Leah is a relatively short shrine maiden.

She had beautiful purple eyes, curly lilac hair, a wide black robe that covered her petite body, and a wizard's hat that covered her delicate face.

"Leah is a goddess from the gods."

"No, I'm just a shrine maiden."

When she first arrived, she was almost surrounded and burned to death by the villagers, because witches were not accepted.

But she's a shrine maiden.

The kind that can mix medicine.

……

It's time to collect medicine again, Leah stood in front of the shelf and thought carefully for a while and then picked out a few bottles of medicine that are beneficial to the wound, probably like applying medicine to the wound, but these are all oral, pull out the stopper and sniff, the familiar bitter smell of medicine floated out, although she was used to it, she still slightly disgusted, plugged the bottle with a wooden cork, she reached out and gently brushed off the non-existent dust on the hem of her clothes, just like that, she carried the medicine bottle and pushed open the door, and the sunlight spilled into the dusty room behind her, Pull the wizard's hat hanging on the side and buckle it on his head, and when he goes out, he pulls the door open and locks it with the key and leaves.

This room isn't accessible to anyone.

Leah walked aimlessly on the street with a few bottles of medicine, stopped and looked at a flower shop past a flower shop, remembered the flower she had seen in the forest before, walked towards the forest, followed the familiar path, but couldn't find the flower, who took it?

I vaguely smelled a faint smell of blood from the grass next to me.

If memory serves, this flower has a healing effect.

Leah frowned slightly, this kind of flower is precious, the market is expensive, and there are not a few in the forest, I just hope it can be good.

Gently pushing through the bushes, inside was a little boy in shabby clothes, his black hair was covered with mud, probably from wrestling or something, his legs, knees and elbows were scratched, and blood was constantly spilling out.

Leah furrowed her good-looking willow brows and spoke softly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have used such a precious medicine to wipe a wound that heals over time."

No sympathy.

In the middle of the night, the boy sitting on the ground with a flower in his hand replied in a whisper.

"Hurt ......"

Leah hesitated, then handed one of the vials she was carrying to the boy in front of her, telling him to apply the ointment to his wound in exchange for the flower—and to let him go home with her.

Useless overflow of sympathy, what a nasty.

The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, and after applying the ointment, he tightened the hem of his clothes with his fingertips and whispered to the tall-looking girl in front of him.

"I'm dirty......"

"You're not dirty."

I don't care about it, I usually step on a muddy path, and my tone of nonchalance has something different in it.

"I'll wash it for you if it's dirty."

Of course, it refers to the kind that is thrown into the basin and rubbed clean, and it is more likely that in addition to taking care of himself, he will only concoct medical potions, after all, most of the time is spent on poisons, and Leah will never waste time doing other things.

Including taking care of yourself.

The road is not long, and it will be a moment to the door - Leah suddenly remembered that she had not cleaned the house and suddenly froze in place, and the action of pulling out the key followed.

"What's wrong?"

Behind him came the young man's puzzled voice.

"Ah, what's your name?"

After only a moment's hesitation, Leah opened the door, and the dust in the room was blown everywhere by the wind, choking people's eyes and nose because she pushed it open so quickly.

"Ahem, ahem...... Clarke...... Eli Clarke, my name. ”

"Clark? Eli, I'll call you that. ”