It was cold on the ground, and Barrett had to sit back on the bed, forced to wait patiently.

He didn't dare to use the happiness of the second half of his life to challenge some side effects that the potion might imply, this was not a good deal, even if it was just a joke from the other party.

Outside the window, a middle-aged woman is shouting to the young girl who is stirring the milk, telling the girl to stir up and down vigorously to separate the butter from the milk.

The girl, rubbing her slender arms alternately, complained that she was already pushing hard, and said that she wanted to change the butter churning job to milking cows.

The mere wait was a bit boring, and Barrett eavesdropped on two women in the corral about the construction of the job, and saw a vendor selling strawberries and apricots in a cart shouting and drifting away, and found a group of children with branches in their hands jostling past the window.

The children let out a childish but piercing laugh, gathered together like sparrows, and then ran away in a swarm.

The sloppy little boy who ran at the end of the race inadvertently looked up to find Barrett, and the brute immediately tugged at the corners of his mouth, showing a self-righteous smile to the little boy.

But the little boy did not appreciate it, and he was so frightened by Barriet's head poking out of the window that he did not dare to move. After a few heartbeats, the little boy recovered from the shock. Then, he sniffed a few times, his dirty little face crumpled, and he cried out with a 'wow'. And while crying, he ran into the distance.

This...... Our brute adventurer was a little embarrassed, shrank his head back from the window, and turned his attention back to the house.

The facilities in the house are simple and monotonous, and there is nothing worth noting. But when Barrett boredly skimmed over the children's graffiti on the wall again, the content of the graffiti inadvertently caught his attention.

Barrett slowly got out of bed and walked slowly to the wall, carefully observing.

The leftmost figure of the graffiti is a simple figure drawn with charcoal. The villain has no facial features, and under the round head, the body and limbs are simply outlined with lines.

There is an arrow-like sign to the right of the villain, pointing to the next pattern, a humanoid monster on all fours, with fangs and claws. There is an arrow to the right of the monster, which points to a group of monsters that look similar to the previous pattern.

Further to the right, there are many more arrows, each pointing to a different content. Some monsters are holding on to upright figures, some are pounced on cows that have fallen to the ground, and some monsters are holding poultry that can't tell whether it's a chicken or a duck......

Whether it's a character, a monster, or a livestock, it's all sketched in a few simple strokes. Although the painting is very rough, if you look closely, you can still feel a special expressiveness.

The monsters painted on the walls made Barrett feel faintly familiar. Like what? He frowned and pondered in his mind. At this time, a monster that he had just come into contact with for a short time suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ghoul!!

Barrity's eyes widened, and he shuddered involuntarily, not knowing if it was because of the coldness coming from the soles of his feet, or because of this ridiculous answer.

No, I must be overly careful!, Barrett patted his forehead, shaking his head and laughing. And threw a vague thought out of his mind.

"What are you doing?" the figure of the female healer appeared through the door again, walking towards him with a pile of equipment in her hand.

The woman threw the pile of gear on the bed next to Barrett, "Your stuff is here, see if it's missing." If I come back later, I won't admit it. ”

Barrett looked at his gear the same, the 'Iron Bride', petrified cowhide leather armor, dragon leather boots, busts, 'resting place', magical trinkets from Alvin's mage......

"Where's my ring?" he said, a little angry.

"I thought you forgot. The woman stretched out her right hand, and her slender but somewhat rough fingers spread out one by one, and the 'Song of Saran' lay in the palm of her hand.

How could it be forgotten! Barrett snatched the ring, put it on the middle finger of his left hand, and used his mental power to briefly check the items in the space ring, and it seemed that nothing was missing. But in fact, he couldn't remember exactly what was in the ring.

"Don't worry, I haven't touched the contents inside. The woman smiled and said, "Unless you die at the end." She added in a whisper.

Then why are you saving me? Barrett couldn't understand the woman in front of him.

No, it should be said that all the women Barrett came into contact with, no matter how old they were, whether they were alive or not, whether they were budding virgins or lovely children among thorns, he couldn't understand them.

He didn't understand women at all.

"How much should I pay you for this treatment?" Barrett asked as he strapped his gear on, turning to the healer who was treating him.

"A total of one hundred and eighty gold coins. The healer said lightly.

"What?" Barrett stood on the spot halfway through his leather armor, "You mean eight gold coins?"

"One, hundred, eight, ten, piece. The woman spat out the numbers one by one, "One hundred and eighty round coins of pure money made of gold with the king's head on them." Don't worry, I've seen the items in your spatial ring, and there are a lot of gold coins in it, enough for you to pay. ”

That's what I've worked so hard to earn! Barrett's eyes widened in anger, this woman must be crazy! The 'drunken Morin' of the Bay of Pigs can disemboweled the adventurer's serious wounds with a few gold coins. Of course, it has to be when he is still relatively sober and his eyes are not ghosted.

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Barrett shouted.

"I'm doing that. The woman said calmly.

"You ......"

"Shhhh ”

“......”

I'll have to find a reliable mage in the future and put a lock on this spatial ring, otherwise any magic apprentice will know what's inside.

"You think it's a bit high? But it's not. The female healer jumped on the bed across from her, gently swaying her calves.

"Do you know how many days you've been unconscious?" she held out two fingers, "Look at my fingers, how many are they?"

Barrett blackened his face and did not answer.

"You have no idea how bad you were when you were sent in by the city guards. It's the first time I've seen someone with a fever like yours, and I can't even guarantee that you'll wake up again. "I suspect you were weak before that, as I found traces of shadow energy invading your body. Shadow, darkness, negative energy, it has many names, in short, you should have been surrounded by this energy before, but fortunately it has not reached the point of no return. ”

"But......" Barrett looked at the magic trinket that Mage Alvin had given him.

The woman noticed his movements, "You think this magic trinket will protect you?" she pointed to the magic trinket that Mage Alvin had given Barrett, "I've studied everything on you......"

Why can you take such despicable behavior for granted?

"This crudely crafted magic trinket does have that effect. "However, the excess load has exceeded the limit of what this ornament can carry, and the thing has failed." ”

Barrett thought about that moonless night in the town.

"Now you know, I have been taking care of you for the past two days to bring you back from the brink of death. The herbs and magic materials used in this are worth a lot of money, just like the kind of herbs you drank before, and a bottle costs fifty. ”

It's not a magic potion at all, it's up to you to talk nonsense anyway, "What if, I don't have that much money?" Barrett asked.

"It depends on whether you end up alive or dead. "If you're alive, then it's troublesome, go to the adventurer's guild and sign a contract, and the reward for your quest will go directly to me until the arrears are settled, and if you're dead, it's much easier, I'll stick the crow's feathers outside the door, and the next day, the corpse broker will come to the door and buy your body." You know, there are corpse brokers in every city, don't ask them what they buy corpses for, that's the rule. ”

"Oh, yes. The woman continued, "I'll see if there's anything more valuable in you before that." For example, teeth, a good-looking tooth can also be sold for some money, after all, those old nobles will need dental implants one day, and ......"

"It looks like you're always going to get what you put in and you get it back, whether the patients you're treating are dead or alive. Barrett said in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, sometimes the dead are worth even more than the living, and you fall into that category. The woman wasn't embarrassed by Barrett's sarcasm, "After all, you're not from Shamrock City, and if you die, all your things will probably belong to me." However, I still tried very hard to save you, the so-called 'healer's kindness', I think it should be like me. "The woman's face is full of self-affirmation and pride.

Barrett wanted to refute, but suddenly didn't know what to say. For this woman's inexplicable calmness (or cheekiness, too), his proud bargaining skills are so insignificant.

Forget it, one hundred and eighty gold for a life is still a good deal, Barrett comforted himself, and obediently presented a large bag of heavy gold coins from the space ring.

The woman took the gold coin and narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Okay, the sequelae of the herb should have passed." If there is anything uncomfortable in the future, please feel free to come back to me. If you don't know the way, you can easily find this place by asking someone who is called Theresa. ”

"I won't ...... anymore Later. Barrett didn't want to say too much about it, and it wasn't a bad thing for them to know more healers in their business, even though the cost of this guy's treatment was so expensive that people wanted to die.

After packing up the equipment, just as Barrett got up to leave, he accidentally saw graffiti on the wall out of the corner of his eye. Somehow, his heart was a little uncomfortable.

"Who drew these patterns?" Barrett asked.

"This?" 'Simon''s grandson drew a message when he came to see a doctor some time ago. The woman said with some dissatisfaction, "That kid is deeply influenced by that strange old man of Simon, and it is really rude to draw these inexplicable patterns everywhere." ”

"Weird old man?"

"Well, the old man always says things that people don't understand, and he doesn't pay generously at all. The woman pursed her lips, "The last time Simon sent his grandson here, he repeatedly nagged me something inexplicable. ”

"What did he say?"

"Let me think about it. "The woman weighed the gold coins and recalled," he said, 'No matter how much time has passed, the royal capital next to Deathknell will not escape its rightful fate.' ”

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