After a while, the group of women found the only alchemist and part-time physician in the local village, and she was a woman. This is very unusual on this continent, because few women in this profession will become an alchemist, because every day dealing with alchemy, engaged in alchemy research, will encounter all kinds of accidents, including but not limited to disfigurement, death, and even the explosion caused by the wrong alchemy formula and die without a body, but what is even more amazing is that this female alchemist also worked part-time as a doctor in the previous village until the arrival of Masay.

Masayir greeted her with a smile when she arrived, and the female alchemist glanced at him and said, "None of the men can leave, leave it to me here." The women burst out laughing, and then left the treatment room and walked out of the church. Masayar pondered for a moment, then fell silent, pinched the little mustache on his chin with his hand, and then, as if thinking of something, walked out of the infirmary. But he sat down on the steps of the church, and thought, "Haven't I provoked her?" Why?

After thinking for about half an hour, the blacksmith of the village came out of the tavern with a flask in his hand, and stood on the edge of the tavern door opposite the church. Let's have a drink together, and you'll figure it all out! Hearing the blacksmith's words, Masayr also laughed: "Maybe you are right, throw your flask over, I must wait at the door, maybe the inside wait will let me help." But before he could pick up the flask and drink, he heard the cry of "Whoa, whoa, whoa", and when he heard the voice, he hurriedly took a sip and hurriedly turned around and ran into the church, where he waited at the door of the treatment room. The female alchemist came out with a child wrapped in cotton cloth in both hands, and the child was still crying at this time, and when she saw the wine jug in Masayer's hand, her face suddenly became ugly, as if she was afraid of scaring the child in her hand, and said calmly: "Throw away the wine jug in your hand!" ”

Masayer seemed to know that this was not good, so he casually threw the wine jug to the side, then took the child with both hands, and just looked at the female alchemist, he found that she turned around and entered the treatment room, and the voice came: "You not only used healing to help Shalina relieve pain, but also used hypnosis?!" I'll help her clean up, you go and coax the child, and then go buy some goat's milk for the child to drink after she falls asleep, and Salina doesn't know why there may be no milk. ”

Masael looked down at the newborn child, a little overwhelmed, feeling a new life in his hands, the birth of a new life, which means the birth of another picture that embellishes the infinite beauty of the world, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head and walked out of the church. At this time, the blacksmith also happened to be at the door of the church, watching Masayer come out with the child, and just wanted to laugh and speak but was silenced by Masayir, and the person suddenly became a little confused, and then heard Massaire: "Otto, you are too loud, I am afraid that you will wake up this little cutie." After speaking, he untied the silence technique.

The blacksmith also stepped forward to look at it, and put on a look that I didn't understand, but I was shocked, and then looked at Masayir and said, "You say this fleshy thing is a cutie?" Masaire glanced at Otto, and then went north to the village chief's house, for only the village chief would like to drink pure goat's milk, and most of the sheep keepers in the village were merchants who liked to buy sheep's heads directly here, or to make air-dried mutton, and sell it in the city where they would go in a day's time in a horse-drawn carriage to the west. The village chief's house was a small two-storey building located on the highest dirt slope in the northern part of the village, near the river, where the roofs of most of the village could be seen, although not very high, and as a result stood a bell tower with a large bell that could be minted with a mallet.

With the child in his right hand, Masayer came to the chief's house and knocked on the door, but after a while he found that no one answered, but the door was not locked, so he pushed open the door and went in, and saw the chief's son lying drunkenly on the table in the hall snoring. He shook his head, then walked straight to the kitchen inside, searched for a moment, and found a large jar of white liquid on the stove, emitting the pure smell of milk. Just when the toddler woke up, Masayle looked at him as if he was about to cry, he had not taken the newborn child, so he didn't think about using the spoon in the jar, scooped it out, poured it into the clean small wooden bowl next to it, and then put down the spoon, picked up the small wooden bowl and put it to the child's mouth, and fed it. The wonder that the toddler wanted to cry suddenly became as if he had discovered something very novel, and he drank it with a grunt.

At this time, the village chief came back from outside, went in and looked at his son who was drunk lying on the table, sighed, and then went around the table and entered the kitchen, and saw Masayle feeding the child with a spoon, and then turned to look at the jar on the kitchen stove with doubts, and suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute! Marcaire, don't keep feeding! ”······