Astartes of the Bear School

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 cemetery is indeed a bit beyond my expectations.”

At this time, 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 smell 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 doesn’t want to use the [Yaxsi Sign] at this time. Again, the aura of magic can frighten 99% of the people in this world.

“Aren’t you afraid of ghouls, or tomb banshees? Those things like cemeteries very much.”

Lan En asked curiously.

Although Regis is dressed like a country tax collector, his unhurried tone and exquisite grammar suggest that he comes from a noble family with a long history.

"Don't worry about it, sir. This cemetery has a history of more than five hundred years. Ghouls and tomb banshees are never picky eaters, but they are also meat eaters. 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 smell it when he first entered the cemetery and whether there were any scavenging monsters nearby.

 But the herbal smell on Regis was too strange and too strong.

 It is almost impossible to smell anything else around him.

 At first, Lan En thought that his herbal smell was probably to cover up the smell of corpses.

The witcher thought that the barber doctor was a pioneer in that kind of industry.

In the ignorant era of medicine, the profession of doctors was often performed 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 medicine, there are always subjects for experimentation and learning, that is, corpses.

In the early London and Paris of Lane's home world, most of the stolen goods from corpse robberies would be sold to these barber doctors for research.

But when he walked into the cemetery, Lan En immediately discovered that it was indeed as Regis said: it had been a cemetery for more than five hundred years.

There is no fresh human tissue in these cemeteries, only a lot of bones.

Human tissue culture has begun in the magic academy, but normal folk medicine is still looking for corpses. The degree of fragmentation in this world can be seen.

 The two of them and one horse quickly passed through the cemetery and came to a small wooden house.

Regis said politely as he opened the door.

"Please come 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 me to order some dinner?"

"No, don't bother. I brought dry food, as long as I have some 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 nose—mainly 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 of 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 some liquid was dripping into the bucket.

Although the shape has changed, Lan En's knowledge still allowed him to recognize the glass instrument 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 experiments should look like. It all depends on the user to communicate with the glassmaker to get the equipment 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 element."

"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 Cemetery.”

Regis took the opportunity to explain the reason why he had a foothold next to this large cemetery.

 Lan En learned for the first time that the name of the place here is Fen Kahn.

This name sounds like it comes from the Elvish language, so it’s clear who is buried here.

 When humans came 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 don’t have to be heated all the time.”

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 meal 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 seemed 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 medicinal herbs, and I usually sleep on the floor. Do you mind if the room where you sleep is filled with the smell of medicinal 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."

“You’re welcome, if you turn a blind eye to the people in need when you go out, you deserve to be struck by lightning.”

 The flame 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 flame swayed and dimmed.

Lan En was playing with the iron pot, but he seemed 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?"

Regis’s shining eyes lowered at this question.

Lan En whispered his question: "How long has it been since you sucked blood?"

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 (End of this chapter)