Tang Zhangwei said to Bai Cunxiao: "What is the most greasy thing you have ever eaten?" ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "One is peach crisp, and the other is salted roast chicken, which is also called salted crispy chicken." Actually, the taste of this peach crisp and salted crispy chicken is delicious, and the reason why I hurt it is for my own reasons. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "What is the reason why you are tired of eating these two things?" ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "In fact, the reason is very simple, that is, when I was a child, I liked to eat that peach cake very much, but what I didn't expect was that once my family went to relatives, I was left alone at home." I'll just eat this peach crisp, the peach crisp that time is estimated to have been left for too long, a little resurgence, plus I took a big bite and ate these things, and in the end I actually ate so much that I wanted to vomit. ”

"I wouldn't be here without the herbs. Did he say anything when he was sober? ”

Karen smiled at the old man, "He just said he was worried about you. ”

He turned and walked back to the front room, grunting, "It's not without reason. ”

Zod sits at the table, slices the roots of the herbs, and places them in a half-full jug that hangs on the grill in the fireplace. He threw the shaved herbs into the fireplace and added two more pieces of wood, then took out some jars of different sizes from the closet. Without the slightest hesitation, he poured different colored powders from the jar into a black stone mortar. These red, blue, yellow, brown and green powders are then milled with a white milk bowl until they are completely mixed together. He moistened his fingertips with his saliva, then used them to pick up a sample from the mortar. Putting it in his mouth and tasting it, he raised an eyebrow and thought as he tapped his fingers to his lips. Finally, he smiled and nodded in satisfaction. He poured the powder from the mortar into the jug, took a spoonful from under the hook of the fireplace, and stirred it. He stirred slowly as he watched the mixture bubble up. After almost two hours of stirring, he thought it was all right, and slammed the jug on the table to allow it to cool.

Zod pulls out a bowl and a filter cloth, and after a while he calls Karen out to help. She quickly walked over to him.

Zod instructs Karen on how to hold the filter cloth on the bowl, and he pours the mixture from the jar onto the filter cloth.

He whirled his fingers in the air. "Now twist the cloth vigorously to squeeze the liquid into the bowl. When you're done, throw the cloth and all the residue inside into the fire. She looked at him in bewilderment. Zod raised an eyebrow on one side. "The rest of the stuff is poisonous. It's time for Richard to wake up now, and we'll let him drink. You squeeze on, I'll come and see Richard. ”

Zod walks into the bedroom, bends down to look, and finds Richard in a deep coma. He turned around and saw Karen with her back to him, squeezing the filter cloth hard. He placed one of his middle fingers in front of Richard's forehead, and Richard's eyes suddenly opened.

"Honey," Zod shouted outside, "we're really lucky. He just woke up. Bring the bowl in. ”

Richard blinked: "Zod? You okay? Is everything okay? ”

"Yes, yes, everything is fine."

Karen walked in, carefully holding the bowl so as not to spill the liquid inside. Zod helps Richard sit up and drink the potion.

After drinking, he helped Richard to sleep.

"This potion will put you to sleep and cure you of a high fever. The next time you wake up, you'll recover. Trust me, don't worry, go to sleep. ”

"Thank you, Zod—" Richard fell into a deep sleep before he could say more.

Zod walked out of the room and retrieved a tin plate before returning to Richard's bedside and insisting that Karen sit on the chair next to the bed. "Thorns are incompatible with herbs," he explains, "and it had to leave Richard's body." He put the tin plate under Richard's hand and sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Both of them listened silently to Richard's deep breathing and the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace in the front room, but the whole house was silent. Zod broke the silence first.

"It is very dangerous for a penitent to travel alone, my dear. What about your magician? ”

She raised her tired eyes and looked at him: "My magician sold his services to a queen. ”

Zod frowned dissatisfied. "He abdicated his responsibilities? His name? ”

"Julian."

"Julian." He repeated, a sour look on his face, and leaned closer. "So, why don't you have any other magicians with you?"

She gave him a serious look: "Because they are all dead, dead at their own hands." Before they died, they gathered and cast a spell to protect me and pass through the barrier safely with the help of Nightbeam. Zod stood up, rubbing his chin, sadness and concern on his face. Do you know magicians? She asked.

"Yes, yes, I've lived in Middle-earth for a long time."

"The great magician? Do you know him too? ”

Zod smiled, brushed his robe again, and sat back on the edge of the bed. "You're stubborn, dear. Yes, I know the old magician, ever. But even if you find him, I don't think he's going to get involved. He wouldn't be willing to help Middle-earth. ”

Karen leaned close to the old man and took his hand with both hands. The voice is gentle but firm.

"Zod, there are many people in Middle-earth who do not approve of the greed of the United Parliament and its members. They don't want that, but they're just ordinary people and don't have the right to have an opinion. They just want to live in peace. Daken Raha took the food that people used to prepare for the winter and gave it to his army. His army did not value the food, and they either wasted it, let it mold, or sell it to civilians at a high price. People are already starving, and there will be a lot of deaths this winter. The fire was disabled and people were freezing. ”

Raha said it was all the old magician's fault because he didn't stand up to be judged as an enemy of the people. He said that it was the magician who brought it all about and that he deserved to be damned. He didn't explain why, but many people believed it. Many people believed everything that Raha said, even though what people saw with their own eyes was enough to show that what he said was unbelievable. ”

"Magicians are constantly threatened, and they are legally forbidden to use magic. They know that sooner or later they will be forced to use magic against people. They may have made mistakes in the past that have disappointed their teachers. But the most important thing is that they are taught to protect humanity and not to bring any harm to humanity. They have made the most selfless dedication to humanity, and they have given their precious lives to stop Daken Raha. I think their teachers would be proud of that. ”

(End of chapter)