noble pharmacist

"Ann, do you think this painting looks a lot like you?"

Anderson's hand trembled inadvertently.Seth actually looked for him?He didn't expect Seth to be so vicious and merciless. After sending him to the grave with his own hands, he also offered a reward for arrest, just in case, and wanted to drive and kill his family.If it was back then, Anderson might be angry, and he would rush to Aiye Castle as a knight with a sword, demanding an equal duel with him. Of course, he would be stopped by the guards and thrown into the dungeon under the tower of Aiye Castle.When Seth came back from the northern mountains, his body was already stink in the dungeon.Fortunately, his character has been smoothed a lot, partly due to Seth's teachings, and partly due to the five years when he lived in seclusion in Cole.

At first he hated Seth so much he wanted to skin him, cut off every inch of his body with a knife and feed it to the dogs.This hatred gradually became indifferent after five years of living in seclusion and his own powerlessness.He even gradually began to understand him, thinking that if someone else was in Seth's shoes, they might do exactly the same thing.At least this person once gave him illusory support in his youth.In the first two years, Anderson often dreamed of Seth, dreaming that he was sitting on the tall and straight watchtower of Aye Castle, reading yellowed parchments, and the table was full of glass bottles soaked in medicine and various plant.Seth turned to him with a gentle smile, the pale morning sun making his chiseled face look heroic.

Seth asked him, Master Anderson, what do you want to do in the future?

Anderson in the dream was still a 15-year-old child. He thought about it and said that he wanted to be a traveling pharmacist, traveling all over Denton to collect the legendary medicinal materials in the book, and treating patients when passing by the village.

Seth showed a slightly troubled expression, and tapped his chin lightly with the tip of the quill: "It's a pity, I want to be a glorious Denton knight, loyal to the country and subjects."

Fragments of the past would unfold from his dream like soft and quiet oil paintings. Every time Anderson woke up, he would feel a deep sense of guilt, hating why this man didn't appear in his dream in an even uglier form.

The man he had called his mentor and friend, the man he had most respected and loved.

In the third year, Anderson stopped dreaming about Seth, and his dreams returned to simple daily life, dispensing medicine for patients, or going to the wilderness outside Cole to collect medicine in summer and meeting wolves.In the past two years, he occasionally dreamed that Ryan suddenly came back from afar, quietly opened the bedroom door with a copper key, and kissed him while he was sleeping.Of course Ryan couldn't be there when he woke up, the playboy was never short of flirtatious objects.If he hadn't been pressed by the task of the Liberal Party this time, Anderson would be willing to gamble that he wouldn't have driven all the way back from Friedrichland for a dragon snake orchid.

So Anderson just took the parchment roll so he could put it away: "You've got the wrong person, I'm more handsome than him."

Ryan suddenly bent down and pecked his lips lightly: "Honey, you are smiling wryly. And you are in a daze."

That portrait made Anderson feel vaguely unsafe, and wanted to return to Cole as soon as possible after finishing his work.Ryan was more sensible this time, and he didn't wander around anymore. He whipped the two skinny horses like he didn't buy them with money.It was hard to follow Bill, who was walking behind the carriage, when he arrived at the hotel at night with tears in his eyes.

The castle of the Countess of Bacons is in Walton, built among the low hills near the sea.Five days further south from Walton, you can reach Aiye Castle built by the sea.

The countess's castle is pure white. Unlike the castle of Aiye, which focuses on defense, it is more inclined to open views and luxurious enjoyment.Compared with other noble castles, its towers and battlements are lower, making the banquet hall and main building appear gorgeous and spacious.When Ryan parked the open carriage outside the castle, he saw several people in peasant costumes carrying fresh wine into the castle.The housekeeper thought the wine was not fragrant enough, so he overturned a large wooden barrel, and the red liquid immediately filled the air in early autumn with sweetness.

Ryan seems to know the place well.He had no trouble getting the gatekeeper to let his circus in, but Anderson was stopped.Anderson pointed to the notice pasted on the city gate and asked Ryan politely: "It is true that the countess invited a pharmacist, one hundred gold coins for fifteen days - but it said that volunteers should sign up at the city gate guards and choose the best ones." Admission—maybe I'm reading it wrong?"

"I believe in you." Ryan had long since changed back into a bright blue robe embroidered with gorgeous gold trim, and explained: "I did recommend you to the Duchess, but you know, I was rejected-oh leak, Baby, you can't look at me with such fierce eyes."

Anderson was very depressed, so he had no choice but to register with the gatekeeper of the castle as required, saying that he was a pharmacist from Cole.Cole's place is too remote, he was taken as a small place to meet the poor boys who try their luck in the world, and he was asked to try out an antidiarrheal medicine on the spot, and then he was taken to the servants' room on the left wing of the castle, and he found a room at random. stay.

Supper was minced meat porridge with the footmen in the large kitchen with its long beech table and stools.The groom had just finished washing the horses, and the blacksmith rushed to finish the last horseshoe of the day. Anderson chatted with the cook about the countess' condition, and was frustrated to find that there were about thirty pharmacists who had come forward to recommend the agave potion. 27 have been driven away.The cook was used to dealing with rude servants, and it was rare to see Anderson, a gentle and gentle type, who was happy to point him to the place where the countess was entertaining guests.So Anderson walked to the castle garden after dinner to find Ryan.

The countess is entertaining guests in the garden.From a distance, he heard Ryan's voice telling story poems.The garden in late autumn is full of maple leaf red and deep gold.Lane stands under a dazzling red maple tree.He changed into a purple silk robe again, with three oriental golden chains hanging from his chest. Surrounded by several noble ladies, he was very involved in telling another version of the elopement story.The harp girl accompanies him, and two clowns perform a ball toss in front of the other guests.Ryan saw Anderson, found an excuse to sneak out, and yawned boredly: "One dinner consumed fifteen cows and thirteen sheep, not counting other things. But as far as I know, this No less than fifty peasants died of starvation last winter in the land of the countess. Ann, I will try my best to introduce you to the countess, but you know, the jester's words may not be useful."

Anderson turned around and left: "I don't want the hundred gold coins, I want to go back to Cole."

Ryan quickly blocked him: "Ann, what should I do if you leave?"

Anderson spread his hands: "I see you are doing well."

Once these banquets are over, Ryan will have to leave with the circus. If Anderson stays as a pharmacist, he can at least stay for a while longer as a pharmacist's friend.

"I have news that Prince Ansair was sent here when he was born, and the countess should know his whereabouts." Ryan whispered: "Ann, I never asked you. Believe me, if there is no other choice , I won't let you get involved." He was a little worried: "Have you really prepared agave potion? Will there be any problems?"

Anderson shrugged indifferently: "No, I just watched the teacher prepare it. It's very simple. I can't understand why the Countess of Bacons would invite so many pharmacists to try the mixture."

The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched, held back, took his hand and kissed it numbly, and then went back to the banquet: "My dear, I love you."

Anderson had nothing to do, so he simply wandered closer to the banquet, hoping to listen to people's chats.After listening for a while, yawning, it was nothing more than someone's young master taking another's heiress, a newly widowed wealthy marquise was being courted by others, or discussing how to drive out lowly peasants on their own lands and turn large tracts of land into For the racecourse.Suddenly someone said: "The Marquess of Elberd is coming back from the northern mountains. It is said that the Liberals are in great disorder over there."

"Seth Elbold?" The person who answered laughed, "I don't agree with his way of using violence to counteract violence. Killing only breeds terror, and terror breeds killing. His sword is stained with the blood of Liberals, But there will only be more and more people who stand up against the king. I am more inclined to find out the problem mildly, and then start reforms from within Denton. Also, the purpose of his going to Fryland is not to find Liberals, I'm looking for-"

With a silk shirt and a thin and slender figure, the corners of his mouth curved into a playful arc when he smiled, deliberately stopping at a meaningful place.Anderson remembered this man.The last time we met, his face was hidden under his traveling cap, but he remembered the curve of the pharmacist's mouth when he smiled.

He walked over generously, and the other side raised an eyebrow curiously.

The setting sun was almost at the end of the horizon, Yaoshi was very young, his eyebrows and eyes were very thin, raised slightly towards the sideburns, he looked like a well-fed fox when he squinted his eyes.

Anderson took out the roll of parchment from his bag and smiled apologetically, "Sir, I'm here to return the things. I don't understand why you posted this notice to me. I don't know the person on it."

The man obviously still remembered, and looked him up and down slowly: "Oh, I know you don't know him. I just want to tell you—" He put his index finger between his lips, and said with a low laugh: "You have a picture I like interested face."

"This joke is not funny."

"Are you also the pharmacist who came to test the agave herb potion for the countess?" The man turned to his companion: "Usually a good pharmacist will collect the herbs himself. Those who sit in the pharmacy all year round and wait for people to deliver the herbs usually have nothing Nerdy and mediocre, aren't you, Steven? But the young man in front of us is so pale that he hasn't been exposed to direct sunlight."

"My leg was injured and it's not convenient for me to travel far, and I trust the friend who sent me herbs." Anderson actually didn't believe in Ryan's ability to identify medicinal herbs. Lots of fake medicines.But in the case of this relational position he decided to selectively forget about it.

"I just saw it. It's your clown friend. It is said that he can't even tell the difference between lavender and heather. By the way, I live in the first-class room on the second floor on the right side of the main hall. It's downstairs from your friend. If you are free, you can Come find me."

Anderson bowed slightly, turned around and left.

Denton's noble castles have an unwritten hierarchy, the higher the floor, the lower the room level.This is generally to prevent distinguished guests from climbing three or four floors of revolving stone stairs out of breath.Anderson was very angry, even if you live in a better place than us, you don't need to show it off so obviously.

The man turned his head and said to his companion, "Hey, the little animal blew up. When it blew up, it still remembered to bow before leaving, tsk tsk."

His companion was obviously more interested in the previous topic: "Let's continue talking about Marquis Seth Elberd, what did the king send the Templars to the north to find?"

The pharmacist lost interest: "Seth? He's an idiot. Five years ago, he posted missing person notices all over Denton like a lunatic, just to find a dead person he buried with his own hands." He suddenly stopped: "Oh No, I'm talking too much. If it gets to Seth's ears by a Knight of the Knights, he'll hang me like a Liberal."