My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 50 Master
After Kroun finished the morning's Golden Light Spell visualization, he hurriedly left the house.

He walked towards the east side of the town, and when he was about to walk out of the town, he stopped in front of a fence.

"Old Hans, come out to pick up the guests," Crown shouted towards the simple wooden house inside the fence.

The wrinkled old man half-opened the door and poked his head out of the room.

When he saw the visitor, his face was immediately filled with a smile, as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Master Crown, why do you have time to come here?"

Ever since the herbalist bought his herbal medicine, Master Tiantian started shouting.

The reason is very simple. When the other party purchases herbs, as long as the quality is up to standard, they want them all and pay in cash.

For a period of time, a certain medicinal material was produced in large quantities, and the other party did not lower the price at all.

For such a conscientious person, calling him a master is not too much, right?
"Hey," Croun smiled faintly. He corrected the title several times, but the other party never changed his words and just let him go.

"Old Hans, you are the most experienced herbal picker in this town. I will place an order with you. I will pick the herbs I urgently need in the future, and the price will be guaranteed to your satisfaction."

The smile on the old man's face became even more enthusiastic. He bowed his head slightly and said:

"Tell me, I should pay more attention when going up the mountain. The snow is coming soon. If I can make more money, I will go into the mountain today."

"Do you know the star fern leaves, that kind of herb with long and narrow leaves, jagged edges, and stems covered with white stars?"

Seeing the old man nodding, Crown continued: "There is a special star fern with leaves that look like dripping red blood. I will pay you 10 silver coins for a complete plant."

"You want to accept this? Old Moya said this kind of herb is the best," Old Hans said halfway before he quickly changed his mind and said, "You can't go back on this price!"

He knew there was a place that contained some of these herbs that could not be used before. If he got these, he could earn a few gold shields for free.

Kroun knew what the other party was going to say before he finished speaking. The mutated herb was too strong, and ordinary medicines could not use such a strong herb.

He curled his lips and said in a deep voice: "Don't I have any credibility with you?"

The old man shook his head repeatedly and said with a smile: "Master, you certainly have credibility, I can't believe it!"

Crown informed Old Hans of several mutated herbs used in the stamina potion one by one, then turned and left.

Running wildly, he ran from the easternmost side of the town to the westernmost church.

On the training ground of the church, two priests and two soldiers were talking and laughing.

He walked forward quickly, put his hand in the middle of his chest, bowed his head and greeted several believers: "May the Lord of Flame light our way forward."

Several people returned the greeting: "May the Lord of Flame light our way forward."

Nick looked at Crown for a few seconds and then slowly said: "I heard from the two warriors that you have learned to breathe fire?"

"Yes, Father."

This is nothing to hide, Croun admitted generously, and he planned to establish a clear persona for himself: a powerful Crusader warrior.

The priest's expression was one of shock and relief. He really didn't expect that one of his free moves would yield such a harvest.

Hamfa's face was full of exclamation: "You can learn the breathing method in one day. This kind of talent is top-notch among the Pope's Flame Guards. I wonder if I would be honored to invite future flame warriors to practice?"

He spoke politely and with a sincere tone, not condescending at all because he was an exorcist priest.

Everyone was carrying the sedan chair. Croun glanced at the priest, and when he saw the other person nodded slightly, he said: "I am just a little warrior who has just started. I am going to practice now. Please feel free to correct me."

He followed the order of the graphics on the parchment and began to practice his flame breathing.

After a while, white steam steamed from his body.Seeing this phenomenon, Hamfa nodded to his old friend: "That's right, it's the early sign of getting started with the breathing method. Congratulations!"

Nick also had a smile on his face: "It's all because of his own efforts that he is where he is today."

Hamfa turned his head and asked: "Have there been any traces of the group of cultists responsible for the massacre in Zhaludo Village from the patrol team in the past few days?"

The priest shook his head: "The traces disappeared in the mountains. The patrol team are just mortals who dare not stay in the mountains overnight. I need to stay at the church and have not gone deep into the mountains. The clues are probably broken long ago."

"What are you going to do? We can't stay here for long. The real test is coming soon. Rhine City is short of manpower."

Nick sneered: "The church has so many manpower left there, but it is short of manpower? Old friends, don't lie to me, a real person."

Hamfa sighed, said softly, "Follow me," and turned to leave.

The priest had a slightly cold look on his face, and after a few seconds, he slowly followed.

Crown practiced the breathing technique several times, and when he saw the two priests leaving, he decided to stop practicing.

"Hi, you two!"

He greeted me warmly.

Savas hummed and turned away, but Marshall responded to his greeting with a smile.

He didn't take it seriously. The two of them were going to leave eventually. As long as their relationship was going well, it didn't matter if they couldn't have a deep friendship.

Crown turned around and looked at the two priests talking in the distance.

He could see the disbelief on Nick's face and the doubt in his eyes.

After a while, the two walked towards the venue.

Nick glanced at the three Crusaders and said in a deep voice: "Today, I will lead the three of you deep into the mountains to track and investigate a case. We will spend the night in the mountains. Regardless of whether we find anything, we will find out before noon tomorrow. return."

"Yes", the three warriors responded in unison, their voices loud and powerful.

The priest nodded with satisfaction and said to his old friend: "Hamfa, I leave this place to you."

Pastor Bai Jing gave the other party a firm smile: "May the Lord of Fire protect you."

The two stretched out their palms and clapped them together, and Nick gave instructions to the soldiers: "Execute the order, the field combat supplies are in the church warehouse, follow me."

The four of them neatly put on their light leather armors, put camping supplies on their horses, and rode out of the church.Everyone was speeding along the path to the northwest.

In late autumn, the road is desolate.

Only a few sparse leaves on the poplar and sycamore trees are still hanging firmly on the treetops, and the wild grass is withered and yellow, lying weakly on the ground.

Looking into the distance, one feels a touch of sadness from the bottom of his heart.

The horses were strong, and in less than 10 minutes, the group arrived at Zarudo Village.

Crown saw several piles of ashes in the open space at the end of the village.

When I got closer and took a closer look, I found that there were many messy gray footprints on the ground, and there were still many unburned bones in the embers of the fire. Judging from the appearance of the bones, they were clearly human bones.

He looked around and found that there was no one on the road in the village.

It was quiet in all directions, except for the "whooshing" sound of the cold wind blowing through my ears.

He felt that his voice was a little dry: "Father, what happened here, why can't the villagers see one?"

(End of this chapter)