The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Roy's body was indeed recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His cheeks gradually became healthy and fair, and his skin, which was covered with sores, gradually improved. After half a month, he had basically returned to his original appearance.

His appearance is somewhat reserved and elegant of aristocrats. Due to his long-term association with his friends at the bottom, the habits of those dudes have been swept away in him. He treats people kindly, and his laughter is lively and cheerful.Therefore all the poor are willing to accept him as a brother.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised by his improvement, and they all said that antibiotics are simply a miracle medicine, "the golden apple in the Garden of Eden".

"Hey, brother, you have to thank that princess, without her you have been taken to the underworld of Hades."

Basque pointed to Ivy who was making some strange potions in the distance, and drank a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine with his brother.

Lacking barley, they had to make wine out of readily available sour grapes and oranges, much to the displeasure of the men, who regarded it as nothing more than a sweetened drink.

But at this moment of severe food shortage, having thirst quenchers is already considered a gift, and it is better to have nothing than nothing.

Roy obviously didn't have such high requirements for alcohol, and he would survive a catastrophe if he took his life. It was undoubtedly a blessing for him to drink mortal things.

He had pale blue eyes like a lake, which became clearer as he meditated, like a platonic wise man. He glanced in the direction of Basque's finger and saw a slender young woman.

His expression was suddenly a little surprised: "Did she save me?"

"She not only dragged you back from the pile of dead people, but also cured your whole body."

"Then she gave me a second life." Roy said, walking towards the woman in the light and shadow, his footsteps were very light, but it still disturbed Ivy who had fallen into concentration.

Beside her were some strange things, such as a small burning stove, a liquid with a special smell, and a few piles of metal that shone with a bronze luster.

These things look normal alone, but together they look like a witch is developing her potion. Roy even tilted his head vigilantly, making sure that no one around is watching Ivy's actions, so as not to send her to The stake.

"Are you here to thank me?" Ivy tilted her head, her hands still moving non-stop, "I don't want to hear the noise repeated over and over again, because I will regret my rare kindness."

"Uh..." Roy opened his mouth and bit down on a hard rock, twitching the corners of his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a while.

He could only be silent for a while, thinking about the appropriate wording in his mind.

With a "wow", the window was suddenly blown open by a gust of cold wind, making a creaking sound.

Immediately, a bottle of reagents on the table was blown down by the wind, and the unknown liquid inside immediately seeped out.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to help pick it up, but was stopped by a hasty shout: "Don't move—"

Her voice was quite nervous, but after only a few seconds, her expression immediately turned cold, "If you think your hands are too in the way and want to throw them away, it doesn't matter if you move them."

Roy immediately withdrew his hand.

He stared at the plain-looking liquid, "Is this some kind of poison?"

"Not really..." Ivy said simply, "but stronger than poison."

"what is that?"

"Sulfuric acid..." Ivy patiently explained that people in this era are at a loss for chemicals, "It has a strong burning effect. If you touch it just now, you can only watch your fingers burn. into coke."

Her tone was as calm as running water, but it was like a stone thrown into the water, causing a huge ripple in Roy's heart.

"Then it is indeed an extremely lethal weapon." There was a light of surprise in his eyes, and even faint excitement.

Unexpectedly, Ivy shook her head, put a few pieces of copper into the boiling pot, and bubbles burst out instantly.

This kind of behavior is even more amazing, it's like seeing a living wizard doing it in front of him, as if an old and dying person can be rejuvenated in the next second.

"I use it to save people, not kill people."

Her cold face is born with persistent determination, like the unique black and gold palaces of the Middle Ages, mysterious and ancient dark castles, and decisive cruelty lingers in her icy pupils, reserved and noble, compassionate but cruel.

The words uttered from those iris-like lips seem to be born to be connected with killing.Therefore, words like "saving people" are quite inconsistent.

"Is it strange?" Ivy realized that the young man stopped talking, and looked up at him.

She accidentally discovered that he was actually a handsome young man. His aristocratic background often left an indelible imprint of elegance on people, and his gestures and gestures were charming.

If Byron has a decadent beauty that smells like wine from rotten apples, then he is like a brilliant diamond shining in the sun, his every move reflects a halo of vitality.

She lowered her head: "The only way to eradicate late blight of potatoes is to use copper sulfate solution. Unfortunately, there is no ready-made one. For the time being, we can only use it now, and wait until the factory has the opportunity to mass-produce it."

Her explanation sounded no different from a spell. Just as Roy was recalling the unheard-of terminology over and over again, there were bursts of sad sighs from outside.

"There are no more potatoes!" someone shouted. "What shall we eat, Basque?"

Poor Basque's head seemed to be even more bald. He scratched his shiny forehead and let out a deep sigh: "Tomorrow, let's go to the forest outside to see if there are any prey."

"Where do you catch animals in winter?" Hearing this, someone couldn't help but smile bitterly, "They all hide from hibernation. We humans don't have such a good nature. Otherwise, it seems that we don't have to worry about the risk of starving to death if we force sleep."

His point of view was indeed good, and immediately attracted the approval of his surrounding partners.But after the praise, the serious practical problem was like a black cloud, once again shrouding everyone's already worried heads.

"It's food shortage again! It's hunger again!" Someone got angry impatiently, "I might as well kill myself with a bullet in this gun, it's better than starving to death."

"Don't, Locke, the Brit wants us all to die."

"Then what should I do? I just watched myself decline day by day, and my stomach exploded due to the accumulation of water in my abdomen. In that case, I would rather die a decent death."

"Oh, sir, a true gentleman never gives up hope of living."

A clear female voice sounded from behind. Her voice sounded extremely pleasant at this moment, but it was not lacking in strength. It was completely opposite to her usual coldness.

Everyone couldn't help turning around and saw Ivy walking from the end of the corridor with a smile on her face.

"Princess, can you solve our dilemma?" someone asked.

She nodded: "If even I can't do anything, it won't be too late to think about ending my life at that time."

Everyone looked at each other and heard her calm voice: "I have almost nothing but wealth now, but it's ridiculous, even if we despise gold coins and interests. However, only they can solve our problems.

I have already purchased many ships of food from the countries along the Mediterranean Sea. If there is no accident, I will ship them in the next day to alleviate the temporary crisis. "

The men's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and they couldn't help chewing on the meaning of the words, and finally came to a consistent conclusion——

Sure enough, the princess is always the one who has the most solutions.No matter what difficulties you encounter, believe her to be the truth.

Although according to past common sense and experience, when the sky falls, it is often on the shoulders of men, and letting a woman replace it seems to be an insult to one's personality.

Even in folklore and legends, the princess robbed by the dragon always needs the rescue of the prince or knight, and the cruel war makes men go to the front line.

As for the beauties like the delicate flowers in the greenhouse, they just need to obediently hide in the castle and wait for rescue.

Of course, they are also willing to show off their dignity, dedicating their strength and even their lives for a beauty who is overwhelming the country, to maintain their reputation as gentlemen.

If Ivy moved their lips and told them to go through fire and water for her, they would not be willing to swear their allegiance to the death.

But here, these concepts and traditions do not seem to work at all.

This beautiful princess is a real knight. Unlike those who are noble and delicate, she never wears a girdle, but she is also tall and straight, with heavy makeup and elegant manners.

There was blood in the mouth, and the hideous face that appeared in an instant was not a terrifying beast, but the inadvertent expression of the nature and soul under the perfect Rococo dress. Her greedy fangs were only to bite the neck of those who hindered the progress, but Fangs are not her weapon, grace is.

She never hides her ambition, never stops her desire, but the sun is willing to cover her with brilliance for her love for the world. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that she can be supported by virtue of her gender.

In this way, these burly, strong men are like princesses waiting to be rescued.

In addition to looking for mercenaries from all over Europe, Ivy's daily routine is to regularly urge Byron to write.

She finally realized the pain of delaying manuscripts as an editor and author. This poet is certainly a genius.But being obsessed with alcohol all the time is unbearable.

And he has a quirk, he likes to wear breathable silk thin clothes in cold weather, even if his face is pale, he still wants to maintain his handsome appearance.

In modern terms, there is a heavy burden of idols.

But it's deadly.

Wearing it like this in the winter is tantamount to a long life, especially in this era of generally low immunity. Ivy suddenly felt that it was not surprising that he only lived to be 36 years old in history. It is a miracle to surpass.

His room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, Ivy frowned, pinched her nose and picked up a page of paper on the table.

"So you only wrote two lines from yesterday to now?"

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