The Legend of Fatality

Morris was thinking about whether there was a better way along the way. In addition, the punishment for beheading was for those bridge workers who were unwilling to charge the Bill Pali. As long as these bridge workers are willing to carry the bridge and run, they will not be executed.

In fact, the leaders of the military seem hesitant to take more measures to punish the bridge workers. One person committed murder while Morris was commander of the bridging team, and they just chose to hang the idiot directly on the square during a storm. Although the results were the same, Morris only saw a few people being fined for fighting, and some were whipped because they ran too slowly during the bridging of the bridge.

Only give them the smallest punishment, or punishment can be exempted. The leaders of this army understand this, and the lives of bridge workers are almost desperate. If they continue to force them and force them too tightly, this group of bridge workers may simply give up their lives without caring about themselves.

Unfortunately, this also means that Bai En has no way to punish his men, even if he has this power. He must find another way to motivate them. But Morris still feels that rewarding someone or a small group is not a really good method.

Morris, who was thinking about these issues, did not notice that the three of them had come to the military medical tent. Bane took them around the biggest tents, came to a tent a little smaller in the back, opened the curtain and drilled in, and Morris and Nokranstov followed behind him Go in.

A pharmacist stumbled toward the row of medicine cabinets with his palms, and did not notice that the three of them got in. His face was covered with cracks, like a broken plain outside the city of Billbury under the storm, and covered with deep grooves, spreading in all directions, centered on his deeply sunken eyes. He wears thick glasses on the tip of his nose and wears dark robes.

Morris knew this profession when he was studying at the Marnus Imperial Academy of Magic. A pharmacist is a person between an herbalist and a surgeon. Although this profession is not a spellcaster between a magician and an alchemist like a magical pharmacist, ordinary people have enough superstition for healing techniques that the pharmacist can easily cultivate a mysterious temperament, Especially when this tent seems to deliberately create a mysterious atmosphere.

Wooden partitions hang glyphs of mysterious patterns and runes of unknown significance. Rows of jars are placed behind the counter, and on the shelves are stacked glass jars. A complete human skeleton hangs in the far corner and is connected by iron wire. In the tent without a window, in the center is a metal stand with a burning brazier illuminating the room.

Even so, the place is clean and tidy. It has a familiar taste of preservatives familiar to Bian, and is related to his experience in the black tower dissection room. He coughed softly and caught the old pharmacist's attention.

"Ah, young adventurer." The short pharmacist adjusted his eyes. He bent over and the whole person leaned forward, stroking his thin white beard with his fingers. "Are you here to buy an amulet that can withstand danger? Or which young laundry lady in the camp caught your attention? I have a potion that if poured into her drink, as long as she drinks it, it will be right You feel good. "

Bai En raised his eyebrows, then looked down at his dress, wondering why the other party regarded himself as an adventurer.

He wore the black boots and brown travel trousers found in the dungeon in Fatalin Bay, and the upper pockets were filled with the casting materials he needed. His long whip and sacrificial knives hung on the travel belt, and the filled magic gun was diagonally inserted on the belt.

In addition, there are bags of projectiles and gunpowder hanging on the belt, and a leather cylinder with a simple map on the back. The meat-cutting knife for meals, the silver kettle for water, etc., plus his black mage robe in front of it and the windbreaker that adventurers often wear are not much different.

Well, Bai En found that he did wear like an adventurer.

"Young adventurer, do you want to resist dangerous spells?" The old pharmacist couldn't wait to ask again when Bai En checked his outfit.

"No, I don't need what you call a spell or amulet," Bai En said angrily. "Also don't sell me your so-called love potions."

Bai En knows the so-called love spells and potions in these pharmacists' mouths, amulets to resist danger or injury, or magic potions to treat various diseases, and even they dare to say that they have a cure for all diseases, All are deceptive tricks.

The former contains only some sugar or flour. The smarter pharmacist will also add some herbs to boost the spirit or lethargy because of the different functions of the promotion.

The reason for this deceptive trick is to make people believe that it is nothing more than a kind of spell that resists danger. There are herbs that can improve alertness. With the improved alertness, some dangers are avoided, and the power of superstition is used to benefit from it. People who return to the camp alive will preach loudly. After all, ignorant people will always blame the accidents that they do not understand on the gods or magic.

Bai En is very familiar with this kind of thing, but also very disdainful, but he will not care about a pharmacist who is nothing to deceive the idiots.

"I need some bandages, a large bottle of oregano oil or cedar essential oil, two pints, it doesn't work with windweed milk. I also need a suture needle and sheep gut line." Bai En directly raised his own Claim.

The old pharmacist opened his eyes wide after listening.

"I am a wizard of Fatalin," Bai En rolled his eyes and said angrily. "And be proficient in potions and anatomy."

"Ah, that's it," the pharmacist said. "Okay." He made himself stand straighter, then lowered his cane and dusted his robe. "You said you want a bandage? There are some anti-inflammatory essential oils? Let me see ..." He retreated behind the counter.

Bian blinked and stared at each other curiously. Although the grade of the pharmacist had not changed, it didn't seem to be as old and weak as before. His footsteps were firmer, and his voice did not have that harsh, hoarse voice. He turned the bottle in the cupboard and muttered to himself while reading the label. "You can actually go directly to the surgeons. They will charge you a lot less."

"There are too many people over there, and they must be busy with work." Bai En frowned, and the surgeon was busy dealing with the wounded. It was one thing, but the reason he didn't go there was that the supplies there were for Used by 'real' soldiers. In terms of the amount he needs, he will definitely be asked where he uses these things, and he will also waste his unnecessary tongue.

"I see," the pharmacist said, putting a jar on the counter, then bending over to turn over the drawer.

Morris whispered close to White. "Every time he bends over, I worry that he will break like a branch."

After listening to his mouth, Bai En tilted slightly, but still waved his hand to signal Morris not to speak. He reached for the small bottle, opened the stopper, and smelled the contents. "Blood mussel mucus?" The unpleasant smell made Bian frown. "This thing doesn't work at all."

"But it's much cheaper," the old man said, taking out a big box. He opened the lid to reveal the sterile white bandage treated inside. "And you, as you said, you need a lot."

"This thing requires at least two silver coins in such a small bottle. Do you call it cheap?" Bai En said dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, it seems that you know the prices of these things very well. Oregano oil costs twenty silver coins per bottle."

"What about windweed milk? There are gadgets outside the camp, this plain is everywhere!" Bai En did not ask the price of cedar essential oil, the gadget price must be more expensive than oregano oil.

"Do you know how much juice a plant has?" The pharmacist asked, pointing at Bai En.

Bai En hesitated. He didn't know anything about this simple herb. He only knew that it was not a real juice, but a milky substance that you could squeeze from the stems of windweed. At least that's what the book says.

"I don't know," Bai En chose to admit that he didn't understand this thing.

"A drop ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the old pharmacist replied." If you are lucky. Of course, it is cheaper than oregano oil, but more expensive than mucus. Even if the slime smells like the **** of those who never wipe the ass. "

"Your statement even made me stop asking for slime," Bai En said, throwing a bag of gold coins at the counter. "Windweed milk, one pint. Oregano oil, one pint. Cedar essential oil, three ounces."

The pharmacist hummed, took the money bag, opened it and glanced, even though he reacted immediately, the smile briefly climbed onto his wrinkled face. After he started counting, he still couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

"The needle and the intestines require two silver coins, even if I gave you away." The pharmacist said with a smile, seeming to make Bai En take a lot of money.

"Even the cheapest straw grass, as much as a fingernail, is almost equivalent to half a month's salary as a bridge worker." Bai En explained to Morris beside him. "So it's too unrealistic to expect to provide medicines for everyone, and the investment and benefits are disproportionate."

"Well, I see." Morris nodded.

"What about the bandage?" The old pharmacist still clutched the purse tightly and asked.

"I'll have that box." Bai En was also polite.

"Very good." The old pharmacist reached out and counted the money in the purse, while continuing to say, "You and the surgeons are the same. You will never spend time and energy thinking about where your medicines come from, every time It ’s just as wasteful to use up. ”

"You can't price a person's life," Morris blurted out. This is the famous saying of his mentor. That's the man who kicked him out of the Academy of Magic because he couldn't afford tuition.

After Morris finished speaking, the tent suddenly became quiet. Then, the laughter of Bai En and the old pharmacist suddenly broke out.