Kenny felt like his head was being beaten by a big drum, or pierced by countless thin needles, as if a tendon had been tightened, and it seemed to break at any moment, and the unbearable pain made him sit down on the clammy moss. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He covered his head and began to roll, his mouth kept letting out a hoarse wail, his expression changing from helplessness to pain, then to hideousness, and finally to despair, those wails passed through the countless gaps between the leaves of light and shadow, and looked especially terrible in the gray jungle.

He felt that his eyes began to darken, and then countless images flashed, accompanied by the three extremely unfamiliar words, constantly changing in his mind, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.

"Chew it up!!"

A voice appeared in my ears. Kenny felt someone stuff something cold into his mouth, and he began to chew, an indescribable bitterness blooming on his taste buds, and then it became more and more bitter, more and more astringent, and he felt as if he was chewing a piece of moldy, sour beeswax, which stuck to his gums and tongue, and was extremely disgusting.

After a while, the headache gradually lessened, and he leaned against the boulder, his mouth full of bitterness, and his eyes glazed, as if he had a serious illness.

"Are you better?!" said Flynn Sr., crouching to the side, his tone concerned.

"Thank you....." he gasped in a near-inaudible voice, "what did you feed me just now?"

"The feces of a poisonous insect. Old Flynn reached out to prop his eyelids open, "And the roots of the bitter stem flowers, they are mixed together to be calming, but they don't taste very good." She withdrew her hand, "Don't worry, it's all right." ”

"I felt like someone slit open my head and pulled out a nerve. Kenny tried to pat his head, and the headache relieved.

"Knight, what did you just remember?" said Old Flynn to his feet, placing a handkerchief wrapped in medicinal herbs back into the wicker basket.

"A lot of images flashed in front of me, but they were blurry and I couldn't see what was going on. He stood up against the edge of the wall behind him.

"I'm guessing you've heard of it before, or seen dragons don't eat. Flynn Sr. turned to look at him, "It stirs up one of your memory nerves, but amnesia makes you can't remember where you've seen it, so it's causing headaches." ”

"Perhaps!" Kenny shook his head, "what the hell is it?flower?, or the fruit of some kind of tree?"

"A grass that smells bad, but it makes you dizzy when you smell it closely. ”

"Poisonous weeds?"

"It depends on who holds it. Old Flynn patiently explained, "In the world of alchemists, there are no absolute herbs or poisonous weeds, just like the hyrig flower we have just picked, if you put its pollen into the water and heat it to a boil, and take out the layer of oil-like floats that come to the surface, when they condense, it is extremely poisonous." But on the other hand, dragons are often refined into psychedelic potions, but if they are crushed and applied directly to wounds, they are good analgesics because they can paralyze people's sensory nerves. ”

"Sounds amazing!" Kenny raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's the fundamental reason why alchemy is popular, because it's really interesting. Old Flynn smiled and looked up at the foliage sky, "Let's go back, it's not a good place for a picnic." ”

"I just heard a wolf howl, it seems to be nearby. Kenny turned his head to look behind him.

"Those who come here to collect medicine can always see the wolf's eyes behind the hazel trees, but there is something more terrible here!" said old Flynn bent down and lifted the wicker basket on the ground.

"I think wolves are more scary than lions and brown bears because they are social animals. ”

"No, I'm talking about wandering swordsmen or knights. Old Flynn said with a twitch in the corner of his eyes, "They don't dare to make trouble on the avenue, because there will be chamber knights there, so they can only retreat in the dense forest, or on some unknown country road, and do the business of blocking the road and robbing it." ”

"Then you have to pray that I don't run into them!" Kenny smiled confidently.

As the sun climbed overhead, they stepped out of the forest.

Kenny looked up the hillside at the mulberry hut from which it had been reborn, and for the first time he noticed that it was far more dilapidated than it looked up close. A flock of chickens pecked outside the courtyard, in a circular wooden fence, flanked by a row of drying racks, a sieve made of bamboo sticks, stacked with all kinds of alchemical herbs, and the tall chimney on the house was spitting white smoke.

The white dove greeted them at the door. Her silver hair was tied back in a bun with a black rope, and she wore a light-colored apron, the smell of incense overflowing from the old open door behind her.

Kenny sniffed, which he guessed was the smell of a slice of bread.

"Looks like you've had a good harvest!" said the white dove with a smile and shouted at the two of them. She seemed to have forgotten the big hole in the roof that someone had stepped on.

"It seems that you have already cooked your meal. Kenny said, "We're lucky." ”

Old Flynn handed over the wicker basket. "Of course, it tastes better than someone's chestnut pie!" the white dove took the basket and shrugged.

"Better than chestnut pie?" said Flynn Sr., disapprovingly, "I just hope that all the things in the pot are cooked!"

"Sorry, I can't wait!" Kenny sniffed.

The food on the table didn't interrupt the pleasant atmosphere, and although the plates looked rough and gaffled, the flat-cut bread and butter, combined with a large pot of steaming stew, were enough to make the trek through the jungle salivate.

For the next quarter of an hour, Kenny felt like he hadn't said a word, and he kept stuffing something into his mouth, as if he had been hungry for half a century.

The freshly baked bread was neatly cut by the white pigeon, and after buttering it with a small slice of pork or fried egg, it seemed to be brought to life, which was hearty enough in itself, but the white pigeon brought a pot of mushroom soup from the kitchen, and Kenny felt like he had never had such a hearty lunch.

After the meal, he helped the white pigeon clean up the table and wash the dishes, while old Flynn sat at the table and sorted out the medicines she had picked in the morning, sorting them and stacking them neatly on a round sieve.

"White Dove, you're a great cook!" Kenny exclaimed, standing in front of the sink and wiping the water stains off his plate with a dry cloth.

"I see. "Actually, I wanted to make dinner together, but you ate them all!"

"If he loves to eat, you can make some more. Flynn Sr. looked up and interjected.

"Pork and white flour are very expensive!" sighed the white pigeon.

"I'm sorry! it's all your fault for making them so delicious!" Kenny said with a smile turning his face to her, "Don't worry, I can go to the forest tomorrow to hunt some game, I saw a lot of hares and ducks in the forest in the morning when I was collecting medicine." ”

"You can hunt?" said the white dove, washing his dishes with his head down, his tone full of disbelief.

"Of course, that's a lot easier than fixing the roof!" Kenny laughed to himself.

"Hi kids, I feel like we're a family. Old Flynn suddenly laughed.

"yes, it's a good feeling. The white dove turned and looked up at Kenny, a smile in the corner of his eye.