The rescued man rubbed his neck, "Thank you, thank you, the kind people, the kind birds, and the ......" He looked at the little ghost in the air with curiosity, hesitated for a long time but didn't know how to describe it.

After a pause for a few seconds, the rescued man simply skipped this step, "If you hadn't acted in time, I would probably have been eaten by those terrible monsters......"

In time? No, it's mainly because your voice is loud enough.

And my wife, Irene, will be a widow. The thought of her being alone for the rest of her life pains me, or marrying Wade the toasting bread is even more difficult for me to accept. Either way, it's a terrible ending. So, you not only saved my life, but also saved my wife's tragic fate. ”

The rescued man muttered to himself, his face full of fear, and he didn't know if it was because of the green-skinned monsters or because of the cook who baked the bread.

"It's a small thing, you don't need to worry about it. Barrett said, "Any traveler in such a situation will come to the rescue." "Not necessarily," said you, why did you end up alone in this jungle?"

Barrett watched the other man's expression carefully, hoping to get some useful information from his answer.

"Oh, yes. My name is Shaun, 'Shaun Sangster' and I am an ordinary herbalist. "The rescued person introduces himself," because of my profession, I come to this jungle every week to collect herbs. To me, there are endless treasures here!"

Treasure? That's true, I happen to have one on hand right now, and it's locked, it's just that the way it appears is a little inexplicable. Barrett said in her heart.

Sean, the herbalist, took out a handful of brown, nut-like things from his satchel, "You see, the seeds of the horse chestnut tree can cure stomach pain, and they also have a very good effect on dysentery!"

Then he took out several hairy 'weeds', "Borage, this grass is also called 'grass of courage'." It suppresses pain, calms the mind, relieves anxiety, and gives courage! Of course, this last point doesn't always work. Sean said in a curt, and quietly wiped the remaining green broken leaves from the corners of his mouth.

"You're a learned herbalist, there's no doubt about it......" Barrett said.

"The master can't be called!" Sean hurriedly waved his hand, "I just know a little bit about herbs." In fact, many very effective herbs are all around us, such as the broad-leaved psyllium that can often be seen in weeds, which is very effective for hemostasis and wound healing. If you are bleeding from the injury, you can just look for a few broad-leaved plantain leaves in the grass, put it in your mouth and chew it, and apply it to the wound, if the wound is not too severe, the bleeding will soon stop. Believe me, all healing potions have psyllium in them......"

"It's great to know that. This knowledge would be useful to the adventurer, but Barrett interrupted the conversation.

He didn't want to talk too much about herbs, "It's just, I'm more interested than these things, are you going to continue gathering herbs in the jungle now, or are you going to go back?"

I wonder if your home is a town, a village, or a lair?

"Of course I'm going back!" said Sean, the herbalist, in a resolute tone, "Green herbs can cure and save people, but green-skinned monsters are meant to eat people!" In fact, I've never seen so many monsters here before, this jungle was originally quite peaceful, except for the occasional goblin and wolf, or a big hare or something, the most dangerous creature is a bear, but that's all. I've never seen a troll, let alone so many orcs!"

So, these monsters appeared temporarily because of our arrival?, Barrett thought to herself.

"Is the bunny delicious?" asked the little ghost in mid-air who suddenly floated over.

"Uh...... It's still delicious. Sean looked at the little ghost, then at Barrett, confused by the question.

Barrett motioned for the little ghost to play by himself and not disturb the conversation of the adults, and then said to Sean, "Ahem, that's right, our group has been running around in the jungle for a long time, trying to find a place to settle down and rest, I don't know if we can ......"

"Great!" Sean clapped his hands happily, "I was about to invite you to my house to show my appreciation! Besides, I'm not afraid of your jokes, after encountering such a thing, I really don't dare to walk back alone!"

......

On the way back, Barrett received a lot of useful information from Sean, the herbalist.

Sean's residence is in a village called 'Greenwick'. There are about 800 families in the village, most of whom are farmers, but there are also a number of craftsmen, such as blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, potters, etc., as well as a few hunters and his herbalist. ”

The village is under the jurisdiction of a town known as 'Ravik'. The lords of the city levied annually on the village in kind, including wheat, corn, turnips, livestock, leather, weapons, ......

Although there are many types of physical goods to be collected, the quantity is quite acceptable. And when one of the materials is insufficient, it can also be offset with other materials, which is quite reasonable.

Barrett also asks about 'Asha's Tears', but Sean, a master herbalist who is very knowledgeable in herbs, says that he has never heard of the name.

However, Shaun tells Barrett that if they want to inquire about something, it would be a good idea to go to the village and ask the village chief.

Yes, Barrett nodded inwardly, every village seemed to have such an old man who knew a lot of secrets.

There was no further fighting on the way home, and the journey was quite peaceful. The young bard even whispered a ballad about the forest, to be sure that the bag on his head did not interfere with his heavenly voice.

On the way, Barrett and his party also saw a rushing waterfall in the distance. The waterfall flows down and converges into a river, the river is wide and the river is fast, but a huge dead tree that has fallen is lying across the river, which happens to be a natural single-plank bridge.

They rounded another hill to the edge of a low cliff, and slowly followed a few thick vines to the bottom of the cliff. The jungle vanished at the bottom of the cliffs, replaced by an empty hill with only a few patches of trees.

Barrett couldn't help but admire the herbalist beside him. If nothing else, climbing up and down cliffs every week is not an easy task. Although the height of the cliff is not very high, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

Just as he was about to get more words out of Sean's mouth, Phyllis the parrot suddenly flew over his shoulder and said a word to him, "Map!"

Barrett took out the worn-out parchment map, unfolded it with both hands, and found that the map automatically showed a lot of content compared to the previous one.

A large jungle with five small dots in the area. A village labeled 'Greenwick' is not far from the crowd's path. But the town described by the herbalist is not shown on the map.

"What does that mean?" Barrett asked Phyllis the parrot. He had to admit that although this parrot was not born into an intelligent species, it could be regarded as the sharpest mind in the team.

"Means a lot. "For example, when we arrive at or learn about some places, the exact location of those places seems to be automatically marked on the map." ”

"But that town didn't. ”

"There are two possibilities. Parrot whispered on Barrett's shoulder, "First, although we know a lot about the situation in the town, we haven't come into contact with anyone or anything that is really connected to the town. ”

"Another possibility?"

"Don't forget that this is probably a mystical barrier between reality and fiction," said Parrot, "and wouldn't it be easier to have it exist only in people's minds than to actually build a town." Of course, these are just speculations. ”

Half a day later, Barrett and his party finally arrived at the village under the guidance of Sean.

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