our family is gone

Chapter 230 Inspection
As soon as Grindel left Lance, she found Boudica. She was already frightened by being imprisoned by a witch. In this strange and weird place, only Boudica, who is also a barbarian, could bring her a sense of security.

And it is obvious that neither of them intends to rest. One is afraid to sleep, and the other is that they have had enough sleep. Their similar backgrounds make them closer as people in foreign lands.

The topic of the two naturally could not help but shift to Lance.

"How did you get here?"

Boudica was lying on the bed, her eyes were covered with gauze because of the application of the medicine. The use of the medicine greatly relieved the pain on her body, so that she could finally lie down peacefully.

Since she contracted the disease, illness and blindness tormented her at first, and it was worse for her than killing her for someone with such energy to become like this.

But out of her trust in Lance, she didn't want to die. On the contrary, she got used to it after getting through the anxiety.
During this period of time, the suffering did not take away her mind, but the inability to see made her see herself clearly.

The mania and irritability brought about by being expelled from the tribe gradually faded away from her body, and she seemed to have returned to the time when she lay motionless and lurked in the forest for two days in order to kill the beast.

Calmness is what a hunter should look like.

When faced with Grindel's question, Boudica might not have answered directly if it had been changed before, and would even be furious and scold back.

Because whether she was exiled by the tribe or captured by the slave owner, she wanted to escape and never wanted to touch the memory.

But now she didn't do that, but accepted herself, and after a moment of silence, she slowly talked about herself.

"It was a war..."

Obviously, Grindel spoke first, but it soon became Boudica's self-narration.

Grindale couldn't help but sigh that the fate of the two is so similar.

He is also a genius, emerging at a young age.

He also ran away and survived the tragic war alone.

Also dazzled by guilt and hatred, blind revenge.

He was also in trouble, and was rescued by that man in the end.

The almost overlapping experiences made Grindel feel sympathetic to each other, but it seems like some kind of unspeakable fate that the two can meet here.

The appearance of trust gave her the greatest comfort since the accident, and the tense nerves could not help but relieved.

"What about him? What kind of person do you think he is?" Grindel asked, pointing out that no one knows without saying anything.

But more importantly, she did not use the common language as before, but spoke the language of the mountain barbarians.

Although he knew for a long time that the pharmacist who treated him was a barbarian, but hearing this familiar language still made Boudica feel a little close.

But when faced with this question, she was silent.

To be honest, she hadn't thought about this question before, and now she can't help thinking about it.

"You mean boss?"

Speaking of which, Boudica couldn't help recalling the first time the two met, and now thinking about it still feels a little strange.

At that time, the boss seemed to see through him with just one glance, as if he was naked in front of him.

"The boss is a very strange person. He is different from those imperial people. He has never looked down on me, and he treats me very well..."

Boudica didn't have any scheming at all, just telling Grindale how she felt about Lance.

Lance did hit Boudica a few times, and it wasn't serious.

But isn't fighting just like eating to her?

Not to mention that she picked things up on her own three times, so she has no hatred for Lance at all.

Boudica is just lazy to use her brain, she is not stupid, on the contrary she is very sensitive to other people's feelings.

Although Disma and the others didn't react too much, it's just that the relationship between the two parties is usually very distant.

In fact, she knew that they looked down on her barbarian status at all, it was just because of the boss's existence that they didn't show it too much.

Even the eyes of Tiffany, who was taking care of her injured herself at that time, were pitiful, and she didn't need sympathy.

Even in the tribe, if she defeated all her peers, there would still be people who would question her identity as a woman.

Sometimes caring does not mean respect, and she Boudica is not one of those weak people who need sympathy from others.

Among these people, the boss is the only one who treats him very well. He doesn't look down on him at all because he is a barbarian and a woman. He treats her as he treats others, and treats her equally.

And I will also give myself alcohol to drink. It would be perfect if I don't force myself to learn to speak.

If Grindale knew that Boudica's kindness to her was to give her wine, she would probably be speechless.

But when it comes to Grindel, he also thinks that when the two sides met for the first time, he actually trusted himself to drink the antidote.

And when he rushed back later, he could clearly feel that the other people, even the one he rescued, were vaguely wary of him, but that man seemed very calm, and he trusted him very much in the following series of things.

I have to say that this kind of inexplicable trust is indeed easy to gain favor with, but I didn't notice it before because I was eager to leave here as soon as possible.

Now calm down, from the time we met to just now, I have not revealed any discrimination, even if I refused just now.

Adding Boudica's words, this is not something that can be pretended.

For a while, she became more and more interested in Lance, and couldn't help but keep asking Boudica about the experience between the two.

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"Those medicines are indeed effective, and the patient's condition has stabilized, but I feel that there is an element of anesthesia..." Paracelsus flipped through the records in his hand and reported the situation to Lance.

Although he didn't want to admit it, that witch did control the worsening of the plague.

It's just that the competitive Paracelsus didn't think it was that simple, and she could solve it if she gave herself more time.

So she made another request.

"I want to apply for human experiments."

Lance felt a little headache when he heard this, no matter how many prisoners you do, it's not enough for you to play.

However, Lance also understands that if he wants to do research, he must consume materials, so he added after a few seconds of silence.

"Do you remember the experimental rats I told you about? Let's use those little mice first, and then use humans to verify the situation after confirming the situation."

Lance was very foresighted, knowing that the consumption of the experimental subject would be huge no matter what, so he arranged for people to catch mice near the granary.

It's just that the virus carried by the mouse has the risk of spreading to humans.

The small mice used in the experiment must not use those. They need to be domesticated to obtain pure white mice.

But now that Paracelsus is like this, then leave this matter to her and draw her attention.

However, we must find a way to add some experimental subjects, there are not many in the sanatorium now.

After sending her out, he raised his head and looked outside. The sun had already risen, so it should be past seven o'clock. According to the time when he got up at five o'clock in the past, he slept late today.

After running for several days in a row, the teammates changed. Although they were tired, they had a little rest, but he didn't rest at all. After finally finishing off the witch, things calmed down a little, so he dared to sleep for two more hours.

That means he can control his body at any time, otherwise he would have died suddenly from such a high-intensity job.

Now that they are all up, there is no intention of continuing to be lazy.

I saw Wangcai was gnawing on a bone and grinding his teeth. He had to eat a whole chicken every day, or five catties of fish. He's fine.

"Let's go outside for a walk."

Lance yelled, and Wangcai immediately dropped the bone stick and ran over.

Lance wandered around the town, it was an inspection, and it was also a stroll.

Wangcai followed beside him, his wolf eyes swept across as if examining his own territory.

When the two of them match up, it's like a dandy letting a vicious dog run wild.

It's just that the surrounding townspeople didn't react too much to this, and they had long been accustomed to the existence of Wangcai.

The people were also very scared when they saw the white wolf at first, and the wild beast meant danger to them.

But after knowing that it was raised by the lord, I was not so afraid, and it had never bitten anyone, so I got used to it.

Lance came to the school, which was partially remodeled from the church.

The front prayer hall was converted into an auditorium, while the supporting buildings behind were converted into a school and student dormitories.

Most of the orphans he rescued and the children of other townspeople are here.

Three to six-year-olds are kindergartens. In fact, it is to centralize the management of those children, liberate the labor force of parents, and provide simple basic education.

Primary school is at the age of six to nine. They start to learn characters, numbers, and simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Of course, physical exercise is indispensable.

Nine to 13 years old is the really important thing, start to divide subjects, study intensity increases, and at the same time need to be an apprentice, to work, to exercise.

At the age of 14, he becomes an adult, and Lance selects outstanding talents from among them, and the rest is naturally to fill the labor force of the town.

That's right, in this era where the average age is 40 to 14, one becomes an adult at the age of [-].

It's just that not everyone in the school can come in. Thirty copper coins a month, converted to almost one copper coin a day, but they are responsible for three meals, including eggs and milk.

To be honest, he has lost a lot at this price, and even the teachers' remuneration needs to be subsidized by him to operate.

But he didn't do this to make money, but to get rid of the church's control over them ideologically...

Then put on your own control.

All the textbooks are written by him, and it is Hamlet's hope that these people grow up.

Of course, only the children of those craftsmen can enter, and the combined daily income of the two parents can afford it with six or seven copper coins.

And those orphans need to work for him after they grow up to repay the loan.

As for those farmers, Lance actually opened up student loans, lending them money to go to school, and there is also the option of boarding.

It's just that not many farmers can make up their minds, and only a small number choose to take loans and send their children to school, and all of them are boys.

As for most of them, they want their children to grow up quickly to help them farm, and their girls to marry quickly so as not to waste food, and it is even outrageous that they marry at the age of ten.

Don't overestimate the logic of people at the bottom of this era. The church and the empire taught them to obey, but they never thought, let alone vision.

Lance knew it, but he didn't stop it. He just stipulated that he must be at least 14 years old to get married.

If you want to change your mind, you have to start with this generation, not to mention that he needs someone to help him farm, and there are not so many jobs in the town for graduates.

Sometimes a person's future has been determined as early as the previous generation...

Lance didn't have breakfast when he came out, and it happened to be lunch at the end of the school's morning exercise, so he ate here by the way, and he could make a surprise check to see if those guys dared to deduct students' meals.

When he walked into the dining hall, it caused some commotion. All the students knew Lance, and they all knew that the lord saved them from suffering.

Lance didn't have too much airs, he just sat among them and ate the same as them.

Suffering carried through their childhood and made these children mature more precociously than their peers. Their eyes have long lost the innocence of children, but cautious, cautious eyes, as if they were afraid of offending adults.

Lance had suffered when he was a child, and he knew the price of being sensible. This is not a good thing to praise at all, and even he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

too bitter……

But under the current conditions, it is impossible for him to do anything special, and everyone must do their part for Hamlet.

There is no hurry to leave, but to stay here and talk to them as gently as possible.

"Let me test you, what is one thousand minus seven?"

"Nine hundred and ninety-three." A child answered in response.

"Very good, the answer is correct." Lance looked over and found that it was the child named Isaac he had rescued in Totnes before.

The reason why I remember it is because this is a child with extraordinary talent, and he immediately smiled and waved to him, "Come here."

The child walked up to Lance cautiously, only daring to look up slightly.

"I remember your name is Isaac, right? You must study hard in the future." Lance smiled and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, then took out a copper coin and handed it to him, "Remember, mathematics analyzes everything .”

Isaac didn't expect the lord to remember his name, and he was stunned for a while. When he reacted, he looked at the copper coin in his hand, and the next second he clenched the copper coin, looked at the figure, and whispered Soliloquy.

"Mathematics explains everything..."

Lance continued to test them with various questions, and the children became active. They felt the power brought by knowledge, which made the lord pay attention to themselves and made others look enviously.

When they found out that the lord was not that kind of aristocratic lord, they also slowly relaxed, and the scene seemed chattering for a while.

But Lance didn't feel agitated at all, and communicated with them gently.

Talking to them does not require any skills, children are the most innocent, even those who have suffered, just need to calm down to gain their trust and give them the right guidance.

Talk about any difficulties in their life.

Talk about any difficulties in their studies.

Talk about whether the school staff treat them well, whether they beat or scold them...

(End of this chapter)