After getting on the carriage, Woody was ready to return to the winery. He still had a pile of medicinal materials to process, and he had to find a special alchemy room. Although the method of making "Grass Trial" only requires the simplest decoction,
But don’t be sloppy when it comes to dosage and heat.
The carriage drove from the bumpy dirt road onto a flat avenue, and soon left the slum area.
But on the way back, the carriage driver did not take the street that passed Green Pine Lane, but chose the Queen's Avenue, which could get to the wine estate in the southern part of Palermo more quickly.
In the second half of Queen's Avenue, Woody saw the Palermo Higher Vocational School in the memory of his previous owner.
Dozens of brown four-story buildings that are incompatible with other buildings are placed closely together, like soldiers in formation, on the right side of Queen's Road.
Just like Woody remembered, it was covered with ivy and moss vines, and the courtyard wall, which was more than three meters high, firmly blocked the view of outsiders from prying eyes.
The main entrance of the college is parallel to Queen's Road, but Woody only glanced at it and concentrated on counting herbs on the carriage.
"Rosemary, ghost frog flower, ayahuasca..."
But not long after, his eyes were attracted by the taller, grander and familiar white building outside the car window. Although it was blocked by many urban buildings, it still could not hide the brilliance of the building itself.
As a player in the previous life, coupled with the style of the building itself, he could almost tell at a glance that this was a temple area that every city with a population of more than 50,000 people would have.
Lord of the Dawn, Goddess of Life, God of War.
The three gods that humans believe in, whether in the southern principality or in the extremely cold north, have an influence that cannot be underestimated, and can easily influence the balance of a competition for royal power.
When Woody first arrived in Seymour, the main city of Northland, he witnessed with his own eyes the officiant of the God of War. With the power of one word, the candidate who was originally a weak candidate in the election suddenly became a popular candidate for the throne.
Of course, the chief priest himself has strong strength. At least he must reach level three or above before he can become the chief priest of a region. When converted into a player's professional template, it is a level 10 priest/level 5 war priest, which can release gods with seven or even eight rings.
technique.
In addition to this, the "War Temple", a powerful force behind him that can influence the entire Asenland, also played a vital role.
To a certain extent, the words of the sacrifice represent His will.
In the previous life, many players saw this scene and wanted to become paladins or priests in the temple.
After all, it’s easy to enjoy the shade with a big tree at your back, and it’s not as easy for a ranger as it is for a warrior who spends his days wandering around the wilderness looking for kobolds and goblin tribes every day.
This was true in the early days, but when it came to the eve of the Dark Years, the gods no longer responded to the prayers of believers.
The price comes, all clergy players with a Wisdom below 20 cannot cast divine spells.
Although the players all started with the hero template, they all lost part of their magical skills. Fortunately, the paladin had his own combat skills, but the priest who relied on magical skills was miserable at that time.
Woody still remembers that many priest players cried and complained that they had worked hard to train the priest to level 10, and they were just waiting to accumulate experience and contributions to advance to the temple. Unexpectedly, in one version, the divine spell was suddenly disconnected.
, the professional level suddenly dropped by one-third, and the magical spells that can be used also changed from five rings to three or even two rings.
Jinben went from being the core of the team to being ostracized by other players. Some people ridiculed him and said: Priest? Dogs shook their heads after seeing this!
Of course, they also know that this is not the original wish of the gods, but only a weakening and adjustment of the version.
According to the official reason given by "The Saint" at the time,
It is because the wall of destiny that the multiverse can influence, expand, and radiate the belief medium of gods suddenly collapsed.
Whether it is the Lord of Dawn or the God of War, they also have numerous believers in other material planes. The backlash of these wishes has made them, once aloof gods, also taste the bitter fruit, with their godhood collapsed and their priesthood shattered.
This is why a large number of gods later chose to give up their divine bodies and transform into saints to travel to various planes.
Staying in the Kingdom of God, just to keep the world from collapsing, a huge amount of divine power is consumed every day. However, for the gods without the Wall of Destiny, no matter how much divine power they have, they will become sourceless water. In the end, their own power will be used as
Pay for the price.
Later, due to the death of the goddess of magic, the magic network connecting the multiverse collapsed, and for a time the mage fell into the same situation as the priest - this was an important reason why Woody never considered the spellcasting profession in the first place.
In that dangerous and chaotic era, only the power of the body itself was the greatest guarantee and source of survival.
Woody returned his gaze to the temple area and returned to the herbs in his hand, becoming more and more attentive.
However, the idea of going to the temple area to purchase something flashed through my mind. Whether it was holy water for healing, or rare scrolls to dispel evil and defeat ghosts, they were essential medicines for adventurous travel... but they were a bit expensive.
After Woody put all the herbs purchased today into categories, the rich aroma of wine from the winery was already faintly wafting in the air.
The Edith family's manor is almost here.
The sun was setting at this moment, and the shadow of the carriage stretched very long on the gravel road.
…
In Palermo, or in other words, in the entire Southern Continent, everyone's social status is determined at birth. Some people are born as dukes, while many people work hard for this all their lives and remain commoners.
Susan Edith sometimes wonders, what would her life be like if she were not born into the family behind her surname?
Will she be a diligent and thrifty rural woman, or a philistine cook who runs a bakery?
She didn't know that her life was already fixed. After seeing her husband having a tryst with his lover, she decided to divorce even though she was pregnant. It seemed that she had taken a lifetime of courage.
She couldn't just leave like her brother-in-law, she still had a family.
Born in the family, raised in the family, and died in the family, this may be the best destination for her.
Likewise, she couldn't hate a child with his facial features as much as she hated him.
In the study, the lady who had just sat on the long-legged swan chair took a sip of the milky black tea. The right sweetness shocked her tired spirit after running around for a day. She breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head.
He looked towards the inside of the study and was waiting for the butler of his manor, Cromwell.
Since his birth, this middle-aged man, like his father, has devoted every effort to the family.
From playing and studying with you as a child, to taking on responsibilities as an adult, you can be considered qualified or even excellent.
"How is little Woody doing today? Has the doctor seen him? There should be no sequelae, right?"
Thinking of this, the lady's bright eyes showed a little coldness. The people of the Edith family actually knocked on the sap in the East District, which has the best security, and robbed all the property. This group of people took their taxpayers' money.
Is the city guard station a labor force?
However, this afternoon she had a not-so-long afternoon tea with Bogos of the Tyr family who was in charge of the city's security, that shrewd and philistine Arugian. The results should be available in a few days - if
They also want help from the Edith family in the House of Lords.
"Madam, Master Woody woke up this morning not long after you left! The doctor who made the appointment hasn't arrived in time..."
Cromwell's voice was a little awkward.
"Ah, you're awake? But didn't Karu say that yesterday?"
The noble lady took another sip of black tea. The white milk stains on her lips had not yet been licked dry. The lady's face looked a little surprised, and she finally raised her head.
Cromwell, who had been staring at Susan, also saw that it was difficult in the past to treat this woman who was fully responsible for the external affairs of the Edith family. The expression on her face was a little obsessed for a moment.
Time has not left many traces on her face. The face highlighted by the candlelight in the room is exactly the same as that boy Aleister who he informed her sister Sophia was going to marry when she was sixteen years old.
Realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately lowered his head and told the lady in front of him truthfully what Woody said after seeing him.
When she raised her head again, the noble lady returned to her usual graceful posture, and the girlish playfulness just now seemed to be short-lived.
"Oh? Are you saying that he applied for an underground alchemy room and locked himself in it? Even dinner was useless? He just returned to the room?"
"Aren't you going to carve those so-called works of art?"
After hearing Woody's reaction today, Susan came home late. Already a little upset by the family business, Susan wanted to pick up her nephew and interrogate him.
He looked to see if it was the girl who said something to him again, but when he thought about the advice he gave him in the past, he always received an unusually mean sentence from the baby-faced boy.
"My father doesn't want me anymore, so why should you worry about me, Aunt Susan."
Yes, why bother.
She finally sighed, and after giving Cromwell instructions to pay attention to Woody's condition and meet his requirements as much as possible, she asked Cromwell to close the door.
The night was still very long tonight, and by the bright candlelight, she looked at the brand new letter paper on the desk that she had just brought back from outside.
Startled and stunned.
The quill ink on it had dried completely, but the beautiful and neat title moved her heart so much.
"Agreement regarding the sale of the Rutov Family Winery."
