Chapter 420 419. Bleeding
My apologies again, Regis.
As Lan En said this, he led Poppy and followed Regis, walking forward through the large tombstones.
But I have to say that the appearance of a barber doctor in this large cetery is indeed a bit beyond my expectations.
At this ti, the full moon has risen high in the sky. What was originally a dim yellow mist illuminated by the rays of the setting sun has now turned into a cold white color.
Poppy was stimulated by the sll of sage on Regis's body, and now he was a little reluctant to follow. So Lan En could only struggle with the mount.
He doesnt want to use the [Yaxsi Sign] at this ti. Again, the aura of magic can frighten 99% of the people in this world.
Arent you afraid of ghouls, or tomb banshees? Those things are very fond of ceteries.
Lan En asked curiously.
Although Regis is dressed like a country tax collector, his unhurried tone and exquisite grammar suggest that he cos from a noble family with a long history.
"Don't worry about it, sir. This cetery has a history of more than five hundred years. Ghouls and tomb banshees are never picky eaters, but they are also carnivores. A pile of bones that have been there for more than five hundred years will not attract them. They. 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."
Actually, he should have been able to sll it when he first entered the cetery and whether there were any scavenging monsters nearby.
But the herbal sll on Regis was too strange and too strong.
It is almost impossible to sll anything else around him.
At first, Lan En thought that his herbal sll was probably to cover up the sll of corpses.
The witcher thought that the barber doctor was a pioneer in that kind of industry.
In the ignorant era of dicine, the profession of doctors was often perford concurrently by barbers.
Because they also use knives to cut people, but they don't make people unable to get up like butchers. This skill of playing with knives is the basis for their wide recognition as doctors.
In the process of pursuing human dicine, there are always subjects for experintation and learning, that is, corpses.
In the early London and Paris of Lane's ho world, most of the stolen goods from corpse robberies would be sold to these barber doctors for research.
But when he walked into the cetery, Lan En imdiately discovered that it was indeed as Regis said: it had been a cetery for more than five hundred years.
There is no fresh human tissue in these ceteries, only a lot of bones.
Human tissue culture has begun in the magic academy, but normal folk dicine is still looking for corpses. The degree of fragntation in this world can be seen.
The two of them and one horse quickly passed through the cetery and ca to a small wooden house.
Regis said politely as he opened the door.
"Please co in. This place is not big, but at least it allows you to spend the night without having to look at the sky above your head. There is a spring next to it, and there is a stove in the house, so you can have a hot bite. Do you need to order so dinner?"
"No, don't bother. I brought dry food, as long as I have so hot water."
Lan first thanked Regis for his enthusiasm, and then lowered his head and entered the house.
The interior of the cabin is dark and filled with a warm, intoxicating aroma that tickles your nosemainly coming from the bundles of herbs and roots hanging on the four walls. There was not much furniture in the room, including a small bed with a simple style, also filled with herbs, and an old table with countless glassware, pottery and porcelain bottles on it.
A strange round-bellied stove, shaped like a bloated hourglass, was burning coals, and the faint light of the fire provided light to the room. Surrounding the furnace is a spiderweb of gleaming glass tubes of varying sizes, bent into arcs and spirals. A wooden bucket was placed under one of the glass tubes, and so liquid was dripping into the bucket.
Although the shape has changed, Lan En's knowledge still allowed him to recognize the glass instrunt combination in front of him at the first sight.
Did you customize the brewing furnace, still, and condenser tube yourself?
Lan En looked at it with interest.
In this era, there are no international standards to specify what glassware used in experints should look like. It all depends on the user to communicate with the glassmaker to get the equipnt he wants.
The inconsistency in form is natural. "Of course." Emile Regis admitted humbly, "My job includes making elixirs, so I have to distill the mandrake root and extract the fifth elent."
"Wow." The young man couldn't help but nod. "This kind of work is very skilled for a barber doctor. The business where you open your shop must be good."
"My store is in Dillingen." Regis said simply, his voice had a calm and quiet magnetism.
Business is indeed good, but I also know very well what makes this business good, so I spend a few months every year to collect mandrake roots at the Finn Kahn Cetery.
Regis took the opportunity to explain the reason why he had a foothold next to this large cetery.
Lan En learned for the first ti that the na of the place here is Fen Kahn.
This na sounds like it cos from the Elvish language, so its clear who is buried here.
When humans ca to this world, they caused many massacres.
Can I...? Lan En pointed to the small stove under the still and asked tentatively.
Ah, of course, please do so. Things inside dont have to be heated all the ti.
Regis said quickly. While talking, as the owner of the cabin, he also took the initiative to help Lan En remove the small stove.
So the witcher was able to prepare a hot al of his own.
Regis gave him an iron pot, and Lann scooped a pot of water from the spring next to the house.
Then put your own special dry food into the water, put it on the stove, and wait for the hard lumps containing ceramic compounds to soften and turn into porridge.
Regis seed to be a very hospitable man. He not only worked with Lann, but also added fuel to the stove for him.
Huh, as you can see. After the two of them got busy, Regis let out a breath and sat on the ground with his hands spread out.
My own bed has also been given over to dicinal herbs, and I usually sleep on the floor. Do you mind if the room where you sleep is filled with the sll of dicinal herbs?
"Nothing. A person who travels far away can have a shelter from the wind. What else can I ask for? Thank you again for the invitation, Regis."
Youre welco, if you turn a blind eye to the people in need when you go out, you deserve to be struck by lightning.
The fla in the stove is the only source of light in this room.
When the pot of boiling water was pressed on the stove, the light and shadow of the fla swayed and dimd.
Lan En was playing with the iron pot, but he seed to be scratched by a gap caused by poor preservation of the iron pot, and he suddenly pulled back his hand.
Regis's eyes flashed: "Ah, please be careful. This pot is quite old. Except for the bottom of the pot, it is probably broken. Do you need a bandage?"
With that said, Regis was about to get up and go over.
But Lan En waved his hand.
The blood spilled onto the ground as he waved his hand, and several bright red dots appeared.
"No, it's nothing, Regis. There's one thing I want to know more than this small hole."
"What?"
Regiss shining eyes lowered at this question.
Lan En whispered his question: "How long has it been since you sucked blood?"
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