noble pharmacist

The refugees set up a simple wooden house on the east side of the town and settled down.Some continued north and hid in the dense boreal forests, while the rest stayed and scattered to nearby villages to fend for themselves.The log house was built with the help of the residents of the small town. It is small in size and is being gradually improved.

The people here, like Oak City, are relatively rich because they don't have to directly face the large number of tax collectors that Curtis sends every year.It was just in time for the christening eve of the winter solstice, holly sprigs hung from the windows stained orange by the fire, and the kitchen could always hear the pleasant sizzling of butter melting on the pan.Anderson hung a holly from the ceiling in the small room he had been assigned, and spread a new checkered tablecloth over an old round table he had found.

The wound on Anderson's abdomen healed very slowly.When the wound hurt badly, he would sit at the table and think about Ryan, from the warm light of dusk until he had to get up to light a candle.

Anderson remembered that when she was still in Chateau d'Eyer, the countess couldn't bear the strange smell of burning animal fat, and the room was made of expensive beeswax.Every winter at the christening, he would be put on a fitted silk shirt (each button is a beautiful shell carving) and taken to the church to receive the priest's blessing with his two older brothers.He was then allowed to dine at the count's table.

Anderson loathes this cold aristocratic dinner.Women pecked at their meals like birds, and men squandered their wine in pointless bombast, always about women, duels, and money.

Seth said to him: "Master, if you want to change this rotten way of life, you have to blend in with these people and then dominate them."

In fact, Anderson thought, the only time he felt most relaxed was when he was eating at the same table as Ryan.Lane doesn't ask him to hold his knife and fork gracefully, or ask him to cut a steak into countless pieces and eat the smallest one first.Lane would just say, "Oh baby, you've had so little. Let me feed you one more mouthful so we can have fun when we go to bed."

Anderson still couldn't convince himself that Ryan was dead.

He would never suddenly hug his waist from behind and say with a smile, "Ann, I promise this is the last time tonight. After I'm done, I will continue to devote myself to the cause of Denton's freedom."

Or add some herb that he got from nowhere to his black tea, and recommend it swearingly: "Honey, the taste is wonderful!"

At this time, Henry III would silently crawl to his feet and squat down, snorting sparks, threatening to spray every flying insect and mouse that dared to approach his master.

Winter is the season when colds are prevalent.Relying on the few medicinal materials on his body, Anderson re-copied his old business and barely made a living.Xiaolong never grows up because he doesn't have enough to eat, and often fights with local mice and returns home in defeat.

Every few days he would find a white rose on the table.The small petals are overlapping, delicate and large, and it smells sweet and greasy, reminiscent of the fake flowers that women put in their hair and sprayed with powder.Henry III didn't like the scent, and every time Anderson poked its nose with a rose stem, the little thing would whimper and hide around, as if the scent was poisonous.

At first he thought the flowers were sent by patients, until one day people introduced him to an errand.There was a resident doctor in the town, who needed a housekeeper because of his frequent travels.This time, just in time for the doctor to come back, Anderson followed the guidance of the local residents to a two-story independent mud brick building in the east of the town.In front of the building is a small manicured lawn, and behind it is a medicine garden surrounded by a white fence.The green-painted wooden door is open, as if people are welcome to enter at any time.After entering the door, through the living room, you arrive at the study of the owner of the house.A big yellow cat purred contentedly by the fire.

The introducer said: "This is the respected Mr. Tom William. He has been in our town for five years."

After closing the door, Anderson leaned against the back of the door, expressionless: "Mr. Tom William. A very tasteful name."

Vincent William raised his head from the table covered with various brass utensils, and stretched out his hand to him: "Ann, my dear friend, it is really a pleasure to see you are still alive. When can you put Give me back the coat I borrowed in Oak City?"

"Throw it away." Anderson replied decisively.

Vincent carefully poured the dark green liquid in the measuring cup into an elevated glass: "Don't look at me so warily. If the Marquis really wanted to deal with this place, he wouldn't have sent me as a medicine knight. Strictly To be honest, I'm not a spy. Cornwall is my territory, and I just come back to live there for a few days every year." He added: "Heal the diseases of the people in the territory, and inspect the situation by the way."

"Viscount William really cares about his subjects," Anderson praised.

"Oh, when we first met, I didn't expect you to be a Liberal, nor did I expect you to have royal blood." Vincent poured the green solution in the cup on a blooming rose, watching the rapidly withering white rose. Rose thoughtfully: "I just think that if we join forces, with your ability and my strength, we will become the greatest court pharmacists in history. We can complete the masterpiece that our predecessors could not. Before us, No one can do it."

"What do you want to do?"

"Training the dragon." He put his finger on his lips and bent his eyes: "Make Denton's largest dragon team."

Train the dragon.

Dragons are an extremely rare species in Denton.According to legend, the real wild dragons and the disappeared dragons are hidden in the deepest forest in the north.Every spring, mountain people venture into the northern foothills of the Altis Mountains to look for dragon eggs that may be left on the cliffs after a giant dragon joins the wild.It is possible that one out of several generations of mountain people can find an egg.This precious dragon egg will be sent to the hot spring palace, where it will be hatched and fed by professional dragon trainers until it becomes a royal dragon that can be controlled by successive Denton rulers.

Giant dragons are cruel by nature. Even if they are tamed from childhood, only three out of ten dragon eggs can be tamed successfully.

However, the natural fighting power of the giant dragon has always been a symbol of the glory of the royal family, and has been longed for by the successive kings of Denton.

"I remember the Royal Knights had a team of dragons," Anderson said. "I heard that they burned the entire city of Oak."

"Those are just four adult golden pterosaurs, the most common species of dragons." Vincent looked happy and shook his finger: "Your Majesty wants the whole group of dragons. Ann, think about it, if forty dragons What if we form a warband? We can extend the territory of Denton north to the north of the boreal forest, conquer the dragons who live there, and west to the west of the Sother Desert, and all the barbarian tribes will bow to us... And The dragon team is not only gold pterosaurs, but also black bone wings and ice dragons, and may even include the legendary king of dragons, Dark Lightning—Ann, are you listening?"

Anderson carefully observed the big yellow cat in Vincent's study, and suddenly came up with a brilliant idea - in order to save money, Henry III could be trained to catch mice for a living.

He stroked the yellow cat's fur lovingly: "The question is where do you go to find so many dragon eggs."

"We don't need dragon eggs, we just need to find the dragon's lair. We need to concoct a hallucinogen for the psychedelic dragons, so that they will recognize us as their masters-this is how the dragons are said to tame dragons. That's why Your Majesty asked me to look for an excellent pharmacist among the people. I am in the Royal Knights' department of medicine, mainly focusing on medical skills, and this kind of soup is very complicated. I need an excellent pharmacist who can be my partner. What do you think What's the deal, Ann?"

"I'll tell the people in the town about your status in the Royal Knights, what do you think?" Anderson proposed friendlyly.

Vincent smiled very politely: "The doctor who has worked here for five years and the traitor who has not had time to judge in Oak City, who do you think everyone will believe?"

Anderson found Vincent was right.People do believe in Vincent more than themselves, who have no clear history.The Citizens Committee threw him out of the gate, and Anderson could only hold Henry III and cry while decocting medicine: "Lane is right, Vincent is an old fox..."

Vincent has a high status in the eyes of local residents and has a good reputation.He comes back here on time every winter for the baptism, and heals people in the town.His house was never closed during the day, and when the flu prevailed the sick could line the doorway beyond the garden fence.When Anderson first arrived in the town, people told him that there lived a miracle doctor named Tom in the east of the town, and he could go there if he wanted to help.

"Better pretending than Ryan." Anderson held Henry III and grinded his teeth.

Speaking of Lane, Vincent came to him and handed him a scroll of parchment.As usual, a white rose was inserted on the scroll.Anderson unfolded it carefully, while Vincent smiled and said, "The Marquis asked me to transfer it to you. Don't worry, there is no poison on the paper."

The parchment was new, and so was the dark blue ink.

Seth's handwriting.

"Oak City Liberals Dead List"

The list was very long, and Anderson searched for each name with trembling fingers, and searched for a full two hours.In the last position on the last row, he saw: Ryan Black Position: Supreme Overseer

"The Marquis asked me to send you word. Lane is dead, and you have nothing to do with the Liberals. He wants you back."

It was night, and the parchment was leaning against the blazing fire as Anderson read.After the parchment was baked warm, a line of words slowly emerged, still in Seth's handwriting: "Do not accept any roses from Vincent, if they are in contact with them for a long time, they may induce certain changes in the body of the contact. "

Another reason Anderson didn't expose Vincent was that he didn't think Vincent's position was firm.Sometimes he even felt that Vincent was appeasing the Liberal forces in his territory.If Seth hadn't acted personally this time, Oak City might continue to live while he turned a blind eye.Vincent has lived in the town where he is now for five years, and he is well aware of the relationship with the Liberal Party here, but when Anderson asked, he yawned: "Ann, every time I come here When I came here, I was just a doctor."

"Occasionally, I will find a place to work as a doctor and raise a big fat cat. Forget about the Royal Knights." Vincent lay back on the rattan rocking chair by the fireplace, with a whole fox draped over his body. Pi, closing his eyes: "Seven years ago, someone told me that I am more suitable to be a doctor than a knight."

"Who said that?"

"A woman with the same gray-blue eyes as you." Vincent's eyes dimmed: "Unfortunately, she died later."