Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 25 Moon Water

   Half-elves are not very good at fighting, but they are very quick at work. After a while, green tents popped up like mushrooms after the rain.

  One of the tents was used as a field hospital, and all the seriously wounded were carried in. More than a dozen people were seriously injured, and it seemed that they would not survive tonight.

   Only a few of these injured half-elves were wounded by swords, and most of them were bitten and scratched by gnolls. Some had a large piece of flesh bitten off from their shoulders, the wounds were so deep that the shoulder blades could be seen, and some had a big hole in their stomachs cut open by their claws.

  Robin has joined the army, so he is very familiar with such scenes. Soon the wounds of these wounded will become inflamed and pus, and then they will start to have a high fever, and then lose consciousness. If you are lucky, you will die tonight. If you are unlucky, you can last for a few more days, and finally die slowly in pain and suffering.

   There is a shortage of medicines in the wilderness. Robin can't think of any way to save these unlucky people. He can only see if their lives are tough. Maybe they can survive, but the chances are really slim.

  Thinking that these half-elves who are about to die are blood carriers, Robin can't help but feel a pity, these are excellent warrior seedlings.

  If they can be loyal to Robin, they have every chance to become powerful elf warriors like their ancestors, and fight bravely for the lord on the battlefield.

  Robin was sighing to himself, when suddenly Aisha took out a cylindrical glass bottle from her arms, which contained a light blue unknown liquid.

  He was immediately attracted, what is this?

  Healing Potion? No, the healing potion should be red.

  Robin saw healing potions when he was in the army. The effect of that thing was astonishing, but the price was equally astonishing. Only an officer would be willing to spend a lot of money to buy a bottle of healing potion for himself to save his life.

  Is it the blessed holy water of the Holy Light Church? It doesn't look like it either.

  Although Robin has never seen the blessing holy water, he heard that the blessing holy water should be golden, and that thing is more expensive than healing potions, even ordinary nobles can't afford it. How could such a small tribe of half-elfs who spread out to the wasteland have holy water for blessings.

  The lord guessed on this side, but Aisha didn't stop for a moment.

  She walked into the tent and fed each wounded person to drink the blue liquid in the bottle with her own hands. The severely wounded could take a big sip, while the lightly wounded could only take a sip.

  Whatever this pale blue liquid is, it undoubtedly has healing properties.

  Robin ran curiously all the way to the camp of the wounded, poked his head inside to observe the condition of the wounded. The result surprised him, the healing effect of the light blue liquid was immediate.

  After drinking the liquid, the painful expressions of the severely wounded immediately eased, and the wounds on their bodies began to heal rapidly visible to the naked eye.

  The slightly wounded even took off the bandages wrapped around the wounds. Under the bandages, the wounds had scabbed over. They moved their injured arms and legs, and they were almost intact.

  Thanks to this light blue liquid, all of the seriously wounded recovered their lives, and the lightly wounded recovered immediately.

   Robin was stunned by the side, like a bumpkin who had never seen the world. He immediately turned around to stop Aisha, and asked curiously, "What is this blue liquid you used?"

  Aisha shook the glass bottle with a bottom left, and replied proudly: "This is called moon water. It has healing properties. It's a secret tradition of our half-elves. It's normal if you haven't heard of it."

  When she was introducing, her pointed ears moved a little from time to time.

  Moon water, Robin kept this word firmly in his heart, and at the same time a greedy thought came to his head: I have to make some of such a good thing!

   "Cough cough." The lord pretended to cough twice, and then said to Aisha.

   "Aisha, I saved your tribe's life, and you also said that you are willing to repay me. In this case, I think you can give me twenty bottles of moon water, and you will repay my life-saving grace."

  The effect of moon water is comparable to advanced healing potion. Such a magical potion is an absolute strategic material. At critical moments, it can even save the lives of the army and determine the direction of a war.

  Even if it is sold, a bottle of the lowest-level healing potion costs ten gold, and a bottle of high-level healing potion can even be sold for fifty gold. Robin thought, even if the sale is at a loss, forty gold for a bottle of moon water is definitely no problem, and twenty bottles are worth eight hundred gold!

  A total of 800 gold, what a huge pile in front of him. Robin, a poor ghost, has never seen so much golden gold in his life. For the first time, he felt that a rich life was so close to him.

   "Well, I'm very sorry, Lord Robin."

  Aisha's voice suddenly brought Robin back to reality. When he saw the matriarch's face showing embarrassment, he hesitated to speak, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

   "I'm sorry, Lord Robin, it's very difficult to produce moon water. Our tribe has been saving for three years, and we only managed to save such a small bottle." Aisha explained slowly, with an embarrassed expression on her face.

   Robin stared blankly at the female half-elf. This dream of getting rich was shattered before it even started. For a moment, he felt hopeless and speechless.

  He finally understood why he had never heard of the potion "Moon Water". Even though its effects were astonishing, half-elves couldn't afford such a pitiful output, so how could the world know about it?

  Robin sighed helplessly, feeling greatly disappointed, left a weak "Okay", then turned and left.

  But after walking a few steps, Robin stopped suddenly, turned his head abruptly, and said to Aisha who was still standing there: "Since the moon water is gone, you have to repay me with other things."

   "Of course, Lord Baron." Aisha bowed slightly and saluted, the smile on her face was impeccable.

  …

  After Robin walked away, an older female half-elf came to Elsa.

   "Aunt Mei." Seeing each other, Aisha immediately smiled.

  Aunt Mei brought Aisha a glass of water, and said with concern: "Take a sip, you have worked hard."

   "Thank you, Aunt May."

  Aisha took the water glass and drank it down in a very disfigured manner. In fact, her throat was already smoking, but she was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink.

  Although Aunt Mei is a little older, she still has charm. The fine lines around her eyes cannot hide her mature charm, and her long dark red wavy hair is like fire.

   She looked at the back of the lord leaving, and asked Aisha: "This lord, is it trustworthy?"

  Aisha sighed helplessly: "We have no other better choice now."

   "I think he is probably an awakened person." Aunt Mei said.

  Aisha nodded approvingly: "That's right, this Sir is very strong, even a little scary."

   The scene of Robin fighting in and out of the gnoll camp, Aisha still vividly remembers it. That scene was so shocking that the matriarch felt that she would hardly forget it in her life.

  Aisha didn't see Robin using grudge. An ordinary fighter can't be so powerful, so there is only one reasonable explanation, Robin is an awakened person.

   However, from the outside, Robin is no different from ordinary people, and Aisha can't tell what kind of bloodline awakener Robin is.

   "Moreover, not only is this lord an Awakened, but about half of his guards are Awakened." Aisha said slowly with a serious expression.

   "How is this possible?" Aunt Mei showed an expression of disbelief, her beautiful eyes wide open. "This lord looks very poor, how could he gather so many awakened soldiers?"

  Her doubts are not unreasonable. The awakened are high-level arms, and only the great nobles have strong funds to train them. Fighting wars is fighting for money, which is an iron law no matter what era.

  Aisha returned the water glass to Aunt Mei, with a very determined expression on her face: "Aunt Mei, please believe my eyes."

  She then said very seriously: "Although this territory is very poor, its military strength is too strong. Aunt Mei, thank you for telling the tribe not to conflict with the locals. This Lord Robin, we cannot afford to offend."

  Aunt Mei showed concern and nodded: "I see."

  Aisha sighed wearily again. She felt as if she was dancing on eggs, and if she took a wrong step, she would be doomed.

  (end of this chapter)