Eagle Flag of Epirus

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"I didn't expect that there would be such a thing here?" Justinian muttered to himself, looking at the small arbor in front of him. The Cinchona Frost Tree that shouldn't have grown here is really in front of his eyes at this time, he couldn't help but believe it, but this shouldn't be something that should be on the Old World. Quinine, a miraculous plant transplanted by Europeans from the Incas to Eurasian after the opening of the new sea route, became a good medicine for later generations to treat malaria, but now it grows quietly in the valleys of the Balkans. No wonder that in the eyes of Sergius and these Albanians, this is an extremely precious miraculous medicine.

The brother Sergius on the side did not notice Justinian’s shock, and said to himself: “Just cut off a small piece of bark and rinse it with water and it will be curative. This has been for the mountain people for many years. My secret, I also came here accidentally as a guest back then when the illness came down like a mountain. I thought it was a fate but was saved by it. I think this tree should also be able to save His Royal Highness Irina."

"I hope so!" Justinian said uncertainly. He didn't know whether the seriously ill girl had wind chill or malaria. Both are possible. The cold on the mountain or the flea in the harsh environment on the march. , Are enough to crush the thin body of the noble girl. Although he happened to recognize the herbal medicine, he knew nothing about medicine, but now he can only be a dead horse. After all, Justinian took out the knife from his arms and carefully cut off a small piece of bark and took the kerchief to wrap it up, but when the blade touched the Cinchona Frost Tree, there was a pendant box hanging around his neck. Suddenly he could react without warning.

"Familiar feeling." The ethereal and childish voice that only Justinian could hear sounded again at this time.

"Is it another fragment?" The locket that hadn't responded for a full year awakened again, and it was the only possibility that could make it react.

However, the ark replied: "Unfortunately, no. I just woke up after digesting the fragments in the iron crown. It's just that there are things left by people I knew before."

"You mean—" Justinian seemed to have discovered something terrible from the emotionless voice of the ark. It seemed that he was not the only co-worker of the ark. This is what he has always been There is a guess.

And the ethereal voice obviously felt the change in Justinian’s emotions, and immediately responded to his doubts, “These trees were planted here by that person back then. He came across time and space just like you. The difference is He happened to have this kind of thing on his body. I remember he said that it would be of great use in the future, and the large amount of sulfur and nitrate under this hot spring was the first thing he discovered, saying that it can be used to make some kind of'gunpowder'. , It’s the inflammable product that you spent a lot of time making before. It’s a pity that he never came back here until the end. Unexpectedly, you turned over and over again and found it here."

Speaking of this, there seems to be a hint of playfulness in the ethereal voice.

And Justinian asked curiously: "Then why didn't he come back here?"

"Because he died, the mission failed just like the one I picked before, nothing more. If you don't find all the other fragments, maybe I can introduce you to others in this way after many years." Answered, the tone was flat without the slightest fluctuation. But this short sentence was full of pressure, as if a heavy hammer hit Justinian’s chest. Justinian didn’t even react, and the Ark beat him back to reality. Go in.

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"Your Excellency Justinian? Justinian!"

Brother Sergius' voice rang in his ears. When Justinian reacted again, the stagnant time flowed again, and the pendant box hanging around his neck did not respond. Only then did he realize that The blood was flowing in his hand at this moment.

It turned out that one inadvertently cut his finger with a short knife, and the blood soaked the cut bark. Sergius also looked at Justinian with weird eyes, wondering why the young man had been talking well just now, why suddenly the young man was completely lost like a different person. After a period of time, he didn’t think The young man was in a trance to this point.

"Tsk!" Looking at the wound that is not shallow or deep, Justinian simply bandaged it. He didn't care about the wound, but was about to cut a piece of bark off again.

But at this time, Bogdani, who had been waiting silently by his side, walked over and stopped the movement of Justinian’s hand, saying: "You can only cut the bark once at a time. This is the rule set by the elders. It’s an exception to allow you to do this during this season." These trees are the sacred trees in the eyes of the Albanians in the valley. Outsiders take it twice in a row. After all, the other mountain people on the left and right watched unkindly. Obviously, if Justinian cuts even an inch of bark, these Albanians will have to fight him hard.

Seeing this, the Brother Sergius behind him poked Justinian with his elbow so that he would accept it as soon as he saw it, "Forget it, even a bit of blood will not affect the curative effect~www.mtlnovel. com~ At this time, don’t be too unpleasant, otherwise it will be difficult for them to trust."

"It can only be so." Justinian no longer had any conflict with the mountain people, and took the short knife and the wrapped bark into his arms. But what he cares about now is not this matter, but the large amount of sulfur and nitrate ore under the hot springs that the Ark of the Covenant talked about earlier.

Although he carefully produced a small amount of black powder in the Peloponnese and killed the Latins unexpectedly on the battlefield, he was a drop in the bucket on the stormy battlefield of the entire Roman Empire. He used leather cannons when regaining Athens. It exhausted all of Justinian's previous accumulation, which made him very distressed. Charcoal and sulfur are not particularly problematic, but there is no stable source of nitrate, and mass production of gunpowder is duckweed. If there really is a high-quality nitrate under this hot spring, there is no doubt that Justinian has to get what he said, but looking at the attitude of the current mountain people, it may not be so easy to break the ground here. But in any case, it was an unexpected joy. Quietly made up his mind, Justinian stood up quietly and walked out of the valley. At this moment, the Albanian mountain people who had been preparing to go outside were also ready to go.

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