It was a red-haired girl, with a delicate face, a delicate jaw that was often raised proudly, and a delicate nose with a little freckles. She always liked to wear a long light blue dress, no, she only had that long dress, which she wore when she ran away from home.

Was her name 'Rey'? Barrett couldn't remember exactly, he rarely called her by name. I only vaguely remember that on a cold night, her body would be warmer than the fire in the fireplace. She would sometimes lie in the crook of his arm, put her hand on his lap, and tell him stories of the devil and hell. (Refer to the Decameron)

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"Hey, tell me, who is she?" asked the woman in front of her, her eyes shining, interrupting Barrett's rambling thoughts.

"Who?"

"That name you called when you were unconscious. ”

"Oh, I don't know. He replied with a blank face.

The woman frowned dissatisfiedly, and stroked his forehead with a slightly cold palm, "The high fever has indeed subsided, why is your brain still so bad? Could it be that the pot of thick soup you have in here is really boiled?" she tapped a finger on Barrett's head.

I just don't want to answer. Barrett pulled the woman's arm away with her hand and asked suspiciously, "Are you the healer here?"

He didn't trust the healer.

The Nord healers were also used as witch doctors, a profession that was always mysterious, and liked to use all sorts of strange and disgusting things, such as the womb of a toad, the saliva of a bat, the 'eagle feathers' of virgins, etc., to create potions of unknown effect. Some people do get better after drinking the medicine, but some people will have some inexplicable problems after drinking it.

There are also healers in the Bay of Pigs, but if you add the word 'professional' in front of this class, then only one adventurer camp can be screened out.

Known as 'Morin the Drunk', the healer was skilled in treating all kinds of bites and scratches. He would be skilled at burning wounds with a special soldering iron, stitching them up with a sharp steel needle and sheep gut thread, and sealing the wound with a black gooey of his own preparation to speed up healing.

This man was skilled in his skills and excellent in medicine, but he was half-drunk and half-awake for nine and a half days out of ten. No one dares to find a 'drunken Morin' in this state to be treated, and when the red-hot soldering iron sways in front of your eyes, even the most daring adventurer will break out in a cold sweat.

Therefore, most of the adventurers in the Bay of Pigs, when they are not seriously injured, prefer to find the 'lovely people' in the thorn tent to bandage, or choose to resist with their bodies, just like Barrett.

Moreover, there are very few adventurers who are seriously injured in the Bay of Pigs, and most of them have no way to get out of the Misty Forest alive.

"Or what do you think?" said the woman in a mocking tone, "that a strange woman so beautiful has come to greet you, do you think that this is a little woman who has a crush on you?"

Looks like you're more problematic than mine!Barrett ignored the other man's last words, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, good healer." Now that I'm healed, I won't stay with you too much, I have other things to do. He got up to leave, "Oh, by the way, how much do I have to pay for this treatment?"

"Wait a minute, we'll talk about the money later. The woman pressed her hand to Barrett's chest, "I didn't tell you you're healed." Although the horrible fever has subsided, your body is still a little weak, and the injury to your lungs is not getting better. ”

"You can't heal that kind of wound. Barrett pulled the woman's arm away again.

"Whoever said it, isn't it just a little magic damage, it won't bother me at all. The woman lifted her chin, revealing her glittering neck, "It's just that it takes some time to heal." ”

Barrett looked at her haughty expression, and in a trance, the images of the two women overlapped faintly, and then one of them burst like a bubble, and the only one who remained was looking at him like a fool.

I should leave, "Time heals everything, and rightly so." "I do need this," So, for the potion of time, I'll take it on time, so I won't bother you. He jumped from the bed to the ground, but as soon as he touched the ground, there was a chill under his feet.

At this moment, Barrett found that all his leather armor, weapons, dragon leather boots, and other equipment were gone, and he was wearing only a close-fitting cotton shirt. He looked at his left hand again, and the spatial ring on it was also gone.

"Where's my gear!!" Barrett asked angrily as he stood on the ground, "my ring, my weapon, and my leather armor......"

"I've put it away. Wearing these bloated armors won't be able to treat you well. The woman's face was indifferent.

"Is that included?" he said, pointing to the middle finger of his left hand, which was supposed to have a beautiful ring on it.

"Yes, I think it's pretty beautiful, and if it's sad to lose it, I'll just help you put it away. The woman seemed to be saying something very normal, "Don't worry, if you don't hold on in the end and die, then I will return all these things to your relatives for you." Of course, if you don't have any relatives or friends, then all these things will naturally go to me to cover the cost of your treatment. There was no embarrassment on her face.

Do you take the dead man's things for yourself? No wonder you have so few patients here!," Barrett was speechless, "and now, should we return these things to their true owners?"

"There's no hurry. The woman picked up a small, curved glass bottle from the tray containing a dark green unidentified liquid, "Let's drink this bottle of herbs first." ”

"What is this?" Barrett asked, frowning.

"Herbs, didn't I say it, are you sure you have a good brain?" she tried to put her hand on Barrett's forehead again, but he dodged it.

"You deserve it?" he asked again in a skeptical tone.

"Of course, I'm pretty good. The woman replied proudly, and motioned with her eyes for Barry to drink.

The herbology of ordinary healers and the potions of magic in the alchemy system of mages are not different in nature, both of which extract useful substances from various materials and aggregate them together to have the desired effect.

It's just that the development of herbalism is very slow due to the mutual secrecy and poor communication between the various lineages. Many of the herbalists are not very effective and even contain a variety of bizarre side effects.

Potions, on the other hand, is much more sound and powerful. The mages directly used magic and alchemy circles to extract various materials, and finally condensed them into effective potions.

"What is this thing for?" Barrett was still not very reassured.

"That little bit of magic damage left in you. The woman explained, "That kind of damage is not caused by simple ice magic, it also contains a lot of shadow energy, mixed with a little bit of necromancy, so it is not easy to heal." ”

She knew quite a bit, "You don't seem to be a stranger to magic?"

"Of course, I'm not just a healer, I'm an apprentice magician. "If it weren't for the fact that I almost lost my life twice in a row in the promotion ceremony, I would have been a member of that magic tower by now!" she said with a hint of regret in her tone.

Barrett took the potion, and the liquid in the bottle did not shine with a special magical luster, which couldn't help but make him slightly disappointed. All the potions made by the mage have that sheen.

"Does it really work?"

"You don't seem to be from Shamrock. No one in this city will doubt my medical skills. "She's very confident in herself.

"You're going to give me those things back after I drink this?" Barrett wasn't too worried that the healer would harm him, and if she had that mind, she could have done it while he had passed out.

"If you drink it, I'll get it now. The woman swore by it.

The potion was slightly sweet in the mouth, with a hint of apple, and the woman seemed to have taken special care of the taste in the recipe, which was much better than the mage potions that Barrett had drunk.

A true mage doesn't work on any of these things: healing potions taste like spoiled milk with onion juice, vitality potions like mint and mud mixed with horse urine, and quick potions like a pot of soup made from fishy fish heads with some sweet cheese added to them......

Barrett finished the potion and shook the bottle at the woman in front of her.

"Wait for me, don't move, don't have too many emotional swings. The woman took the bottle and picked up the tray to leave, "After drinking this potion, you should rest quietly for a while, otherwise there will be many unexpected situations." There's a guy who, because he didn't listen to me, has, well, that's not quite right, you know what I mean. She looked between Barrity's legs, then smiled and turned away.

When he reached the door, he turned to Barrett and said, "Listen to the words of the healer!"

Damn, why didn't you just say it earlier!!

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