Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 13 Herbal Medicine
Many people in the 21st century lack the understanding that in many places in ancient times, clothes were not necessities but luxuries, while in some places, they were both necessities and luxuries.

Even wearing new clothes without patches is a blatant act of showing off wealth, and when a wealthy family hangs out their quilts to dry, it is enough to make the neighbors jealous.

Even though the clothes worn by Garys and his companions are made of linen like the farmers, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance how new or old the clothes are, how many patches they have, and whether they are clean or not.

After confirming that Garys and his gang were not farmers, the villagers seemed a little at a loss. They just stood there, neither rejecting nor welcoming them. They were in a state of helplessness.

It was not until Gellis took the initiative to step forward and greet these indifferent people that the farmers responded to show that they were not straw men.

"We are monks who are on pilgrimage to the Holy Land. We are passing by your place and would like to stay here," Gailis introduced himself.

The monks that Gailis is talking about here are not monks who practice Taoism but the name given to practitioners in the Catholic and Orthodox Churches.

Generally speaking, monks follow various rules and regulations like monks, and at the same time they also have some social service responsibilities, such as assisting the daily operation of the church, or acting as teachers, or providing social relief...

Different religious orders have different philosophies. For example, some orders are committed to spreading faith, some are committed to saving slaves of the same faith, and some orders, such as the Knights Templar and the Knights Hospitaller... are committed to the Crusades.

In short, the identity of a monk is actually quite versatile, yet respected by the world.

But Gailis's introduction made the surrounding villagers even more at a loss. After all, for most people in the village, monks were too high-end, and it was the first time they had ever encountered one in their lives.

Fortunately, these villagers at least had no ill intentions, and there were no language barriers when communicating with Garys.

After the initial confusion, Garys and his companions gained some trust from the farmers and learned some basic information about the village.

For example, this is still a village under the jurisdiction of the Transjordan Territory, but there is a tax farmer nearby who collects taxes. At the east end of the village, there is a very powerful herbalist who can not only cure diseases but also predict the future.

Just as Gellis was sitting under the shade of a tree and chatting with a middle-aged man with rotten teeth, a child was leading a cow towards the village at the entrance of the village.

It was a local Middle Eastern breed of cattle, which was somewhat different from the cattle in China. This kind of cattle was heat-resistant and drought-resistant, had strong adaptability, and was suitable for living and working in the climatic conditions of the Middle East.

And when the cow appeared, the middle-aged man who was happily chatting with Garys stared at the cow intently.

In the eyes of this middle-aged man, it seemed that it was no longer an ordinary cow, but a collection of gold, silver, jewelry, and all the most beautiful things he could imagine.

"Is this the cow of the herbalist?" Gailis had obtained this information from the previous conversation.

The middle-aged man's nod in response confirmed what Gellis said.

"He has more than one cow at home!" The middle-aged man's words were quite ambiguous, a kind of admiration, a kind of jealousy, and even a kind of helplessness.

After all, he himself does not own a cow, and as large livestock needed for agricultural production, cows represent a huge significance.

After chatting for a while, when Simon, Kafei and others were getting a little impatient, Gailis stood up and suggested that the middle-aged man take him to the herbalist's house to take a look.

For Gillis, a rural herbalist is actually a rather strange and unfamiliar existence. Doctors in the city are actually not very similar to herbalists in the countryside, especially in the Middle East.

Of course, this is not to say which one is better or worse, but medieval medical skills are really bad in their own ways.

Human creativity and imagination were displayed too boldly, so that human physical fitness could not keep up at all and could only be played to death.

Of course, if the other party really has some ability, Garys will actually think about how to recruit the other party.

The middle-aged man was somewhat unwilling and reluctant at first, but after Gailis showed him a silver coin of poor quality, the middle-aged man licked his lips and took the initiative to lead the way.

After entering the village, Garys and his companions could feel more deeply the appearance of this village: low, dilapidated, and full of wild desolation. Compared with the previous Skarl Village, it was obviously one or two levels lower.

But among these houses, there are still a few that are worth a look.

The middle-aged man with rotten teeth also gave a brief introduction: "That one belongs to the village chief, that one belongs to the landlord Cardoso, and the one on the far east belongs to the herbalist."

Looking in the direction the middle-aged man pointed, the house I saw was also built with yellow mud, but it was cleaner and neater than the other houses. It even had a yard and a piece of land.

When Garys and the others approached, they could see a circle of people gathered in the yard.

In the middle of the group of people, there was an old woman lying there, and she looked like she was sick.

At the other end of the yard, an old man was sorting some herbs, apparently intending to make medicine to treat the woman.

Garys did not rush to intervene, but observed for a while, then his face changed drastically, and he rushed forward to stop the old man from grabbing a certain medicinal herb.

"What?! What are you doing?!" When the old man noticed that his hand was suddenly grabbed by a stranger, he instinctively wanted to break free, but the difference in strength between him and Garys was too great, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did. He could only question in panic.

"This stuff is poisonous," Gellis said simply.

At this moment, Garys could identify the plant in the old man's hand with just his knowledge from this life, without any need for knowledge from his previous life.

This thing is called Belladonna, which belongs to the Solanaceae family, Solanum belladonna, and the Solanum genus.

To be honest, in modern Europe, some people called tomatoes the devil's apple and believed that tomatoes were poisonous. This is because everyone in the entire Solanaceae family is poisonous.

Among the Solanaceae family, belladonna is the best among all nightshades, and it is the kind that can be fatal if you eat a few more bites.

The alkaloids it contains are enough to cause symptoms such as mental confusion, hallucinations, delirium and convulsions.

　I continue to deliver food.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)