 silver coins and 10 copper coins in total, and each cup of ale is 2 copper coins more because the price has been adjusted recently."

"What the hell are you doing!?" The man slapped the table, and the shaking plates moved, making him even more excited. The fat boy's body trembled in fright.

"Doing this kind of thing at a young age is so darn shameful. I have seen a lot of cheating tricks in the gutter."

"What? I'm crying like a little girl. Are you funny?" The man said, turning to the other people in the store with a sneer on his face, and there were bursts of laughter all around.

"I...I, I'm sorry....I made a mistake. I'll give you some deductions, okay?" The fat boy stood alone in front of the table with tears streaming down his face, but none of his colleagues came forward. Clear the siege.

"Emotion, are you kidding me?" The brown-haired man grinned, leaned back in the chair, and tapped the table with his fingers.

"You were the one who said you should charge more money at first, but now you are the one who said you should charge less money. You are playing me like a gray monkey in the mountains~"

"I... I'm not... I'm sorry." His voice was a little choked, and his body trembled slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry now, why did you go earlier, you are very interesting."

Everyone else in the store looked at the table, and from time to time there was a sound of pointing, and the boy became more and more frightened.

"Don't keep your head down, did your mother teach you to tell others that?"

"Yes, raise your head." Following the brown-haired man's voice, the boy raised his head slowly, snot and tears mixed together, and the already large nostrils got bigger.

"The way you look reminds me of a... good pet in my hometown."

"It eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, and likes to roll in the mud, and likes to make noises when it eats."

"Can you learn its sound?"

The boy looked at the people present with tears in his eyes, everyone was staring at him, and there was no sound, as if they were expecting a good show.There was sadness, grievance and fear in his heart.

.......

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"Humph...Humph..." After a while, with intermittent choking sounds, he learned to call pigs.

"Hahaha, he really learned."

"interesting."

"Hahaha, what is this called, pig-headed boy?" There was laughter from people around, as if seeing a live joke.

"Enough!" Lorraine Hill slapped the table, the scene suddenly became quiet, and then she stood up.

The brown-haired man looked up and down the girl. "I said.... This lady, it has nothing to do with you. I just taught this clerk out of good intentions, and he will suffer a lot in the future if he is so speculative and slippery."

"You're just taking the opportunity to insult people." The girl responded coldly, then walked over and took out three silver coins and placed them on the table.

"Let's go after dinner."

"you......"

The brown-haired man wanted to say something, but he watched the girl forcefully press a silver coin into the solid wooden table with her fingers, with a horrified expression on her face, and then stood up in a panic, pulling her family. Get out and leave quickly.

"Cut, it's boring."

The surrounding audience slowly dispersed, and at this time the boy dared to cry loudly, the tears of grievance blurred the face that was not good-looking, and looked even more ugly and distorted.

Chapter 61 The Northern Battlefield

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bud, and I'm from Greythorn."

In a spacious alley by the street, the boy had stopped crying, lowered his head, and answered quietly.

Lorraine Hill looked at the boy and did not open his mouth to comfort him.

"Do you hate that person?"

"I...I don't know, I did something wrong." His voice was a little low.

"Yes, you did something wrong." The girl did not deny it.

Hearing Roland Hill say the same, the boy lowered his head even more, and put his hands by his side, feeling that no position was appropriate.

"What are you going to do when this happens in the future?"

"I, I will calculate every account, and I will not make mistakes again."

"Have you ever heard of a man who never makes mistakes in his life?"