book of old days

Chapter 12 The Rose and the Gooseberry

Sean didn't care so much, he tried his best not to faint, and struggled to get off the hospital bed.

While getting dressed, he asked with a last glimmer of hope.

"Besides bloodletting, do you have other treatments?"

The doctor shook his head: "Anyway, I have no other better way. Even bloodletting can only temporarily delay your symptoms, but——I heard that in the far east, there is a city called Yade There is a magical blood therapy technique, they inject a special blood into the patient's body, and any disease on the patient will be cured in just a few days."

"Yade City? What is that place?"

"A remote city-state located to the east of Faris. If your condition continues to worsen and you don't want to receive conventional treatment, maybe you can try it there."

Blood therapy?It doesn't feel much safer than bloodletting.

And injecting other blood into the human body, wouldn't it produce rejection?Xiao En thinks that this thing is probably the same as bloodletting, a unique product of this ignorant age.

As for the magical healing ability or something, just listen to it, only a fool will believe it.

When he walked out of the hospital gate, the sky outside had become dark. Seeing the setting sun in the distance, Xiao En felt a little heroic and short of breath in his heart. He didn't expect that he had lived carefully for so many years, and finally died of an inexplicable illness.

How about working hard to make penicillin?What is the principle of that thing, it seems to be related to mold.

But I can't even determine what kind of disease I have, and it's hard to say how many days I can live.

The more he thought about it, the more desolate he felt. At this point, magic was the only way to save himself.

Suddenly his heart moved, magic?The Book of the Old Ones!If Alhaz hadn't fooled him, perhaps the cure for him could be found in that book of the old days.

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew in, which made his mind clearer. He was not in a hurry to find Alhaz, and he was still vigilant about the old book.

Why did I suddenly get sick, just the day after I got the Book of the Old, coincidence?That would be too much of a coincidence.

He smelled the smell of conspiracy, as if there was a hand pushing everything.

Even the disease on his body became suspicious.

Is this really a disease?Could it be that he was poisoned by someone, or some kind of evil curse, the curse that came with the old book, unfortunately, with the medicine of this era, it is impossible to obtain accurate information.

correct!Could it be the devil in that hallway?
At that time, he felt strange that the devil disappeared inexplicably, but now he suddenly had some doubts, could it be that thing cast a curse on him?

He felt a little anxious, if it really didn't work, he could only try with the Book of the Old Ones. It was just making a wish with the devil, and he didn't know if it would be reliable, because the monster had no intention of communicating at all.

While hesitating, a burst of faintly visible singing brought him back to his senses. The singing came from a bar. Through the frosted glass windows, he could see the dim candlelight and lights inside. On the door of the bar, hanging There is a gilt signboard reading 'Roses and Gooseberries' in cursive script.

This kind of literary bar is still a new thing in this day and age, and it can only be seen in big cities. Compared with the common taverns in the countryside, the grade is much higher. The bars are somewhat similar.

However, the guests usually chat not about feasting, secular fame and fortune, but about literature, drama, or political current affairs, and there are basically no female customers, so don't even think about picking up girls.

In the past, he often drank and chatted with some strangers. His novel ideas from the future always aroused people's amazement and emotion, but tonight he just wanted to get drunk.

Sean walked into the bar, came to the bar and ordered a glass of gin. He usually doesn't like to drink this kind of spirit, but today he wanted to indulge. When he turned his head, he noticed a person in the corner woman.

Sean has been through enough to know that there is no such thing as love at first sight.It's just a cliche that bad romance writers use so often to cover up their lack of prose, and to get young nympho girls to pay for their characters.

But when he saw that woman, he had this feeling.

The woman sat alone in front of a wine table, her fingers slowly turning around the rim of the cup, her bored appearance was like a three-dimensional oil painting.

From his angle, he could only see the side face of the woman. The dim light from the bar reflected on her body, coating her hair and half-exposed shoulders with an orange-red luster, which was so beautiful.

Sean guessed that other people in the bar must have felt similarly, but for some reason no one struck up a conversation, as if a story had just unfolded and was waiting for the main character to appear.

Xiao En drank the strong wine in the glass, and suddenly felt a surge of courage in his heart, and walked straight towards the woman.

"Hey beauty, are you waiting for someone?"

The woman turned her head to look at him, and smiled charmingly: "Yes, Professor Sean?"

"Delia?" Sean finally recognized that the other party was the beautiful lawyer who left yesterday.

She looked completely different, maybe because she didn't wear a coat, her clothes were much cooler, a little less intellectual, but a little more charming.

It stands to reason that such a woman appearing in a bar is a slightly shocking thing in this era, but seeing the woman's slightly tilted figure, lazy expression and glowing skin under the light, Sean felt that the woman in front of him A surprisingly coordinated scene.

"You look stunning."

"You don't look good, what, sick?"

Sean nodded, "It's just a cold - can I sit here?"

"Of course, I'm feeling a little bored."

Sean sat down beside Delia.

He had a good impression of Delia at first, and even wanted to develop it further, but after experiencing the change of mood before, looking at the woman in front of him, he didn't know what to say for a while.

In the end, Delia couldn't help but asked, "What are you thinking about? Professor Sean."

"I was thinking about the devil." Sean blurted out.

"Devil? Hehe, don't you still remember the monster that night?"

"No, it's not the devil. A friend of mine told me that as long as the devil can be summoned, it can grant three wishes. Have you heard of such a legend?"

The woman nodded, "There was indeed such a saying a long time ago, but it should be just a fictional story created by a literary author. The Society for Rational Research has done a detailed research on it. It is said that the first person to put forward this theory was a thirteen playwright of the century, mentioned in a play about the devil.

You as a writer should know this - why ask this all of a sudden? "

Sean sighed, "It's nothing, it's just that sometimes I feel that if troubles can really be solved with a wish, how convenient it would be."

"Is something bothering you?"

Sean hesitated to speak.

He didn't want to expose the fact that he was sick in front of beautiful women.

Delia seemed to be interested, and grabbed Sean's hand, "Come on, tell me, if you really met that devil who would grant people's wishes, what would you wish for? Right? Status? Money? I would like to know if a great writer like you would have a different idea."

Sean started to diverge his thinking again. Of course, he cured his illness. No, it should be returning to Earth. I just don’t know if the local devil will accept this kind of business.

He looked at Delia's charming blue eyes, felt the warmth of the catkin in his hand, and suddenly felt a move in his heart, could this woman be teasing him?

(End of this chapter)