Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 663: Past events lost in the snow

The news about a powerful doctor emerging from the Wolf Blood King's camp spread quickly, and many people who had seen him said that the doctor's methods were like miracles and beyond imagination.

On the first day, because the news had not yet been fully circulated, not many people came. In the afternoon, Gus simply pulled the injured and neglected slaves in the king's camp over to let Heshia treat them.

On the second day, more and more people came after hearing the news, and they lined up in a long queue outside the tent.

On the third day, Gus felt that it would be a shame not to charge more at this time, so the price of medical treatment was increased again, and he would even add an additional fee based on the severity of the illness.

On the fourth day, almost everyone in the royal camp knew about the existence of this miraculous doctor, and many people from surrounding settlements also rushed over.

On the fifth day, after a busy morning, Heshia finally had the chance to take a walk during her break at noon.

There are not many food stalls in the Wolf Blood King Camp. Heshia has eaten barbecue several times in a row at noon and is a little sick of it today.

What should I eat? Heshia walked on the street and glanced around.

There are many stalls here that cook mixed meat soup, which is to put meat, skin, fat, vegetables and some seasonings into a pot to boil, and then serve it out and sell it to customers. It can be said that the method is the simplest, and the requirements for ingredients are also extremely broad. If it were not for the lack of spices and the smell of mutton or rotten fish, Heshia might try it.

As expected, she still didn't want to touch this kind of thing. She shook her head and turned to the only shop selling baked bread. Although it was expensive and tasted bland, it was at least acceptable.

Walking into the bakery, there is a faint sweet fragrance in the stone house. There are not many customers here. After all, eating bread is indeed a luxury.

A few customers were chatting with the owner, and they seemed to be regulars. Occasionally they would steal a glance at a woman in a purple gauze dress in the store. She was tall, with her hair tied up, her face covered with a veil, and silver pendants on her ears, which swayed gently as she walked, reflecting a little light. Combined with her face that was looming behind the veil, she had a special charm.

After bringing the selected bread to the front desk, the woman took out the five blood-seal copper coins issued by Wang Ying and placed them on the table, making a jingling sound.

"Three loaves of bread cost a total of 42 pieces of parchment blood seals. I'll give you eight pieces of parchment blood seals instead." The shopkeeper quickly put the silver coins into the drawer, then took out eight worn parchment blood seals and handed them to the woman.

When taking the banknote, their fingers touched slightly, and the owner seemed to have a sudden sense of happiness and joy, and his eyes narrowed.

"Can you tell me about what's happening in Wangying recently? I haven't been here for a long time." The woman didn't rush to leave, still leaning against the front desk. The whiteness on her chest attracted the attention of several people at the front desk.

"What happened recently..." The shop owner seemed to be lost in thought, recalling the past with a fuzzy mind.

"Oh, yes. Recently, a famous doctor came to Wangying. It is said that he has an agreement with Wangying's chief steward that he will stay here for a few days to treat various patients who come and go."

"Oh, what kind of person is that doctor?"

……

Afterwards, the two of them talked and asked questions one by one, and the owner and several people at the front desk slowly pieced together what had happened during this period.

While they were talking, Heshia had actually already chosen the bread, but she didn't rush over. She stood aside and listened to how others described and viewed her.

"That doctor is so good, wasn't there any rumor about him before?" the woman was curious. Her voice was a little coquettish, and surprisingly young compared to her mature figure.

"That... I don't know. Some people seem to say that the doctor must have come from the east, where there was an insect plague. Plus, he came here to buy food, so he must have fled here."

Seeing that she couldn't get any specific details, the woman changed the subject, "When I came here, someone said that they saw the butterfly-eyed species. I heard that this species hasn't appeared on the grassland for more than ten years."

"Yes, it seems that the tent treatment set up by the doctor this time is related to the butterfly species. At that time, there was a butterfly species slave..."

While the two were talking, an idle guest nearby wanted to attract the woman's attention, so he interjected.

"I know that Lord Gus investigated the illegal importation of Butterfly Eye slaves into the city and beheaded the slave trader."

"Why do you take him so seriously? He's just a slave," someone asked puzzled.

"You don't know this..." The guest lowered his voice at this point.

"In the past, this grassland was not dominated by the Wolfblood species alone. The Butterflyeye species were also a powerful force at that time. But later, the Wolfblood Queen was promoted. She led the Wolfblood species and a group of settlements to kill the Butterflyeye species and caused them to flee in all directions. Now we can no longer see them."

"The cat-tail species, fox-tail species, and the rare willow-spirit species, were all vassals of the butterfly-eye species in the past, hehe." After saying that, he couldn't help feeling a little proud when he saw everyone looking at him so intently.

"Most people don't know about this kind of thing. I heard it from my grandfather." No one records history on the grassland, and many things are often forgotten because the people who lived there no longer come back.

After discussing this topic, everyone felt satisfied, and the woman in purple left the store with the bread.

Seeing the other party leave, Tilan watched for a while, then walked to the front desk to pay the bill.

"A portion of bread costs 15 paper blood seals." Paper blood seals are seals stamped with special dyes on parchment. They are the most basic currency in Wang Ying and are very simple to make.

Tilan took out a few coins from her waist bag. These copper and silver coins were obviously much more exquisite and were also made by craftsmen in the king's camp.

"Okay." After collecting the money, the owner handed the bread to Tilan.

The girl walked on the road while tearing bread and eating it. The texture was a bit like sawdust, but not so hard, and had a slightly salty taste after fermentation. Tilan recalled the news she had just heard and the woman in purple not long ago.

It was obvious that the woman used some charm-type spell ability, but she was very skilled and the process was smooth, and did not attract the attention of the owner and the customers. Under her intentional guidance, a lot of valuable information was obtained.

This kind of spell is very similar to the one used by Lu Qing, the leader of the foxtail species. Either this woman is also a superior species of a new race, or her race has a certain charm ability.

When she heard the news about the Butterfly-Eyed Clan, her emotions obviously fluctuated greatly. It seemed that she must be someone related to the Butterfly-Eyed Clan. And when talking about the Wolf-Blood Clan, this woman also had some hidden hostility, but she concealed it very well and did not show it. If Tilan was not a singer, she would not be able to detect it.

This purple-clothed woman was probably here for the prisoner of the Butterfly-Eyed Clan. Coincidentally, that Butterfly-Eyed Clan was rescued by herself. It seemed that the other party would come to her sooner or later, but she didn't know whether they would do it secretly or openly.

After eating half of the bun, Tilan really didn't want to continue. Looking at the remaining half, she turned her head, gave it to a beggar on the street, and then returned to the tent in the middle of the king's camp.

In the afternoon, there was another busy period. Many of the patients this time came from other places and their conditions were rather difficult, otherwise they would not have been delayed.

"In the past few years, I have felt that my body is getting weaker and weaker. Could it be that I have some kind of cancer?" A skinny man walked into the tent and looked at the doctor wearing a bird-beak mask with his slanted eyebrows.

"You sit down first." Tilan walked over, raised her fingers slightly, and a faint halo of light ripples spread, checking the other person's physical condition like a scanner.

After these few days of high-intensity actual combat, her medical level and proficiency can be said to have risen sharply.

After the inspection, Tilan tilted his head to think for a while, then switched to another detection mode, and put his hand down after a few minutes.

Seeing that the legendary doctor was silent, the man's heart sank, and his voice was filled with fear and terror, "Can I still be saved, Doctor?"

"Where did the pendant on your chest come from?" Tilan suddenly asked.

"Pendant." The other party suddenly thought of something and quickly pulled out the pendant from inside his collar. The pendant was a beautiful light green color and seemed to be glowing faintly.

"Bring a stone box here." Tilan ordered the guards at the tent door. Although they didn't quite understand, these guards had relied on Tilan to accept bribes from countless people who cut in line in the past few days, so they would try their best to meet Tilan's requests.

"Stone box?" Although somewhat puzzled, the two guards mounted their horses and rushed towards the market.

About ten minutes later, two people came over with a stone box, which seemed to be used to store jewelry.

"Put the pendant in." Tilan asked the other party to put the pendant in the box.

"You want this pendant as a reward? No problem, as long as you can save me." The skinny man hurriedly did as he was told.

After seeing that the stone box was sealed, Tilan had someone put it in the corner.

"This thing is what makes you weak."

"Don't you know that this rare fluorescence is most likely radioactive material?" The girl lamented the backwardness of knowledge and education here.

"Radioactive material, what is that?" The other party really didn't understand.

……

"I mean, that stone is contaminated with a special curse, and it must be sealed with thick rock to prevent the spread of the curse. And when you carry it, your body is corroded by the curse and you naturally become weak." Tilan had no choice but to explain in words that the other party could understand.

"Ah, so it turns out that there is such an evil curse on it. No wonder the leader of the 'Kapoli' settlement died young."

"Capoli Settlement?" Tilan had seen many people on the grassland during this period, but had never heard of this name.

"This was a settlement twenty years ago, but it no longer exists. Their leader was a powerful willow elf, and he had many willow elves under him who were good at weaving. With this, the Kapoli settlement has always been very wealthy."

"Weaving?" If you think about it carefully, clothes on the grassland are mostly made of animal skins, and other fabrics are extremely scarce.

"Yes, they would cultivate special willow trees, and the fibers of the willow branches would be treated to be very soft, and then used to weave cloth. The cloth was very tough and durable, but unfortunately it is almost invisible now."

After saying this, the skinny man stared at the closed stone box for a while.

"If I had known this, I would not have taken this trophy. I didn't expect it to have such a strong curse."

After saying this, the man walked out of the tent in a daze and slowly disappeared into the street.

The fact that he could come to Tilan for treatment on the fifth day shows that he must have accumulated a lot of wealth in the past. Although he is weak now, no one has robbed him. It seems that he must have been a prominent figure when he was young.

After the man left, Tilan asked someone to go to the market to look for lead boxes. It was too unsafe to seal it with ordinary stones. Although she was not afraid, the people around her probably could not withstand this kind of radiation.

Before I knew it, the fifth day of treatment was over, and tomorrow will be the last day.

……

At night, Tilan came to the cell where the butterfly-eyed man was imprisoned. This was a place she rented temporarily from Wang Ying. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to lock him up in a tent, and it would not be convenient for cleaning.

She has been busy with treatment and procurement these days, and only today did she have time to come and talk to the other party.

"Can you find me a chair?" Tilan asked the jailer. Over the past few days, although she was not a member of the Wang Camp, her medical skills and identity had been recognized by most people.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The wolf-blooded guard answered respectfully and then asked someone to bring a wooden chair.

Sitting in the aisle outside the iron railing, the torch inserted nearby shone light into the damp and cold space inside, and the girl's facial features were divided into light and dark sides by light and shadow.

In the cell, the butterfly-eyed man huddled in a corner. These few days of imprisonment had gradually calmed him down, or perhaps made him feel a little desperate and heartbroken.

His dark black hair was tinged with purple, and he had gray and purple butterfly wings on his back, but they were already in tatters with several large holes in them, as if they had been gnawed by mice. Fortunately, such butterfly wings had no blood vessels, so even if they were injured, they would not be too painful, but they looked very desolate.

"Can you tell me about your origins?" Tilan spoke at this time.

"You should know that I saved you."

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and glanced at the girl sitting outside the iron railing. He had no desire to answer and remained silent.

It’s not easy to get along with him, the girl thought to herself, but as a singer, she always found a way.

The left hand placed on the knee was raised, and the wrist that looked like a work of art slowly emerged from the sleeve, illuminated by the orange-yellow firelight. On the fair wrist was a silver bracelet strung with thin threads. As the wrist swayed slightly, the small bell hanging on it also swayed along with it, making a subtle and pleasant sound.

Like an invisible ripple spreading, the man sitting in the cell fell into a distant dream. It was a lush, snow-covered forest, with faint sounds of moving music and singing coming from the woods.

The world became exceptionally quiet, there was a kind of tranquility that made people feel at peace, all the pain and turbulent emotions slowly left him, calming down like falling snow, so empty, the heart was as empty as the gray-blue sky, moving away the trivial troubles that accumulated in the heart and mind.

The faint tranquility made people inevitably fall into reminiscence, and the song gradually synchronized with his mood, slowly reminding him of many things from his childhood. Some forgotten memories were picked up again by him.

……

I don't know how time passes, the forest is still covered with snow, but the singing gradually stops, and everything becomes empty and quiet.

The footsteps were light and the long boots passed through the woods. The pine needles and grass leaves made a crackling sound in the snow. When the footsteps approached, he couldn't help but look up and saw the owner of the gray boots.

The girl standing opposite him had long silver-gray hair as white as the sky. She wore a hooded cloak with fallen snow on her body. Her slender waist was outlined by the belt under the cloak. When she took off her hood, revealing her flawless and clear eyes, it seemed as if there were thousands of different shades of blue layered in them, making people willingly sink into them.

Through these eyes, he seemed to see a pure and sincere soul. The emotions conveyed were so sincere that people could not have the slightest blasphemous heart.

This fairy-tale-like scene made him feel extremely relieved. Perhaps sleeping here forever was also a reassuring choice.

Everything in the world was too heavy and torturous for him to want to go back to that painful body stuck in the mud. If there really was such a flawless girl to greet him as the god of death, he would willingly accept it and rest in peace forever.

Unfortunately, the girl didn't want him to fall asleep, but stretched out her hands in front of him.

“Can you tell me your story?”

The hands were reflected in the snow, and a faint trace of blood could be seen on them, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold world.

It seemed as if he had thousands of words to say at this moment, and he opened his closed heart and slowly told his story.

Those distant pasts, those forgotten memories, those lost faces.

This is a story about a person who once chased after an admired figure, but ended up falling to the ground, watching his familiar companions slowly disappear, and becoming a failure.

(End of this chapter)