A small room in the southwest corner of the castle, with a low wooden door that had to be bent down to enter, could reveal a series of herbs and exotic flowers hanging from the stone walls, and in the center of the room were many jars and jars, among which there were living creatures such as toads wriggling, a sharp knife on a small cutting board on the wooden table, and a very evenly cut root.

"Goo, goo." Miss Shirley, the former priestess, was beside the fireplace, adding some herbs to the tongs pot, which was filled with foam and bitterness.

"Squeak~~~." Suddenly the door opened, and Arrod's chamberlain walked in with little Sean, he sniffled and frowned slightly, when the Viking warriors attacked from the sea, he was wounded and sent to this small room for some treatment, and was forced by Miss Shirley to pour this terrible smell of herbs every day, so once he smelled it, he instinctively felt sick to his stomach.

"Little Sean?" Miss Shirley, who was dressed in a long white dress, stood up and looked at him curiously, wondering why little Shaun, who was serving Arrod, was here at this time.

"Miss Shirley, Lord Lord, please." Little Sean said to Miss Shirley.

"Lord Count?" Miss Shirley was slightly surprised to hear this, but she immediately picked up the small wooden box in the corner, which was made of sturdy cedar and carved with many Lomwa religious motifs, but for Shirley it was just a box for medicine.

"No, you don't have to take that." Little Sean stretched out his hand to stop Miss Shirley, he knew that Arrhode called Miss Shirley definitely not to save someone, and his real identity was an assassin of the Assassin's Guild, and Little Shaun was very aware of Arrod's purpose, but he was also very aware of Miss Shirley's kind nature.

"Why?" Miss Shirley's sleek, porcelain-like face was filled with doubt, after being captured by Arrode. Because of her amazing knowledge of medicine and herbal medicine, Miss Shirley became a physician at Arrode's court.

"You'll find out when you go." Little Sean could not tell Miss Shirley Arrod's order in advance, and he led the suspicious Miss Shirley to Arold's room, where Arrod, the lord of Mecklenburg, was waiting.

"Honorable Earl, is there anything I can do to help?" Miss Shirley saw Arrod standing at the window, dressed in a noble robe. Hurriedly saluted Arrod.

"Miss Shirley, I have always wanted to thank you for treating many of my soldiers and friends since you became a physician." Arjod turned his back to the light of the window, and he exclaimed in praise of Miss Shirley.

"Every believer who believes in the goddess of life will do it." Miss Shirley humbly said to Arold that there are many branches of their sect, although most of the Lomwa religions rely on blood sacrifices to show the power of the gods, but there are also sects that love life and nature, and Miss Shirley is one of the sacrifices that believe in the goddess of earth and life. They have a unique way of healing sickness and wounds, but each priest swears to the gods that they will never harm life with their knowledge.

"Well, but now I have a small matter that I need your help with." Arold walked to the wooden table where he wrote the essay, stretched out his right hand and gently tapped the wooden table with the joint of his index finger, looking at the sacrifice in front of him in a white dress, Arrod's request may be excessive, but for the sake of his own revenge, he can't care much about it.

"Tell the Earl." Miss Shirley looked at Arrod in front of her suspiciously. This was not the decisive count she remembered when Mecklenburg was captured. Killing the Slavic nobles who refused to convert or surrender overnight, Arold didn't even blink an eye.

"So, do you have an herb that can make a person feel weak and drowsy, like a dying old man, but it will never hurt his life?" As if he had made up his mind, Arrod slammed on the wooden table in front of him. Then he said to Miss Shirley.

"Makes a man as weak as an old man? Poison~~. Miss Shirley finally understood after listening to it for a long time, wasn't what Arold was talking about poison? I couldn't help but cry out, for the followers of the goddess of life instinctively resist this kind of thing, although it is extremely easy for them to make poison, but no one who is a devout believer will go against the teachings of the goddess.

"Ugh. Sort of. In fact, Arod doesn't want to hand over this kind of dirty thing to Shirley, but the poison in his hand is only Shi Shen, who kills people, and can kill or even paralyze people, but in order to accurately make a person like a walking corpse, this requires the poison technology to be brought into play as the top of art, and the difference between more points and less points is something that laymen will never be able to figure out.

"I am a follower of the goddess of life, and it is against my faith to harm life with poison." Miss Shirley immediately and sternly refused.

"Faith? Do not forget who it is because of whom you and your followers can live in peace in this land where the Gospel of the Lord is preached, and every time the moon is full, the pagan practices of you and your followers have attracted the attention of the Monks, and their petition for the Inquisition is still with me. Arold sneered, and he walked to the cabinet in the room, and reached out and pulled out a roll of parchment, on which was the stamp of the Order of St. Jom.

"I, we are just a memorial to the goddess of the earth who has harmed no one, and all things have grown and lived with the gift of this mother." Miss Shirley's cheeks were rosy, her slightly infantile face flushed with anger and fear, Arold's threat was deadly, and the followers of Shirley were Slavs who had lived in Mecklenburg for generations, and would be homeless and homeless if they were evicted.

"Oh, then you should defend the monks and priests and see if they will be sympathetic?" Arold smiled and folded her arms, looking at the extremely stubborn priestess in front of her, Shirley became silent after listening to Arold's words, she knew very well that the Catholic Church was ruthless, there was no tolerance in the face of what they considered heretical beliefs, and burning at the stake was the best way to purify the souls of pagans.

"It is said that there are some mushrooms in the forest that have special effects, and you should check them out." Arold said to Shirley, and ordered the eviction.

"Yes, Lord Count." Shirley turned around with a slight frown, and just as she was about to leave, she remembered Arold's voice behind her, which made her figure pause.

"I have a team of fifty soldiers training and hunting near the village of Oulu." Arold said to Shirley that the area near the village of Oulu was the area where Shirley had spread her faith, just like the diocese of a Catholic bishop, and that the people there still respected Miss Shirley very much in private, and Arold said that his soldiers were stationed nearby, and the implication of Arrold's words was that he didn't want to take your followers to try to escape.

When Miss Shirley walked out of Arrod's room, she only felt that her legs were weak, and she even had to hold on to the cold wall when she walked out the door, and at this moment a pair of strong hands were holding her arms, and when Miss Shirley turned around, she saw little Sean looking at her with concern.

"You're alright, Miss Shirley."

"No, I'm fine." Miss Shirley reluctantly smiled at little Sean, but the smile was so reluctant, as if a person was trying to control himself from crying.

"Don't disobey the Earl's orders, just do your job, and leave the rest to the gods." Little Sean said with relief.

"I understand." Miss Shirley glanced at little Sean gratefully, Arrod's authority was undeniable, and Miss Shirley, who was about the same as a hostage, really had no choice.

In the early morning of the next day, Miss Shirley put on her cloak and hood, carried a basket and walked out of Mecklenburg towards the forest, and little Sean, who had watched Shirley according to Arrod's orders, watched the back of the beautiful priestess, turned to Arold's door, and reported Miss Shirley's movements to the ruler of Mecklenburg.

"Very well, you continue to monitor, be sure to let her complete her mission." Arold's voice passed through the wooden door and ordered to little Sean.

"Yes, Lord Count." Little Sean hurriedly agreed, and then left, he hadn't received a new order from the Assassins' Guild for a long time, sometimes he almost forgot his true identity, he really thought that he was the squire of the Earl of Mecklenburg, and becoming a nobleman's squire was something he couldn't have imagined before, his sister Thin Chai Bonnie also became a maid working beside Princess Josie, even a low-level maid is an extremely honorable thing, How happy would have been their poor lamenter's mother, who soaked her fingers in the basin of water every day, if she had seen this.

The forest is full of all kinds of plants and mushrooms, only those who really know the knowledge of medicinal herbs can distinguish which ones are beneficial herbs and those are harmful poisons, Miss Shirley walked through the forest with the basket in her hand, her eyes did not look among the trees and mushrooms, but looked around vigilantly, and suddenly a figure flashed between a bush, the person was wrapped in a gray cloak, and it looked very hidden in the mist.

"Miss Shirley, I've been waiting here as soon as I saw your code hanging at the window." (To be continued......)