"Your Highness, this old man still has breath!" Heiman stepped forward to check carefully, then turned around and said loudly.
"Such an old man can't be of much help if he's revived, right?" Bacon muttered beside him.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zion glared at him, "Hurry up and get the person in the car!"
"Yes!" Bacon shrank his head. He forgot that Zion was also an old man, so he would definitely not be happy when he spoke like this.
"Your Highness, there is a child here who seems to be moving!"
"Hurry up and get in the car!"
"What are you shouting for?" Zion asked anxiously, "What did you tell me before you came here? You can't reveal your identity here!"
"There's no one around anyway!" Heiman muttered softly.
"Be careful, do you understand? If someone hears it, it may cause unnecessary trouble!" Zion frowned.
"Oh, I know!" Heiman nodded quickly and helped carry another child who was still breathing weakly into the car.
After checking the rest one by one, it seems that there are no lucky ones left.
There is only an old man and a child, and the two slaves are still hanging on. They might not be able to hold on any longer.
"The people have been loaded into the car!" Zion carefully checked around to make sure no one came to Jia Zhengjin and asked in a low voice, "What to do with these corpses?"
Jia Zhengjin glanced at the dead slaves discarded aside and said, "Find some firewood, put them together, and cremate them directly!"
"But we didn't bring any ignition tools..."
"Huh~" Jia Zhengjin raised his right hand, and scorching flames came out, "What are you worried about?"
"Yes! I even forgot that you have the fireball technique." Zion breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Highness is merciful!"
"Okay, you guys hurry up and collect the firewood, and I'll find some herbs nearby to treat the injuries of these two people."
"Your Highness, are there any herbs around here?"
"Herbs are everywhere and easy to find." Jia Zhengjin shrugged, "Hurry up."
"yes!"
So the troops were divided into two groups. Jia Zhengjin went to the nearby woods to search for herbs, while Heiman and Bacon escorted him. Zion and the remaining people collected firewood and piled it around the body.
As Jia Zhengjin said, low-level herbs are easy to find. Blue herbs, red herbs, etc. can be found everywhere.
Red herbs can restore blood and can also make low-level recovery potions. Blue herbs can restore mana, so it’s okay to prepare some.
There is currently no alchemy table or medicine bowl, so you can't make medicine with bare hands. So Jia Zhengjin picked as many red herbs as possible. Although each herb has little recovery effect, a larger quantity can still save people's lives.
After gathering enough herbs, enough firewood was piled beside the corpse. Zion and others were resting nearby. When they saw them coming back, they immediately got up to greet them.
Jia Zhengjin first came to the wooden trailer and checked the two slaves who were still breathing. Their breathing was very weak, their HP was now in single digits, and they were in an extremely dangerous situation.
Everyone gathered around and looked at it curiously.
Jia Zhengjin first took out a piece of red herb and stuffed it into the mouth of the old slave with low HP.
The medicinal herbs instantly increase the old man's HP by 5 points.
Although there seemed to be no change on the surface, his HP finally returned to double digits, reaching 11 points.
Jia Zhengjin took out another piece of red herb and stuffed it into the mouth of the slave child, increasing his HP to double digits.
Then feed them herbs respectively until their HP is restored to about 30 points and then stop.
He was not in a hurry to completely restore the HP of the two people, he just wanted to make sure that there was no danger of life and stop the bleeding.
Both slaves were still unconscious and motionless.
"Okay! Now they have no problem. We can continue the treatment after we go back." Jia Zhengjin turned to the other side, "Are the firewood ready?"
"Already ready!" Zion replied quickly.
"Then let's cremate it!" Jia Zhengjin walked to the firewood pile, raised his right hand, and a fireball appeared on the ground.
"May the gods guide you in the direction!" Zion came over and clasped his hands in front of the slave corpse among the firewood.
"May the gods guide you in the direction!!" Heiman, Ashley and others clasped their hands together, as if it was a form of prayer?
Jia Zhengjin threw the fireball in his hand onto the firewood, and the flames spread immediately. The firewood burned fiercely and the fire was very strong.
In order to complete it as quickly as possible, Jia Zhengjin threw several fireballs inside continuously, causing the flames to soar into the sky and the temperature to become very high.
It didn't take long for it to be completely burned, leaving only ashes on the site.
Everyone prayed again and then returned to the carriage.
"Let's go home!" Jia Zhengjin also returned to the car.
"Drive!" The three drivers, Heyman, Bacon, and Gru, waved their whips, and the carriage quickly headed towards the mountain road.
Rushing back to the mountain village, Ladin brought the two children to greet them.
When I saw that the goods in the car were empty and I bought a lot of daily necessities, I felt happy. But soon I saw the old slave man and the child in the car behind me, and I looked surprised again.
"Your Highness Princess, this is..."
"Slave!" Jia Zhengjin jumped out of the car.
"Ah? You bought a slave?" Latin looked at the two dying slaves in disbelief, "Are they almost dead?"
"We didn't buy them," Zion came over to explain. "They were beaten to death by slave traders because they were disobedient. They were originally thrown into the wild to feed wild beasts. However, the princess was kind-hearted and asked us to save two of them who still had a faint breath.
Slave, I brought it back by the way."
"Oh!" Latin suddenly realized it and just frowned and said, "What's the use of just coming back? They will still die..."
"Her Royal Highness has a way to cure them!"
"Oh? God-given power?"
"Yeah! God-given power!"
While they were talking, Jia Zhengjin asked Heiman and others to lift the two slaves to the ground and put them down. He walked to the tool table, found the simple formula for making the medicine bowl, and quickly produced it.
The medicine bowl can only produce simple medicines. It is not as comprehensive as the alchemy table, but it is enough for now.
Red herbs can produce primary physical strength potions, and the effect is far more powerful than taking them one by one. I made a few bottles at random, turned around and took them to the slave.
"Your Highness, is this a potion?" When he took out the potion and prepared to feed it to the slave, Zion was startled and hurriedly knelt down and asked.
"That's right! Elementary physical strength potion can quickly treat the wounded." Jia Zhengjin nodded.
"Oh my God! You want to use this to treat slaves?" Not to mention Zion, everyone else around was also stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Your Highness, the medicine is quite precious! The quality of your medicine seems to be quite good. You can sell it for at least 80 coppers per bottle. It's such a waste to give it to slaves!" Zion'an was heartbroken.
"What's this?" Jia Zhengjin said with a smile, "It's quite simple to prepare this potion. You can get as much as you need. Don't worry!"
"Ah?!" Everyone was shocked, Zion's eyes widened, "You, you mean to say that configuring it is easy?"
"yes!"
"Oh my god! What other ingredients do we sell? We just sell medicines and we get paid!"
"Didn't I say it?" Jia Zhengjin shrugged, "There are many ways to make money."
