I have a shelter

Especially those mushrooms, some of which can kill bacteria and reduce inflammation, treat abscesses, some can be made into hallucinogens, and some are dangerous poisons. And the girl doesn't seem to know all the harmful ones.

In addition to these, there are some small stones of various colors, and strange insect specimens. Most of them are butterflies and pupae. Some George knows, some he doesn't. But the ones he knows, all have special uses!

This special use refers to alchemy.

'Fuck' George opened his mouth and was stunned there, and suddenly found that this seemed to be a witch!

He should have thought of it long ago, there is only one kind of people in the world who are firm non-believers! No matter what kind of miracles they witness, they will not change. And even if they have not been enlightened by knowledge, it will be the same!

That is the wizard!

They are born with special abilities, can see many things that others can't see, and even know many things by nature!

Miracles are completely another thing in their eyes, and they can even create "miracles" by themselves! So those things that are difficult to explain with common sense, wizards have long been accustomed to it!

Only then did he recall why he felt that Rona was a little different.

That feeling was the same as the mysterious witch who walked into the tavern!

She was also a witch!

That's why she was involuntarily attracted by magic and collected those magical things!

George couldn't help but get very excited-'A witch as a waitress will definitely attract more adventurers! Damn it, my tavern is now just short of a few prostitutes! '

'No, I have to let her wash her hair and face. Isn't this girl scared by her appearance when she walks by the river? And this house can't be lived in, so she has to live in my tavern-just next to me! Yeah, yes, otherwise it's not good for these bottles and jars to be discovered. So, I'm protecting you, little Rona. You should be embarrassed to ask me for 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 and has not yet been enlightened. If she can be trained well, she will definitely become a good follower.

‘But for now, I’ll just serve as a waitress. I can’t help it. There are indeed many women in this village, but none of them are suitable. And the tavern must have someone. At least this girl is much more pleasing to the eye than those village women.’

George never understood how the aesthetics of those followers were formed—Alexander too! Those guys just like fat and vulgar village women, and the fatter and fatter they are, the more they like them, as if they only have eyes for women and butts!

And her very special blue eyes always make him feel weird.

It’s like a familiar face

After coming to his senses, George also turned over the jars on the ground. He found that this girl didn’t have any food at all—all of it was handed over voluntarily. She is really honest.

However, judging from the traces in the jar, the original food was only a finger deep.

It is estimated that it can only make a bowl of porridge to drink. It can be seen that she usually relies on wild vegetables and fruits and even grasshoppers to fill her stomach during these days.

The villagers are extremely afraid of eating grasshoppers, thinking that they represent evil spirits. But the little stutterer could only eat this stuff.

‘Hey, what’s the evil or not, this grasshopper, I will have to eat it even if I am the lord in the future. ’

After taking a look at it for the last time, George took a step and planned to leave. But his heel accidentally touched a small jar.

When he bent down to pick up the jar, he found that it was filled with some white dust, which made him feel very familiar.

He frowned and thought about it. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of things from the bag around his waist. After comparing, he found that it was exactly the same as the things in the small jar!

‘The villagers said that Rona went to the cemetery in the morning. It seems that these things should be what she collected in the cemetery. But these dusts are invisible to mortals. And I can only see them when I carry the Word of the Rune’

The little witch’s score in his heart has risen a little bit.

Without being polite to Rona, George directly put those things into his bag.

He originally planned to look for it when he went to the cemetery. If he hadn’t seen this thing today, he would have forgotten it!

He is almost going crazy now! As for whether this thing can be sold or not, put it away first! Those special merchants should collect strange things-thinking of this, George suddenly widened his eyes!

He found that the whole room was full of silver foxes!

"Fuck!!" George shouted excitedly.

These things are special items and can be sold for money!

Over the years, this girl has accumulated a lot of inventory. After catching them all, they can definitely sell for a lot of money.

Thinking of this, George rushed out of the door and planned to ask someone to move it. However, when he was working on the broken door, he almost broke it.

"My lord, what are you busy with?" A voice suddenly sounded behind George, scaring the thief so much that he almost jumped up.

"You damn bastard! Don't show up behind me suddenly next time, bullshit! I thought it was a ghost!" George wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked towards the cemetery, and found Martin. The patrol team members were all in the cemetery.

Martin pursed his lips and pretended to be pitiful and aggrieved: "Boss, it's almost noon. The residents have come back to eat one after another, so I came back to replace them. Don't worry, Jack is still taking care of you. As for the farmers who are working, he will come back when the other group of people has passed."

After saying this, Martin yawned: "Half of the corpses outside have been brought back."

George followed Martin's gaze to the cemetery in the distance and found a few recruits unloading the bodies on the cart.

"I understand." He nodded and said, "Don't be in a hurry to go back. I'll give you a task - guard this door. Listen carefully, if any mice or the like come in, you will Let’s practice hard together with the bad people!”

"..."

"Don't worry, you can stay here and don't let the newcomers in. I'll call a few more people over later. You guys can load all the things inside into my car and transport them back to the tavern - remember to cover them with oilcloth." George took the photo. He patted Martin on the shoulder and said, "You've done a great job these days. I'll ask the old blacksmith to get you some armor later."

The so-called good armor is also chain mail, but in the shelter and even now in the entire valley, it is probably considered a good thing. Although this mail armor will not be used for a few days, each of the subordinates will have one, but the family emblem that is reminiscent of the knight master can be slowly printed to encourage (hu) (you) of the retinues

Sure enough, after hearing this, Martin straightened his back immediately and felt that it was extremely honorable to help the boss handle his 'private affairs'. He stretched his thumb towards the house behind him: "Is that girl in there too?"

George, who had just taken two steps, staggered and almost slipped to the ground.

(The strength of wizards in this world is in the category of medieval legends. Many people will wear a sword. In addition, any legendary creature that finds a weakness can be killed by mortals, so there is no insurmountable gap (the ancient gods have a gap). And In mainland legends, many heroes are often just ordinary people at first until they have firm faith and courage).