Of course, that's not to say.

There are only two spellcaster classes on the continent: wizard and priest.

In fact, although a lot of knowledge has been widely spread throughout the long years, many ancient peoples still inherit their own special culture and technology.

Like what.

The thaumaturgy of the ancient Vaal people on the Wraeclast continent, the steam engine technology of the Azmeris people, the magic rune technology of the Azmai people, the alchemy of the Maraketh people, the soul and divination spells of the Karui people, etc.

In ancient times, there were some precious secret techniques that were only passed down in some closed circles.

Until 800 years ago.

It was only after the theocratic battles that followed the fall of the Eternal Empire that the cultural boundaries of the various nations and nationalities in Wraeclast were broken, and they began to truly blend.

Like the planet, driven by a group of vested interests.

The ideology of advocating the predominance of the state has gradually replaced the ideology of the predominance of the nation.

What's more.

With the development of steamships and nautical technology.

With the sturdiness and stability of the ironclad steamship, people were able to hedge westward against the air currents of the surrounding climate zone, forming an isolation zone of marine tropical storms.

It also crossed the coastal waters of the Palmers continent, and was affected by the giant volcano "Puhattu", forming a large "sea of misty clouds" on the sea surface around Wraeclast.

Finally arrived at the continent of Palmers, which was hundreds of times larger.

This was the case with several small countries in Wraeclast.

Originally.

The outside world has a more complete wizarding heritage and an incomparably vast civilization country, which makes Wraeclast actively integrate with the vast civilizations of other continents.

"Of course not. ”

Knight Fidelitas replied calmly, "He is a very powerful shaman, and he only moved to us a few months ago. And he's a very good doctor. Many of our barons have been treated by the Master, and have taught me and my soldiers some battlefield first aid and osteopathy. ”

Naturally, he blurted out later, "Actually, the master brought a tribe of Karui to join the territory... Forehead ......"

But I'm halfway there.

The knight seemed to sense some concern, and began to keep silent.

As for some of the topics that Giles said next, he was no longer interested in what he had seen and heard.

Giles knew in his heart that it was obvious that the inside story of some things was involved, and I was afraid that it would be inconvenient to reveal it to an outsider like him.

......

After returning to the barony.

Fast on, another half a month passed.

Last night.

Under the effect of the anesthetic, she was still sleeping in a daze, and Sigrid faintly felt some itching on the skin of her right calf.

It seems as if someone is stroking slightly, or a bug is moving on their own skin.

However, this slight feeling disappeared after a while, and she continued to sleep peacefully until the sun hit her face, and then she woke up naturally.

When you open your eyes.

She found herself in a room that was mostly white.

In fact, after being redeemed by that shaman.

In the past half a month, she has been here to cooperate with the other party's "postoperative recovery treatment".

This room is extremely simple.

White sheets, white curtains, white walls.

Except for a screen with a red cross on it, there is only a beige marble floor, which is not completely white.

air.

There was a slightly pungent smell of cold disinfectant potion.

After the effect of the anesthetic had worn off, Higri lifted the snow-white sheets herself, got off the operating table, and tried to turn her hands and feet.

Yes?!

The joints of his hands and feet, which were deliberately discarded by traffickers because of the use of force to escape and resist, have been connected by the shaman's "surgery".

The pain caused by being resold and abused for many years is gone!

The severe pain that has tormented me for more than three years, making me unable to survive or die is gone!

Sigri, who had served as the captain of the palace guard, sobbed in surprise.

"The gods are above!"

"I'm finally out of that damned fate, I don't know what happened to Princess Yawenting after I was captured!"

"At that time, after the palace was breached, the sisters of the princess's guards were also killed in battle, and those who fled fled. There are still those who are still alive, and it is estimated that after the fall of the royal capital, most of them were reduced to slavery like me and sold to various continents. ”

She sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, her eyes looking out the window where the morning light was shining through.

There.

In addition to some sparse trees, you can also see the even more towering noble castle on the high slope of the hill, and the place where you are should be a quiet stone villa in the woods on the mountainside.

Then.

From behind him, there was the sound of footsteps from far to near.

The previous footsteps were more flirtatious, and it should have been a thin man or a woman.

The other footsteps are obviously heavier, this footstep is very rhythmic, there is no obvious difference between light and heavy, not so casual as ordinary people, only people who are very self-disciplined in life will care so much about these details.

Really.

The door was pushed open, and a lean young man of his age and weak crown walked in, followed by the tall middle-aged shaman.

This is the time of his daily routine rounds of the ward and examination of his condition.

Shaman Chen asked her to put her arm on the cloth cushion as usual, and then stroked her short beard with one hand, sat on the edge of the bed and began to quietly call her pulse.

The young man held in both hands a stone pot that resembled a decoction, and in it was supposed to be the new green porridge.

The stone pot was placed on the small table next to the bed.

It bubbled hot and fragrant, and was scooped into two small bowls, one of which lay flat on the folding table at the head of Sigley's bed.

Siggley noticed the other's eyes, which were restlessly spinning, and kept glancing involuntarily at her smooth wheat-colored calves that showed her sheets, which made her a little suspicious of the other person's behavior.

But before she could think of any connection, her hungry stomach rumbled at the smell of meat porridge.

The rich aroma of meat seems to penetrate through one's internal organs and internal organs, and it also has a fresh plant taste.

It's really fragrant!

"Drink, although the tendons of your hands and feet have been connected by me, and the wounds have been healed with healing spells, you still need to rest more, and the tendons and veins can't be too hard for the time being, otherwise they may be misaligned for a long time. ”

Chen Xuyuan seemed to notice something, directly ended the diagnosis, and said a little considerate and gentle.

And then.

He also took another bowl of medicinal porridge handed to him by the young man, and then pulled a four-corner wooden stool and sat on the edge of the bed.

Chen Xuyuan himself tasted two mouthfuls first: "This meat porridge is added with some mild blood-tonifying herbs commonly used by our Kalu people, because your body has been weak for a long time and needs to recuperate, this herb can strengthen your body's self-recovery ability, and there will be no side effects of those tiger and wolf medicines and spell treatments." ”

After speaking.

He took care of himself seriously and dealt with the bowl of porridge in his hand.