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Chapter 194 The Pharmacist Arriving at the Barracks

The people arranged by Fred entered the barracks the next day to report.

"Who is that?" Felisa whispered to Safi quietly, "I haven't seen it before."

"The pharmacist's son." Safi also replied quietly, "He was sent here by Fred a month ago."

A month ago, wasn't that just before the training camp started?Was Fred starting to set it up then?
"The one here is the son of the pharmacist who was taken away from your house. His Highness sent him here a month in advance to familiarize himself with the environment. He originally wanted to use it for other purposes, but there are no pharmacists in the army. As long as the soldiers get sick, they will suffer from it." The injury can only be overcome, His Highness let him come to the barracks, we can't just watch those soldiers suffer, that is our dereliction of duty as nobles."

There was a saying in Felisa's previous life: Water can carry a boat or capsize it. The original sentence was used to describe the relationship between the monarch and the people. In this world, Fred was probably the first to realize the similar meaning of this sentence and reverse it. Use this sentence.

The smell of medicinal materials could be faintly smelled in the barracks, and Felisa followed the smell to find it.

A middle-aged man was busy running around, a big pot was bubbling and soaking, and he wanted to grind the medicine and he had to take care of the pot, and there were at least a hundred wounded waiting for him.

Felisa stood for a while, then backed out, did not go in to disturb, but turned and left.

Only one was obviously short of staff, and she wanted to go to Fusafie, but found that Saffy was gone during the time she was out, and Fred was also not in her tent.

where did they goDid you go out together?Just as Felisa was looking around, she saw Azarez coming back from the outside.

"Miss." Asalez saw Felisa, walked towards her, and habitually tidied up the folds of her clothes and some messy hair, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this?" Felisa glanced at the city wall: "What are you doing on the city wall?"

"It's nothing," Asalez avoided answering, "Go up and have a look at the scenery."

He just went up to the city wall and estimated how far it was from here to the town where the enemy troops were stationed. Would it be enough for him to run back and forth in one night? He wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king directly. It is not good for him if Lace falls into the hands of the human race or she goes back to the demon race.

According to the results of his visual inspection, I am afraid it is a bit reluctant.

Felisa nodded without doubting him, "Have you seen His Royal Highness Fred? Is Safi by his side?"

Azalez recalled it for a while, and pointed in a direction: "He went over there, but he didn't see Miss Saffy, what's wrong?"

In the direction he pointed, there were many civilians. Felisa hesitated, but she still walked there. She couldn't find Safi, and it was the same when looking for Fred. Azalez followed her, as always. Make a protective gesture.

When she walked to the camp area of ​​civilian soldiers, she felt countless gazes, some of which seemed unfriendly.

The boundary between commoners and nobles is too obvious. Even if Felisa is only the daughter of the lowest baron, her temperament is completely different from that of ordinary commoners.

Some obscenities were caught in her ears, and Azalez, who had a sharper ear than her, naturally heard it. Before the hostility in her body surfaced, she was caught by Felisa.

She came to look for Fred, not to cause trouble. There was a conflict here, but in the end it was Fred's trouble.

So she pretended she didn't hear anything and found Fred without changing her face.

Fred was standing beside Sainz, listening to what Sainz was talking to him, when he saw Felisa coming, he frowned, and walked over a few steps: "Why is the school girl here?"

Seeing Fred's busy appearance, Felisa shook her head and swallowed back what she was going to say: "Come out for a walk."

"Don't come out if you have nothing to do," Fred warned, "Let your deacon stay with you and send you back."

Even if Fred didn't say so, Azalez would do it.

Felisa understood why Fred said that, because he was worried about her safety. After all, no one could guarantee what civilians would do.

"Where's Safi?" Felisa asked. "Is she not with you?"

Fred shook his head: "She has other things, don't worry about her, civilians can't do anything about her."

So is she the one that makes people worry the most?

Although she thought so in her heart, Felisa obediently went back.

When I went back, I found that Safi had come back and was writing and drawing on the table.

"Safi," Felisa called out, "Where did you go just now?"

"Turning around in the barracks." Safi said without raising his head.

Felisa was about to say not to wander around in the barracks, but suddenly she remembered something and shut up.

Safi's "Zhuanzhuan" is not the same as her "Zhuanzhuan" at all.

"Did you find anything?" Felisa asked softly.

What did they find... Safi paused with the pen between her fingers on the paper, and said, "They live in despair, and they live every day as if it was their last."

Felisa didn't think there was any problem with this at first: "This is a battlefield, isn't this kind of atmosphere normal?"

Since it is a battlefield, you will face the danger of death at any time... Wait...

"Because once injured, it cannot be healed?" Felicia remembered what she had seen before. In the tent behind, there was a large group of people lying there. They were still lying there completely unable to move. The wounded were superficially There are probably more people who are cured but have sequelae.

Safi sighed: "More than that, the war made them realize that their whole life is just a speck of dust at the feet of the nobles, and they will be blown away by the wind blown by the nobles at any time."

In the eyes of nobles, ordinary people without ability are indeed as small as dust.

Felisa said: "Even dust, when condensed, can become a sandstorm."

Safi liked Felisa's statement very much, she laughed: "You are right, but the premise of rolling up a sandstorm is that there must be wind."

What they are thinking now is how to create a gust of wind to sweep up the dust.

Felisa remembered what she wanted to tell Safi: "There is only that pharmacist alone. I don't think it's enough. I went to see it. I'm afraid he can't take care of so many people."

"You are not allowed to go." Safi said quickly, "Even if you sympathize with them, you are not allowed to help them."

Safi knew that because Felisa was not strong enough, she always felt sorry for them and wanted to do what she could, but she absolutely couldn't deal with civilians alone.

"I didn't want to go," Felisa smiled helplessly. "I just wanted to say, it's better to set up an army medical clinic, so that some soldiers can learn how to deal with wounds and keep medicines, so that the pharmacist can't be in a hurry."

This suggestion caused Safi to ponder: "You have to know that for civilians, this kind of survival skill is not easy to teach others."

"That's because teaching others that there will be competition that will reduce your own income," Felicia said, "but for pharmacists who already have a regular income, this competition is not a fear."

A pharmacist who has already entered the eyes of the crown prince, is he still afraid of competing with others? How is it possible? They are not on the same track, and others cannot threaten his status at all.

(End of this chapter)