Especially those mushrooms, some of them can be antiseptic and anti-inflammatory, treating abscess diseases, some of them can be refined to produce hallucinogenic agents, and some of them are dangerous poisons. And the girl does not seem to all know which are harmful.
In addition to these, there are some small stones of various colors, as well as strange and bizarre bug specimens. Most of them are mainly butterflies and chrysalises. Some George knew, some he did not recognize. But those he knows, but all of them have a special purpose!
This special use, referring to alchemy.
''Crap...'' George grew his mouth and froze there, suddenly realizing that this really seemed to be a witch!
He should have thought of it a long time ago, there is only one kind of people in this world who are staunch unbelievers! They would not change no matter what kind of miracle they witnessed. And even if they are not yet enlightened by knowledge, they will be!
That is the wizard!
They are born with special abilities, able to see many things that others cannot see, and even born knowing many things!
Miracles in their view is a different kind of thing, even they themselves are able to create 'miracles'! So those things that are difficult to explain with common sense, the wizards have long been seen strange!
And up to this point, he just recalled why he felt that Rona was a little different.
That feeling was the same as the mysterious witch who walked into the tavern in the first place!
She was a witch too!
That's why she was involuntarily attracted to the magic and collected those things with magic power!
George couldn't help but get excited - 'A witch as a waitress will definitely attract more adventurers! Damn, my tavern is fucking short of a few stragglers now!
'No, I have to let her wash her hair and face properly later. Wouldn't this girl usually be frightened by her appearance when she walks by the river? And this house can't be lived in, so it's my tavern - right next door to me! Well, yes, otherwise these bottles and jars can not be found. So, I'm protecting you, little Rona. You should be embarrassed to ask me for a salary in the future, right?'
Thinking of this, George happily grabbed his clean, vanilla-scented hair.
This witch is obviously still in a hazy state of magic, not yet enlightened. If you can cultivate it properly, it will definitely become a good follower.
The actual woman in the village is indeed a lot, but there is no suitable. And the tavern must have a talent ... At least this girl than those village women look very smooth...'
George never understood how the aesthetics of those escorts were formed - and neither did Alexander! Those guys just liked fat and vulgar village women, and the fatter and fatter they were, the more they liked them, as if they only had eyes for Naija and her ass!
And those very special blue eyes of hers always gave him a strange feeling.
It was as if it seemed to be a familiar sight...
After coming back to his senses, George turned over the jars on the floor as well. He found that the girl did not have any food - all voluntarily handed over. Really honest.
But from the traces in that jar, the original food is only so finger-deep stuff.
It is estimated to be able to boil a bowl of porridge to drink. It can be seen that in these days, she is generally relying on wild vegetables and fruits and even grasshoppers to feed the hungry.
Villagers are extremely fearful of eating grasshoppers, believing that they represent evil spirits. But the little stammerer could only eat this stuff.
''Hey, what evil spirits or not, this grasshopper, in the future even the lord lord I have to eat.''
After a final look, George took up his steps and intended to leave. But his heel was accidentally touched a small jar.
When he bent down to pick up that jar, he found that it was filled with some white dust that made him feel familiar.
He frowned and thought about it. Suddenly, he grabbed a small handful of something from inside the bag at his waist, and after comparing it, he found that it was exactly the same as what was in that small jar!
'Before those villagers said that Rona had been to the cemetery in the morning. It seems that these things should be the ones she collected in the cemetery. But these dusts are invisible to mortals. And I can only see it when I'm carrying the Word of the Talisman...''
The little witch's rating in his mind went up some more.
Without being polite to Rona, George put those things directly into his bag.
Originally, he also planned to go to the cemetery, just look for it. Today if not see this thing, really let him forget!
He is now going crazy poor! As for whether this thing can be sold for money, let's put it away first! Those special merchants should be the collection of strange and bizarre things - thinking here, George suddenly widened his eyes!
He found the whole house was full of silver foxes!
"Crap!!!" George shouted out directly in excitement.
These things are all special items that can be sold for money!
These years, this girl can accumulate a lot of inventory, after a net, can definitely sell a lot of money.
Thinking of this, George rushed out the door, intending to call someone to carry. But in getting that broken door, but it was close to almost break the broken door.
"My Lord, what are you working on?" A voice suddenly sounded behind George, scaring the thief almost jumped up.
"You damned lowlife! Next time no sudden appearance behind me, shit! I thought it was a ghost!" George wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and looked over to the cemetery to find that all the members of Martin's group of patrol were actually in the cemetery.
Martin deflated his mouth and put on a pathetic and aggrieved look: "Chief, it's almost noon. The people have come back one after another to eat, so I came back to replace the people. Don't worry, Jack is still looking after the farmers, he will come back when another group of people passes."
Said here, Martin yawned: "The bodies outside are basically halfway back."
George followed Martin's gaze to the cemetery in the distance and found several recruits unloading the bodies from the carts.
"I see." He nodded and said, "Don't rush back yet, I'll give you a task - guard this door for me. Listen carefully, if any rats or anything like that get in, you'll be slaving away with the inferior folk from now on!"
"..."
"You guard here I am relieved, do not let the newcomers go in, later I will call a few more people to come over, you all the things inside to the old man loaded into the car, transported back to the tavern - remember to cover with a tarpaulin." George patted Martin's shoulder and said, "You've done a good job this time, I'll let the old blacksmith get you a good set of armor."
That so-called good armor is also lock armor, but in the shelter and even the whole valley now, I'm afraid it is considered a good thing. Although this lock armor after a few days, the squires will each have one, but that reminds people of the knight lord's family crest, but can be slowly printed to encourage (hu) (you) squires ...
As a matter of fact, after hearing this, Martin immediately straightened his back and felt honored to help his boss with his 'personal business'. He stretched his thumb towards the house behind him: "Is that chick in there too?"
George, who had just taken two steps, stumbled and almost slipped on the floor.
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