Serious Witch's Travel Book

She taught Gnicia all the links, roughly as follows:

The green pine grass and the bark of the pine candle tree are processed into small pieces, and then crushed with a stone mortar. The green pine grass is a spare part for drying for many days. Even if you twist it with your fingers, it will be broken into pieces. Some toughness, it is unrealistic to break it directly, and it is easy to hurt the blade when the knife is cut, so it can only be roughly torn and then smashed.

There is a simple scale for measuring in the cabinet next to the table, but Numeria did not let Gnicia use it. According to her, even if the proportion of the most basic wound medicine is accurate, it is difficult to significantly improve the effect Instead of obsessing about the difference in materials used in a few drachmas, it is better to ensure that they can grind the powder finer.

She taught Gnicia that it is about three bowls of turquoise powder mixed with two bowls of pine bark powder. After the turquoise powder is ground into powder, the same capacity will be much lighter than the bark powder. Both of them must be crushed with medicine. Grind it finely into a powder that is not obviously rough when twisted with your fingers. If there is a part at the bottom that oozes juice during processing, then discard it. The final mixed powder must be as dry as possible.

"Will they be sprinkled directly on the wound?"

"Yes, generally not too deep scratches, this problem is not too big...Of course, there is no choice. If it is in Shengta Mountain, we have many myrrh trees that can be used to make powder. Here The pine resin produced by the pine candle tree is also a high-quality wound medicine, but this year's harvest has been sent to military fortresses in various places, and the remaining can only be used to take care of the most seriously injured..."

It's not that Gnicia was uninjured. On the contrary, her experience of being bitten to death may be more...exciting than what most people here can suffer in their lifetime.

Thinking of the bloody wound sprinkled with these gray-green powders mixed together, Gnicia felt a little dizzy. Can this kind of thing really have a healing effect?

Noumelia left her to do other things.

In the spare time between busy schedules, Gnicia peeked at what the kind nun was doing.

There are many plants that Gnicia can't recognize in the small yard behind the church. Some of them are pure green grasses of different heights, and some are flowers with buds or withered stamens.Sister Noumelia walked among the rows of leg-high plants. She took a bamboo sieve to pick a live herb with calyx like green balls growing high. She picked the leaves and only Pick one-third of the most vigorous bottom leaves and a smaller portion of the young leaves, avoiding the parts near the calyx.

She boiled water in the corner of the yard in advance, and after picking the leaves in sevens and eights, she put them into the pottery pot together. Before the water was steaming, she found some small plant tubers from the medicine shelf and threw them into the pot. Let it go down and cook together.

When it was almost finished, another nun came to the back door, hoping that Numeria could go to the front for a while to help.

Gnicia, who was about to catch fish and be lazy, hurriedly lowered her head and continued to work, but Numelia walked towards her directly and asked her to take care of the clay pot for herself.

"Okay, how do I do it?"

"Look at it after a while. I put a bucket and a ladle on the side. There is still some water in the pot. If you see the water starts to boil, just scoop a spoonful of cold water into it. After it boils twice, put Take the pot down, or clamp the remaining firewood outside, in short, don’t hurt your hands.”

"understood."

After receiving an affirmative reply, Sister Numeria left with the others.

Gnicia watched them enter the church, and when the two walked away, she secretly picked a leaf of the plant that Numeria had just picked, wiped it with her hand, and threw it into her mouth to chew.

She chewed the juice out of the leaves quickly, tasted slightly cold with a little astringency, Gnicia had a vague impression of this taste, she looked down at the plant again, only to find a The translucent burnt-yellow paper floated beside it with some small words:

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Mint, worth 0.95

Magic essence contained: almost none

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She froze for a moment, and the words she saw quickly disappeared.

Gnicia remembered that she had seen a similar text yesterday. This should be an ability she obtained after she got the power given by [wisdom]. She had used this ability to check Royce before. Just a little bit of undivided attention...

She turned her head to look at the church, and Numeria had disappeared.

So she turned her attention to the other things in the yard.

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Green pine grass, worth 1.02

Magic essence contained: almost none

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Laurel, worth 2.85

Magic element contained: very thin

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There are many kinds of herbs, she found more than ten kinds of herbs, the most common one is green pine grass, they are a kind of dark green herbs with only one main stem straight up and growing scattered leaves in the ground, but they don’t grow very tall. ] According to the information provided to her, the value of those dried herbs will generally be lower, but the difference is not big.The most "valuable" laurel branches in the whole yard are a few laurel branches - there are no laurel trees here, and what can be found are the branches and dry leaves that have been dried and peeled off.

Although it was interesting for Gnicia to see some special things, she still didn't know how to use them. The only good news is that with this ability, she might not misjudge the medicinal materials again.

Afraid of being blamed, Gnicia quickly went back to the wooden shed. She continued to grind the medicine, and added water to the pot twice according to the arrangement of the nun. , Take the pot down.

The contents of the pot were a dark green chaos, even if she stared with wide eyes, she couldn't see anything.

However, after she mixed the powder of pine bark and turquoise grass, she saw additional information.

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Medicinal powder, worth 1.72

Effect: stop bleeding, inhibit infection

Negative: Weak

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Simple calculations... One plus one doesn't seem to be greater than two, or even equal to two, seems to be a failure?

Gnicia looked at the remaining medicine powder, and according to her own ideas, she put more green pine grass powder into it, after all, she found the bark really incomprehensible - the "value" increased a little, She's happy and mixes in a bunch more, but when the "value" figure she can look at starts approaching "2," it suddenly starts dropping again.

This made the girl frown.

Guessing literally, it seems that blindly adding more is not good.

In the end, is this a job of "add more water to the noodles, and more water to the noodles"?

So, before someone came to pick up the medicine next time, Gnicia got out a few jars of powder with a value marked between "1.7" and "1.9".

She didn't know what Numeria had done before...but according to the standards given to her by the sages, she had tried her best.

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After nightfall, Marian dragged her tired body to the church.

It's a mess.

Despite being greeted with a steaming pot of stewed pork and bulbs, two full mugs of goat's milk drizzled with honey, and the hugs of five sisters, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of relaxation.

Especially the fact of "going back to church" was enough to make her angry.

"Has the priest come back?"

Sitting at the dining table in the back room of the church, she questioned her followers with displeasure.

The nuns were silent. Although they had been busy for a day, they were definitely worse than Marianne who was directly on the front line. Besides, they all knew that the fire was not aimed at them, and there was someone else who made the head nun angry.

A nun answered her in a low voice: "Not yet..."

Marianne sighed.

Some people slipped away early in the morning before the sun came out. Although people were sent to chase them back soon after the battle, there was a time difference of several hours between coming and going. Faster dignitaries may outpace the best scouts in speed, giving the scouts a little chance of catching them only when they feel relatively safe and have to stop and camp for a decent dinner.

She clenched her fist and tapped the table lightly.

Normally, nuns are not supposed to be in church.

The state religion has a strict distinction between the functions of nuns and monks. Monks preside over administrative work, while nuns make achievements in battle. Churches widely distributed in secular society have always been the domain of monks, and nuns normally live in remote In the monasteries in the core area, if they want to be stationed in the city, they need to have a separate camp for nuns. Only rarely can they board directly in the church, because this involves the problem of mixed living.

Her girls used to live in a separate camp in the military camp, but last night a huge rock smashed the entire place down... Marianne was very glad that she had moved them to a strong fortress in the first place, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing that it was already this time, the priest presiding over here probably wouldn't be able to come back. She was happy to stay in the church for the night, but of course, this couldn't convince herself to forgive that coward.

"When he comes back, I will hang him with my own hands."

She spoke harsh words to the nuns.

The dinner ended in a hurry, because the hall of the sanctuary was filled with the smell of blood left by the day, and everyone was a little uncomfortable.

Gnicia was "invited" back to the house where she lived after finishing work. Marianne took a special look at her, and she found that the stowaway had fallen asleep, so she locked the door again.

Flynn was also asleep...According to Numeria, the girl didn't leave the room for almost a whole day. She recited the scriptures by herself and prayed for the wounded and soldiers from a distance. The smell of blood and wailing frightened her. She slept very early and rested before Marianne came back, so Marianne arranged for a nun to watch over her, and she calmly dragged Numeria into the room.

She needed a little tender attention... so after a few minutes the squire took off her armor and she sat on the bed with Marianne on her lap.

"How is the fortification restored?"

Numeria knew that Marianne needed someone to talk to, so she opened the conversation first; she gently massaged the head of the head nun, and stroked her long hair that was somewhat messy due to sweat, wind, sand and blood. At the back of his head, try to calm her restless emotions as much as possible.

"It's not very good. The city gate is blocked, but the hole in the city wall can't be filled at all. The engineers found something to plug it in, but I'm afraid that as long as those ogres can hit one more time, the original vacancy will be closed." It will definitely be broken again.”

"Will they attack again tonight?"

"Who knows? I arranged for the militia to be in charge of monitoring, and all the regular troops put on their armor to rest. I hope those gray monsters will calm down, but think optimistically, their main force should be frightened by the dragon. Today there are only A few warriors came to the gate to fight, probably to encourage the morale of the army—thinking about how scared our people were, those orcs should have a hard time."

"I hope so..."

Marianne opened her eyes. She looked at the nun's body that blocked the light in front of her eyes, and reached out to grab it.

"Want it?"

In the darkness, Numelia's worried look quickly turned into a flattering look.

"I killed six monsters today, won't you reward me?"

Just relax a little... just relax a little.

Although it was inappropriate, Numeria cheered up and was mentally prepared to provide service.

Maybe this will be the last time.

"Then, does our eldest baby want to breastfeed?"

"It's okay not to say that... just be a little more reserved?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you want?"

"want."

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In this way, the sages rolled the three thousand characters into small pancakes and ate them with shredded green onions.

(But... Patrick, guess what?)

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Chapter 33 028. Selfish Desires

After a quiet and secret affair, Marianne and Numeria lay back to back on the bed.

They haven't done it in a long time, or almost never.

Compare...the "deep" kind.

The monastery did not strictly forbid the nuns from contacting each other. After all, in the decades of daily practice, there are very few people who can really sharpen their ordinary minds and reach the realm of seeing through the world of mortals.

However, no matter which monastery's dogma, direct contact between the two parties is not allowed, and even personal contact is often prohibited.

The nuns are the brides of the angels, their bodies either belong to the common people, or belong to the Holy Spirit, in short, they do not belong to themselves.Marianne is not the kind of dead-headed person, but she is still relatively a person who can abide by various dogmas, so even if they have slept together for hundreds or even thousands of nights, the two of them have hardly communicated deeply. kind of degree.

If you have to say it, they tried it when they were little girls.

The re-exposure to the taboo made Numelia feel uneasy and full of sweetness. She felt as if she had become Eve who ate the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, especially this time because of Marianne's own request. Unbelievable - technically, they haven't had that experience since Marian gave birth to the angel's offspring.

But she was just uneasy, she didn't hate this kind of request, and even felt happy about it.

This proves that she is still needed. No woman would hate showing her charm, even if they did something forbidden.

But she still wondered what prompted Marianne to make such a request?

Is it because of the war?

Some experiences do change people, and Numeria has no doubts about this.

Today is also the first time she has seen so many wounded. In the past, what she saw most was that the farmer at the bottom of the mountain was injured by some animal and came to the monastery to pray for help. At that time, they were just people in twos and threes, and at that time they were all giving back to believers in a safe environment, so of course they didn't have any complicated ideas.

But today is different. Throughout the day, at least two or three hundred wounded people came to the church.

The priest ran away long ago, and no one could preside over the work. It was some townspeople who stood up spontaneously to help them.There are two public pharmacists in the town. One old master who taught Numeria to use local medicines left here a few days ago to visit relatives. He has been looking after the medicine garden behind the church; The young people who moved from the south had just left the apprenticeship stage, and they didn't dare to give medicine to the seriously wounded by themselves. They basically relied on some soldiers who knew how to bandage to solve the problem by themselves.

Under such circumstances, all the nuns were under a lot of pressure—although the nuns who had been trained on the premise of providing support for the head nun were not cowards who would cry when they saw blood, they could face such a tragic situation all at once. It still puts a heavy burden on them. After all, except Numeria who is older, the other nuns are only around the age of eighteen or nineteen. Maybe normal women have already talked about marriage at this age, and even become nuns. The mother of three or five children, but the closed life of the monastery is not the same after all, these big girls may not be stronger than the peasant women.

Some people started to be in a trance in the afternoon, and some people vomited after work. Although they all persevered, this would be a painful test for anyone... For Marian who was directly standing on the front line, it might be even worse. .

After all, she actually spent a day at the front line.

Marianne didn't want to advance the front line, and Numeria would not go to the front line to cause trouble. She could only judge what the head nun she served had experienced from the information she heard.

It should be said... very exaggerated, or simply outrageous.

After the initial fierce confrontation between the sneak attack and counter-attack before dawn, it lasted intermittently for at least an hour and a half before stopping.