"Apologies again, Regis."

As he spoke, Lane led Popai behind Regis and walked through the large number of tombstones.

"But I have to say, the presence of a barber in this necropolis was a bit more than I expected."

At this time, the full moon had risen high in the sky, and the mist, which had been illuminated by the light of the setting sun, had now turned into a cool white.

Popai was stimulated by the smell of sage on Regis's body, and now he was a little resistant to following. So Lan En could only struggle with his mount.

He didn't want to use the [Oxysepha's Seal] at this time. Again, the aura of magic can frighten nine out of nine people in this world.

"Aren't you afraid of ghouls, or tomb banshees, or whatever? Those things are very fond of the cemetery. ”

Lan En asked curiously.

Although Regis dressed like a country tax collector, his unhurried tone and refined grammar resembled a historic aristocratic background.

"Don't worry about that, sir. The cemetery is over 500 years old, and ghouls and tomb banshees are never picky eaters, but they also eat meat, and a pile of bones that have been sitting for more than 500 years can't attract them. So there are countless tombstones here, but there are no monsters. ”

"Oh." Lan En smiled slightly awkwardly. "I'm really not familiar with this place."

In fact, he should have been able to smell if there were any scavenging monsters in the vicinity when he first entered the cemetery.

But the herb smell on Regis was too strange and too strong.

I don't want to smell anything else around him.

At first, Lane thought that the smell of herbs on his body was probably to mask the stench of the corpses on his body.

The witcher thought the barber was a pioneer in that kind of industry.

In the age of medical obscurantism, the profession of a physician was often held by a barber.

Because they also use knives to cut people, but they don't make people unable to get up like butchers. This art of playing with knives was the basis for them to be widely recognized as physicians.

And in the pursuit of human medicine, there is always an object of experimentation and learning, that is, the corpse.

In London and Paris, where Lane was home to the early days of the world, most of the stolen goods from the robberies would be sold to these barbers for research.

But when he got to the cemetery, Lane immediately realized that this was indeed just as Regis said: it had been a cemetery for more than 500 years.

There is no fresh human tissue in these cemeteries, only a large number of white bones.

Human tissue culture has begun in the Academy of Magic, while normal folk medicine is still searching for corpses. The fragmentation of this world is evident.

The two of them quickly walked through the cemetery and came to a small cabin.

Regis said politely as he opened the door.

"Please come in, it's not a big place, but at least you can spend the night without having the sky above your head. There is a spring next to it, and there is a stove in the house, so you can eat something hot. Need me to order dinner? ”

"No, don't bother. I brought dry food, and I just had hot water. ”

Lane thanked Regis for his enthusiasm before bowing his head and entering the room.

The interior of the hut was dimly lit, with a warm, intoxicating aroma that tickled the nose – mainly from the bundles of herbs and plant roots that hung on the four walls. The room contained modest furniture, including a simple cot also filled with herbs, and an old table with countless glassware, pottery, and porcelain vases.

A strange round-bellied stove shaped like a bloated hourglass burns coals, and the room is illuminated by a faint glow. The stove is surrounded by cobweb-like staggered, shiny, and large glass tubes that bend in shapes into arcs and spirals. A wooden bucket was placed under one of the glass tubes, and some kind of liquid was dripping into the barrel.

Although the shape had changed, Lan En's knowledge still allowed him to recognize at first glance what the combination of glass instruments in front of him was.

"The soaking furnace, the still, the condenser tube, this is what you custom-ordered?"

Lan En looked at it with interest.

In this era, there was no international standard for what the glassware in the experiment should look like, and it was all up to the user to communicate with the glassmaker and get the equipment he wanted.

Inconsistencies are a matter of course.

"Of course." Emile Regis humbly admits, "My job includes making elixirs, so I have to distill the mandela root and extract the fifth element from it." ”

"Wow." The young man couldn't help but nodded, "This kind of work is too skilled for a barber, and the business where you open your shop must be good." ”

"My shop is in Dillingen." Regis simply said that his voice had a calm, quiet magnetism.

"It's a good business, but I know exactly what makes it work, so I spend a few months a year collecting mandragans at the Finn Kahn Necropolis."

Regis explained why he had a place to stay next to the necropolis.

For the first time, Lane learned that the name of the place was Finn Kahn.

The name sounds like it comes from the Elfish language, so it's clear who is buried here.

When humans came to this world, they set off many massacres.

"Can I.?" Lan En pointed to the small stove under the still, and asked tentatively.

"Ah, of course, please. It doesn't have to be heated all the time. ”

Regis hurriedly said. As he said, he, as the owner of the hut, also took the initiative to help Rann remove the small stove.

So the witcher was able to keep up with his own hot meal.

Regis gave him an iron pot, and Rann scooped a pot of water from the spring next to the house.

Then put your own special dry food in water, put it on the stove, and wait for the hard lumps containing ceramic compounds to soften into porridge.

Regis seems to be a very hospitable man, and not only does he work with Ranne, but he also refuels his furnace.

"Whew, as you can see." After the two of them were busy, Regis sighed and sat on the ground with his hands spread.

"My own bed has been given herbs, and I usually sleep on the floor. You don't mind if the room you sleep in is full of medicinal herbs, do you? ”

"No, what more could a person who went out have a sheltered house from the wind? Thanks again for having me, Regis. ”

"You're welcome, if you turn a blind eye to those who need help when you go out, you deserve to be thundered."

The flame in the furnace is the only source of light in this room.

And when the pot of boiling water pressed against the stove, the light and shadow of the flame flickered and dimmed.

Lan En was fiddling with the iron pot, but as if he had been cut by the gap caused by the poor preservation of the iron pot, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Regis's eyes flashed: "Ah, please be careful, this pot is not a short year, except for the bottom of the pot, it is probably broken." Do you need a bandage? ”

With that, Regis was about to get up and go over.

But Lan waved his hand.

Blood spilled on the ground with a wave of his hand, and a few bright red dots appeared.

"No, it's nothing, Regis. I want to know one more thing than this little mouth."

"What?"

Regis's eyes sparkled and lowered in the inquiry.

Lan En whispered his question, "How long has it been since you sucked blood?" ”

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