"Witt, put all the firewood you chopped here~"

"Booth, the water is not enough, we need more!"

"Good job, little Hahn, but we need more mushrooms!"

In the small square in the village, Kahn was orderly directing everyone on Zoro's behalf.

Various ingredients and materials needed for the bonfire party were quickly gathered and piled on the square.

After Kahn's explanation, everyone in the territory fully understood what the bonfire party the lord was talking about was all about.

So both adults and children are very motivated.

They are all looking forward to the rare bonfire party in the evening.

.........

"It hurts, it hurts~"

"Monica, please be gentle~"

The severe pain made Sauron's eyes sore and he couldn't help but secrete tears.

"Master, this old servant is already very young!"

Monica didn't expect Zoro to behave like a child.

In her impression, those who can fight monsters with bare hands without changing their expressions have the courage and strength to match.

The small pain caused by applying the plaster is not worth mentioning to them.

"Master is really afraid of pain, but he is not as brave as Thor."

"Thor didn't even cry!"

"Hehe~"

Thor was sitting on the seat downstairs of the castle, mumbling.

A pair of little feet wrapped like small hammers kicked around in boredom.

I completely forgot how many tears I shed today without crying.

It lasted for more than ten minutes, and the miserable howl that resounded throughout Isisburg finally stopped.

Zoro turned around and looked at the bandage covering most of his body with great satisfaction.

He expressed his sincere appreciation for Monica's bandaging skills.

Even compared to the most experienced nurses on Blue Star, they are not inferior.

"It seems like Monica has done this kind of work before."

Zoro tightened his fists and felt the strength in his arms.

The recovery potion I had taken beforehand had also fully taken effect.

The sore and weak hands and feet after fighting the shield crab also returned to normal.

“It’s a really good thing, but it’s a bit expensive.”

Zoro turned around the green plaster that was still mostly half in the transparent jar in his hand, and said with some regret.

The green plaster in his hand is called healing plaster.

It is the same as the recovery potion and is a type of low-level magic potion.

It's just different from the recovery potion that restores physical strength.

Healing plasters are potions specifically designed to speed up the healing of common injuries on the body.

Suitable for physical trauma caused by various swords, guns, halberds, fangs and claws.

A jar of plaster like this in Sauron's hand was sold to the outside world for a high price of ten gold coins.

Although the price is high, the effect is also quite outstanding.

And it seems to have some anesthetic effects.

Aside from the intense pain when it was first applied, he could no longer feel the pain in the wound at this time.

The soles of the feet where the plaster was first applied also had a slight itching sensation from the scabs.

Zoro put on some casual clothes that Monica had prepared for him and left the bathroom.

Before walking out of the bathroom, he thanked the old maid from the bottom of his heart:

"Excuse me, Monica!"

Monica's careful care allowed Zoro to experience the feeling of family again after more than ten years.

Watching the old maid carefully apply plaster and bandage on herself.

Zoro seemed to see his mother using the same expression and movements to apply the medicine on his palm when he broke his knee when he was a child.

It was just an accident that separated him from his family in two worlds.

Even the little maid Thor is no exception.

If Monica made him experience the care from his elders,

Then Thor is as if God gave him a sister.

Although he looks a little malnourished and skinny.

But it truly gave Sauron a feeling that he had never experienced in his previous life.

There is joy and sorrow...I love to cry and I also love to laugh...

Zoro didn't want to lose this unexpected "emotion".

"You're welcome, young master. These are what I should do as an old servant."

Monica looked at Zoro with a smile and said.

The old hands cleaned and wiped the used tools and put them back into the wooden box.

"By the way, Monica, there's no need to put the medical kit back yet!"

"Um?"

Zoro explained as if he saw the confusion in Monica's eyes.

"Go downstairs and put a bandage and wound plaster on the wound on Thor's foot!"

"It's really thanks to Thor that I'm able to come back this time."

After hearing Sauron's words, Monica felt happy, but she said hesitantly:

"But Master, Thor just..."

"Stop it, just give it to Thor!"

Of course Zoro knew what the old maid wanted to say.

It's nothing more than something like Thor is just a maid and has a low status.

"Thor should be using some common herbs!"

"Those ordinary herbs are really ineffective!"

"How long will it take for Thor's foot to heal?"

"Use the plaster to help Thor get better quickly, so that he can help with things in the castle as soon as possible."

"Besides, Thor was injured because of me."

"Don't you think so?" Zoro tilted his head.

In fact, in just seven or eight days of getting along, Sauron has already regarded Thor as a younger sister.

Otherwise, he would not have rebutted and comforted Thor when he cried sadly because he was about to face Monica's punishment for making bad bread.

He even took her to the beach to catch the sea together later.

Since he has better medicine in his hands, he will naturally not be reluctant to part with it.

"Since the young master said so, then the old servant just do it!"

In fact, when Monica saw the shocking wounds on Thor's feet, she felt very sorry for him.

Just like Sauron, from the time Thor entered the castle until now.

Monica, who was alone, unknowingly treated Thor as her little granddaughter.

How could a grandma not feel distressed when her granddaughter's foot is injured like this?

However, due to her duties as a maid, she cannot easily cross this red line.

But Zoro's seemingly reasonable excuse is actually no different from bluffing a child in Monica's eyes.

No nobleman would pay expensive potions worth several gold for a maid.

You must know that just this bottle of plaster can buy several children of the same size in the slave market.
To be continued...