The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Ivy walked into the tavern, it was already the next morning.

A group of people gathered around the bed, all with sad expressions on their cloudy faces.Some people kept sighing, while others shook their heads helplessly.

Although poor Roy was released overnight, he was lying on the bed weakly, his clothes were ragged, and the exposed skin was covered with pus and ulcers caused by whipping. He must have been infected with a severe high fever. It was flushed, but the lips were white and purple.

In this era, a small wind and cold can take away a fresh life at will.What's more, a fatal high fever, in their eyes, their brother was sentenced to death.

Basque was obviously in the most pain, with muddy tears condensed in his gray pupils, and while suppressing his sorrow, he poured a glass of whiskey from the barrel.

"Bring this to him. It's better to be drunk than to die sober." He said to the person next to him with a heavy voice. .

"Go! Go!" After such a short moment, Basque finally roared out of composure, but deliberately lowered his originally strong voice, tears streaming down from his eyes uncontrollably.

He knelt down and covered his eyes with his hands, transparent liquid suddenly seeped out from between his thick fingers, and then people heard him sobbing.

It was the first time for them to see this always strong leader cry so sadly.

But they couldn't stop his tears, let alone save their dying brother.

This sad mood quickly spread like a thick fog, and the whole tavern seemed to be shrouded in torrential rain, and almost everyone couldn't help but have red eyes.

They looked at Roy who was lying on the bed dying, but there was nothing they could do, they could only cast apologetic glances at him with guilt.

Someone wanted to invite the dying priest, but after all, he couldn't move forward, leaning against the wall and sighing dejectedly.

Then they heard a woman's voice.

"Maybe I can try."

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw Ivy calmly approaching the scary-looking man on the bed. There was compassion in his eyes, but he possessed unexpected confidence.

Faced with such a difficult disease, she seemed to have a chance to win. Under their shocked and stunned eyes, she took out a bottle of translucent reagent and a never-before-seen needle from the assistant's plate behind her.

"Give me the wine..." Without waiting for Basque's response, Ivy picked up the glass neatly, poured half of it onto the injured arm.

Then she quickly sucked the liquid into the needle tube, and the sharp needle tip pierced into Roy's arm muscles in an instant. She pushed it in quickly, blocked the slight blood that came out with cotton, and then took half a step back: "This time tomorrow The fever will probably subside, and these wounds should be disinfected on time, and they will not be life-threatening."

Her words were so relaxed, but everyone stared at her incredulously: "We have never seen the medicine in your hand."

Hearing this, Ivy showed a smile on her beautiful face, and raised the strange reagent bottle: "This is called an antibiotic, and it can treat all diseases related to inflammation."

Viruses in this era have never experienced the baptism of antibiotics, and drug resistance has not yet emerged.

Therefore, Ivy exaggerated some of its effects, but at present, it can indeed play a great role.

As expected, the men were attracted by her remarks, and all of them leaned over at the same time. Although they were all a head taller than Ivy, their devout eyes seemed to be looking up.

"Is such a miraculous thing a blessing from God?"

"Oh, no." Ivy shook her head lightly, raising a sunny smile, "It's a gift from me to people. I will develop it in large quantities, and you will no longer die from the wind and cold."

She never liked hearing thank you that was repeated so many times.So while everyone was observing Roy's condition, they quietly withdrew.

When he closed the door, his back seemed to bump into someone, and his whole body shook involuntarily.

She turned around in surprise, and saw a handsome brunette young man standing in front of her, smiling at her with deep pupils, looking like a broken rose that was about to wither.

His eyes always reminded her of the forests of the Apennines at sunset, the endless coffee bushes of the Andes, and the Greek temple of Athena near the Mediterranean.

"Good morning, Mr. Byron." She also greeted with a smile, moving her eyes away from the empty temple.

"Good morning, princess." He bent down slightly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand.

Then she lifted a speck of dust from her chestnut hair, approached her face gently, and blew gently.

"It seems that the princess must not have slept well last night." He leaned back a little, with a half-smile on his lips.

"Yes..." Ivy faced all his actions calmly, and instead of being shy, she looked directly into his eyes more boldly, "Can Mr. Lord sleep well here?"

He laughed, and his brown eyes rolled over her face, "Even if I wanted to, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"But you're different from all of us."

"Is it because I'm more useless than you all? My swordsmanship allows me to be the first to be killed in a duel, and there is a high probability that I will be beheaded by the commander in battle. How can I win your favor? It's me This insignificant ugly face, or these weak hands?"

"It's enough for you."

Ivy quickly interrupted his self-mockery, her tone was as firm as Sisyphus who would never stop moving stones, but the man on the opposite side restrained his smile.

"According to me? My surname is nothing unusual. There are people named Byron in the whole family, and I'm just the most useless one. In people's eyes, I'm just a useless dandy."

"But I only need one George Byron." Ivy said, "In my eyes, you only need a quill to form an indestructible army. No matter how powerful the mercenary army is, it will be wiped out without dust. Only you His pen will always shine brightly."

After the words fell, Byron fell silent.

She waited patiently for his response, watching his eyes darken, and with the passing of the second hand, she could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating.

Ivy certainly knows why he hesitates. Proud geniuses are often unwilling to subdue others with their talents. They are only willing to serve their own hearts. Making them willing to accept employment is tantamount to restraining the wings of birds and letting them fall from the sea out of thin air at the bottom of the water.

Breathing still, she began to regret that there were too few careerists in the world.If the young man on the opposite side is eager enough for power, then she is more sure of winning the heart of an ambitious little wolf dog.

"I will publish your incomparable poems in the newspapers I start. I need you to convey freedom, to convey thoughts of freedom from imprisonment. Just like the principles you have always insisted on, arousing people's will and strengthening their beliefs, I believe that for you Saying it is as easy as drinking a pint of brandy with a straight face."

She waited quietly for his answer, and finally, the day finally shone into the gloomy temple, casting light through the hazy mist.

"I reluctantly accept your request." The young poet raised his proud chin, like an elegant white swan, "As long as it is for freedom and to overthrow the darkness, I am willing to obey your orders."

She laughed, took out an envelope from the cloak, sealed it with a wax seal, and blew lightly: "Either born to be a king, or one is worthless, I don't think a little favor will move your heart. Follow me, and glory will be at your feet, with your pen strangling the throat of night, you are the king of the day."

The author has something to say:

Don't be silent, the queen says she wants comments and opinions!

I don’t even know how to write enthroned, whether to wear a crown for myself under the gaze of the Pope, or to have the Pope crowned...

Also, I found that there is no complete car until now, which is very bad!But the heroine seems to be ignoring feelings more and more, this car is getting harder and harder to drive!

Finally forgot to mention, Happy New Year's Day! happy new year!