Our family is in decline

"It is dangerous to explore some things on your own. I asked several instructors to take turns teaching the students some basic training when they are free. As for Joan of Arc, you ask her to find Boudicca to teach her."

Lance put down a sentence, Boudica has nothing to do every day, so he has to find something for her.

It's just that he looked a little helpless when he said it later.

Why are there tiger fathers but no dog sons?

Why do some of the same people shine like stars, while others are as humble as dust?

There is certainly a gap in talent, but what is more realistic is that the resources enjoyed are different.

Information in this era is also a very precious resource. Without plug-ins, ordinary people cannot even read, let alone cultivate scientific systems.

She, Joan of Arc, trained by herself. Even if her talent was very good, it might not be effective even if she gave it a few more years.

But if she has experienced people to teach her, the time of exploration can be greatly shortened.

Boudicca looks very nervous, but her talent is extremely high and she is an out-and-out genius, and she has fought for it with blood and sweat in the tribe.

Leonard will teach his son swordsmanship, which is different from those one-to-many in the army. It is a personal teaching, exclusive customized training, and the effect will definitely be different.

With this kind of teacher, do you think ordinary children can enjoy similar treatment?

Different classes enjoy different resource benefits. If this cannot widen the gap, it can only mean that it is useless.

Lance knew what he was doing, but it was also a helpless move. All resources had a price tag, and he had to maximize his limited resources.

Among these people, they either have excellent talents that are worth cultivating, or they have special status and need to be attracted. Otherwise, they can only accept the basic education provided by Lance and then enter the construction of Hamlet.

And even this opportunity to study was a qualification that they could only hope for before.

After saying this, Lance left the school and there were still many things in the town that needed him to deal with.

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sleep?

How could she sleep in this situation?

After Lance left, Catherine was lying on the bed tossing and turning. Whether it was the excitement caused by the wizard's death or the man's words, she fell into a strange state.

She knows that there is a kind of monster that likes to construct a real dream in which people experience wonderful things, but then exposes the reality when they are immersed in it, in order to torture the victim's soul.

Finally, he sat up from the bed and walked to the door again. As soon as he raised his hand, it stopped as if he was wrestling with something, and his arms gradually began to tremble slightly.

She finally gritted her teeth and pushed the door open, and she followed the courage and walked out. But after only two or three steps, she suddenly stopped her ecstasy because she felt something. She couldn't help but raise her head carefully and saw a horse like a horse. A white wolf about the size of a calf was entrenched in the front yard.

And it was obvious that he had been alarmed by coming out just now, and the cold wolf eyes immediately locked onto him.

Catherine's body suddenly trembled, and she subconsciously touched but did not find the familiar ceremonial dagger. The sense of security was suddenly lost.

If he hadn't dared to move, he might have hid in his room.

Damn it, that man lied to himself...

It's just that Wangcai had no interest in her. He just glanced up and then lay back down again, his eyes looking lazy.

This situation made Catherine a little embarrassed. After all, she had cursed in her heart just now, but now she found that the giant wolf was not hostile, but it seemed that she had woken it up.

Looking at the giant wolf lying down again, Catherine hesitated and took another step. When Wangcai didn't respond, her steps became faster and faster, and she even started running, rushing towards the door.

The whole person ran into the sunlight. When he looked back, he didn't find the giant wolf chasing him, so he stopped.

Feeling the spreading warmth, the whole person couldn't help but relax, and the breath he was holding also recovered.

He couldn't help but open his eyes and observe this prosperous town. Almost all the townspeople who came and went there had smiles on their faces.

real! I really got rid of that wizard!

Strong emotions surged and boiled in my heart.

It's just that her reaction when she rushed out was so strange that it attracted the attention of some people. After Catherine noticed it, she quickly restrained herself and kept a low profile, but her eyes were still constantly observing the surrounding situation.

Unlike Geralt or the nun, she runs an antique shop in Totnes and has experience in management operations, and can see the strong ambition hidden in it.

Walking slowly in the town, even though she had changed her clothes, she could tell from her skin color and facial features that she did not look like an Imperial person, and she was still very conspicuous in this familiar town.

Fortunately, the eyes of the townspeople were just curious and did not show hostility or anything like that.

This situation is very strange. After all, even in Totnes, the most open country in the empire, she still encounters unkind looks and silent discrimination.

What a strange town...

Catherine didn't know that she was not the only alien in the town. Boudica and Grendel's status in the town was not low at all.

Catherine quickly adapted to it, and I have to say that the more she observed, the more curious she became about the town, or that man.

Only the inexplicable commotion interrupted Catherine's observation, and slowly what happened in the school gradually spread.

It must be that annoying nun. Catherine still remembers that she suffered a loss at her hands. When she heard this, she felt like she was letting out a bad breath, which was quite refreshing.

But she quickly realized, by the way, there is no trace of the church in this town?

"Fellow, why is there no church here?" Catherine walked over to the busy women.

"You must be an outsider who doesn't know what's going on in our town. What's the use of teaching? You abandoned us when the bandits arrived. Fortunately, the lord showed up..."

Unexpectedly, this was a local, and the situation he endured became clearer.

Catherine, as an antique dealer, communicates with the townspeople to get more information about the town.

It’s just that the more I get to know him, the more incredible I feel. At the same time, he becomes more curious and eager to know more about that man...

At this moment, the nun walked out of the school with tangled steps. At this time, her attitude was not as resolute as at the beginning. On the contrary, she was like a child who had an instinctive escape mentality when something was touched.

When we passed the cemetery, we didn't say anything anymore, we just passed by silently.

Walking in that town again, she wanted to find out the reason mentioned by the man.

However, the education she received included chanting scriptures and praying, and she did not know anything else. It was somewhat difficult for her to investigate.

Not to mention that what just happened in the school has been spread, and everyone in the town has recognized the reckless nun who attacked the school and caused trouble.

I didn't have a good impression of the church in the first place, but now I showed a strong dislike, especially those with children in school, who showed hostility and spoke unforgiving words.

From here, it can be seen that Lance's plan to use the nun to discredit the church was very successful, but the negative effects fell on the nun alone.

The nun had been in the convent since she was a child, so how could she have the face that Catherine had developed by running a store? Now she did not dare to communicate with the townspeople, and could only walk on the street with a numb expression, as if she was parading in the street.

Catherine also noticed the nun's appearance due to the constant words from the women who were active in the town.

It is hard to imagine that the priest who shouted the name of the Holy Flame and occupied a high position last night seems to have lost his soul.

On the contrary, a heretic like me, who everyone shouted to beat and was suppressed no matter where he was, could stand in the sun. The contrast between the two was only one night. This situation was really... miraculous.

Catherine encountered drastic changes in the first half of her life, and then she was controlled by the wizard like a puppet. Now that the wizard is dead, while removing the shackles from her body, she also fell into confusion.

Where can I go? What do you want to do?

Catherine inexplicably remembered the Lord's words. Maybe it would be good to stay here. At least she no longer had to face the constant threat of death, and she didn't have to worry about the strange looks from around her...

Just what do you like to do?

With this question in mind, Catherine continued walking in the town.

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"The effect of disease-resistant shiitake mushroom extract has been verified. Infected people can enhance their resistance to Fusarium wilt by taking it. They can be cured if used within three days of infection. There will be sequelae after three to five days of infection. If the infection lasts for five days or more, , there is no need for treatment, even if the organs are not dead, they have already failed."

When Paracelsus said this, his calm and somewhat indifferent mood could not help but waver. He raised his hand to adjust his glasses, "I succeeded!"

Lance looked at the detailed report. The first batch of infected people had already passed the second stage and entered the early stage of the third stage.

Fortunately, he did not stop and rushed to kill the witch and save Greendale.

With Greendale's ability combined with his skills, those soldiers were saved.

Lance's eyes turned to the experimental subjects that were dissected at will in the laboratory. They were disemboweled, and their muscles, bones, organs, and even half of their skulls were all exposed, but no one wasted time to sew them up. , because it was originally used to observe injuries.

It can be said that these treatment data were tested with human lives.

But he didn't care. These people were all worthy of death. It was better to die to them than to die to ordinary people. Using the remaining heat was also the final contribution to Hamlet.

"Very good. With the special medicine, the corrupted areas will be cleared faster."

In fact, the infection has appeared among some people on the front line. For this reason, Lance can only send Greendale out to boil a big pot of medicine to enhance their resistance, or provide basic treatment.

Now we can finally free Greendale from those troubles and withdraw her to start research.

Paracelsus didn't know what Lance was thinking. If he knew, he would probably have a lot of emotions.

But now she is still immersed in the joy of success. After all, she can do what witchcraft can do.

"Okay, you did a great job. You proved that the path of science is feasible."

Lance casually sacrificed the scrapped experimental subjects and then gave a reminder.

"It is expected that a lot of experimental subjects will be sent over recently. I can do some research on [Human Structure] and [Surgery]. I don't have to worry about consumption. Instead, I have to clean up some as soon as possible to avoid wasting my food.

Just be careful of some of the cultists. They are stronger than ordinary people, have strange bodies, and some are good at sorcery. It is best to inform me when they are imprisoned and used, and I will watch. "

She couldn't find a few more before, but now there were so many that she couldn't use them all, and even asked her to consume them quickly.

Paracelsus didn't have any objection when he heard this. On the contrary, he was a little excited.

All kinds of weird research materials can be studied attentively without worrying about external influences.

Her decision to come here was right, and she had even forgotten the grudge between Greendale.

Lance smiled slightly and couldn't help but add, "I still have some fun things on hand, but I can't give them to you until I make sure there's no danger. Please complete the surgical chapter of the [Medical Manual] as soon as possible."

Every mature leader must learn to draw the pie, and draw it according to the different needs of each person.

Promising Paracelsus money and honor was of no use, she was eager to study and explore.

Unfortunately, Hamlet has too many unknown creatures for her to study.

Lance's words made Paracelsus feel itchy. Based on the previous research subjects, she couldn't wait.

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Finally, the nun found a town citizen who was willing to communicate with her, and that person was Susan.

Compared to other townspeople, Susan was more calm and rational. She told her how the church fled when the town was attacked by bandits, leaving all the townspeople behind.

"The matter of banditry is something that the local lord should be responsible for and has nothing to do with the church." The nun's loyalty to the church made her instinctively defend, but her words angered Susan to some extent.

"So we worshiped you, but you chose to escape when the bandits came? They could have saved many people, but didn't! Is this what your god taught you?"

Susan's temper was settled, but the barely suppressed anger in her words spoke volumes.

Because of the influence of the church, people at the bottom, especially in villages and towns, are basically not believers but pan-believers. Without this spiritual support, it is difficult for them to persist in such a bad life.

"You are right, the bandit affairs are indeed the lord's business, so after the arrival of the adults, the bandits were quickly exterminated, the famine was eliminated, and we led us to the life we ​​live today.

All of this is the work of the lord, not your church. You are not worthy of our worship. "

Susan finally looked at the surprised nun and emphasized. “It’s not that we gave up our faith, it’s that the church deceived us and abandoned us.”

The nun was stunned when she heard this. She felt that everything was different from what the holy book said.

"You can go to a man named Leonard, who used to be a crusader for the church, and he will tell you the true face of the church."

After Susan finished speaking, she left, but with such direct guidance, I was afraid there was a pair of big hands controlling everything.

I don't know if you want to see this kind of supporting character's perspective. I really want to hurry up and get over this plot and go to the ancestor. Unfortunately, there is no reason to add more chapters. The archive is getting moldy.