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Chapter 95: The Burned Earl Witch (7)

Earldom of Floating Light, Floating Light Castle.

The only eighteen women in the castle, including the cook, were in the women's public bathroom, preparing to bathe the dozen or so poor witches that Dingshui had brought back one after another.

This was Ding Shui's first day out.

“Are we really going to give these witches a bath?

Can we let them wash themselves? We can just stand by and tell them how to use the things."

"Yes, after all, witches are unclean creatures!"

"Even poor witches are going to hell."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? The Earl asked us to help them wash, so we should help them wash. Don't forget that the Earl is also a witch. If you look down on witches now, aren't you indirectly looking down on the Earl?"

"No, no, how dare we!"

"But are these witches really witches? They don't look like witches to me. They all look so pitiful. Aren't witches supposed to be powerful? The Earl is so powerful, why do they still need the Earl to save them?"

"I don't know, stop talking so much nonsense!"

"They're not all necessarily witches."

"How to say?"

"Don't tell anyone. I heard that sometimes even priests can't tell the difference between real witches and fake ones. Some who are burned to death aren't necessarily witches, but those who can't be burned to death are definitely witches. Look, our Earl can't be burned to death, right? That's definitely true."

"That makes sense. If someone can be killed by fire, how can he be the devil's advocate?"

"Wouldn't that mean many innocent people would be burned to death?"

"My mother said that as long as I was poor and ugly, gave her all my money, and could work, there would be no need to worry."

"Your mother must have cheated you out of your money."

"But nothing has happened to me!"

"Fulli, you look the kindest. Go in and comfort those witches. I just asked them to take off their clothes and wash in the pool. Before I could say anything, they were running around in fear and screaming. Do I look that scary?"

Cook Kanali was really depressed. She was not ugly at all. She even looked plump despite being fat. Her man must have liked her body so much.

Why do those witches act like they've seen a ghost?

Don't even let her touch it.

But the task assigned by the Earl must be completed, so she could only come out and let Fuli, the oldest and kindest-looking one, who was like her grandmother, go in to comfort her.

"Alas, I'm not so sure. Before I came here, I guessed it wouldn't be that easy. After all, you all know how we treated bathing before. If we didn't bathe, we would be fired, and if the Earl, as a witch, guaranteed that we wouldn't get sick and would heal us if we did, we wouldn't dare bathe.

They are afraid now, and that’s normal.”

Fuli, the oldest, who was nearly sixty, had never been to school, but she had accumulated some knowledge and wisdom through her long life, and could barely guess some of the reasons.

But can we successfully get them to take a bath voluntarily?

That’s hard to say, she’s not sure.

"Yeah, at first we all thought bathing was terrible, but now I actually love it. Oh my god, every night before bed I take a bath here, and I sleep so well. And my body smells less bad, and I feel lighter. But now I can't stand it when I get home."

I feel like home is not a place for people to stay.”

"It's only been a few days, and you're already complaining about it!"

"I can't help it. The smell at home is even worse than the public restroom in the castle where we go to the bathroom. I didn't mind it before, but now I can't stand it."

"I wonder if this bathhouse can continue to operate for free. These past few days, it's been consuming a lot of firewood to boil water every day. I heard the housekeeper grumble about trying to persuade the Earl to charge for it, or to boil water only once in a while. You can't use it every day; it's too expensive."

"I can't afford to wash it if I have to pay!"

"Yeah, the water in the bathroom is filtered through some filtering device, then boiled with firewood and mixed with filtered water. I heard they even put some disinfecting herbs in it. The water we usually drink isn't this good. If they charge for it, it's going to be so expensive."

"Then I'll have to come here every day to wash my clothes. I'd better wash them now while they're free. I might not be able to wash them later."

"I can't. I've been showering every day lately, and I feel like my whole body is getting really itchy and peeling. I don't know if I'm sick, so I haven't dared to mention it. But I think it might be related to my daily showers, so I'm going to see if skipping showers for the next few days will help."

"I know. I'm in the same situation as you. Yesterday, when I was helping the Earl wipe the table in the study, I scratched my face. The Earl looked at me and said that my face was a little dry and almost peeling. He also said that the soap base was a bit too high and needed to be improved.

Then the Earl cast a spell and flew out.

After a while, he came back and gave me a big bucket of fragrant oil. He said that if I felt my skin was dry or my body was dry, I could rub it with this oil. It was best to rub it when my body was wet. He also asked me to share some with other people who had similar situations.

Tell the Earl after you use it.

I have a huge bucket with so much stuff in it. I’ve only used a little bit so far. You can get some from me later.”

"My God, the Earl is so easy to talk to!"

"How dare you hide such good things!"

"I want it too, I want it too!"

"Your skin isn't dry, isn't it? Your face isn't dry at all, I can even feel oil when I touch it now."

"I don't care. I want it anyway. Didn't the Earl ask you to share it with us? It's not just for you. If you don't give it to me, I will complain."

"Okay, come get it from me tonight, but you must not drink it. You can only use it on your body, face, or hair, but you must not drink it. The Earl specifically reminded me that although this stuff is oil and smells very fragrant, it must not be drunk."

"Can it be used on the head? Hair oil?"

"Giving us such a good thing? It seems that the Earl has become very generous after his death!"

"I know about hair oil. I heard someone mention it last time in the city. It seems that Eastern nobles particularly like to use something called osmanthus hair oil. A small box, no bigger than an egg, costs fifty silver coins."

"My goodness, I only sold it for twelve silver coins."

"Even if I sell my whole family together, I guess they won't even fetch fifty silver coins. Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste to give this thing to us? It doesn't seem worth it."

"That wasn't osmanthus hair oil the Earl gave me, was it?"

"I feel like the Earl made this himself using witchcraft. It shouldn't be worth much to him."

"Forget it, just use it if you can!"

While the maids were still whispering and discussing outside the public bathhouse, Fuli had already entered the bathroom and began to try to comfort the dozen or so witches who were still cowering and hiding in the corner.

Basically, it means don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want you to clean yourself up. The one who saved you is our Lord Earl. Our Lord Earl is also a witch. He definitely has no ill will towards you. But our Lord Earl likes cleanliness and doesn't like dirt and bad smells.

That's why you need to wash it clean and so on.

But they still hid aside and dared not move.

I am even more reluctant to take a bath in the bathtub.

After a long stalemate, a girl who looked a little younger than him suddenly spoke up, barely breaking the deadlock:

"Don't eat us, I don't want to die!"

"?"

Fuli was stunned. What was going on? He just asked them to take a bath, but how did it become like he wanted to eat them? How did this misunderstanding come about?
Now that she understood the problem, Fuli naturally explained that they had no intention of eating them, and bathing them had nothing to do with eating them. They did not eat humans. After explaining this, she was afraid they would not believe her, so she thought for a moment and asked the cook to go to the kitchen and bring over some food that could be eaten directly.

Afterwards, I sat next to them, ate with them, and asked them questions.

After the conversation, they finally understood why there was such a misunderstanding. The blame should be on the cook. Kanali complained before going in to give them a bath. She still had pigs to kill, so she had to do this herself. Then she went in to let the witches who had just been rescued and were still unsure of what was going on.

Take off your clothes and bathe in the tub. Kanali thought she was just being normal, following the Earl's orders and helping these witches bathe and change into clean clothes. But those who were slandered as witches, combined with her previous words, naturally misunderstood that Kanali had asked them to bathe so that she could prepare the food.

Then I wanted to eat them.

Even though Fuli later explained that the one who saved them was also a witch, the misunderstanding was not resolved, because the story of the bloody witch was quite widespread. Legend has it that the bloody witch would bathe in the blood of young girls to stay young and energetic.

So they still have reason to believe.

Making them take a bath is to kill them.

In the end, Fuli finally succeeded in persuading them. Well, to describe it as persuading might not be the right word, to be more precise, she threatened them. She threatened them that if they didn't obey, it wouldn't be the maids who would help them bathe, but the male servants in the castle would be called in to force them to bathe. Then they compromised.

Because they are afraid of losing their virginity.

It can be seen that sometimes threats are indeed more useful than gentle negotiations and are much more efficient.

After taking a bath, I changed them into new clothes.

Fuli and the others didn't know what to do next. They asked the butler, but Hansen didn't know either. Since the earl hadn't given any instructions, he could only instruct the carpenter to make a dozen simple wooden beds and put them in a relatively spacious room in the castle for them to stay in temporarily.

What are the specific arrangements for the future?

We still have to wait for the Earl to come back.

In order to prevent them from running around and to prevent them from disappearing without explanation, after they all entered the room, the butler Hansen locked the door.

Then I can do other things with peace of mind.

The witches were forced to take a bath with soap, change into new clothes, and come to a strange place. Some of them simply huddled in a corner and sobbed quietly, some tried to open the door but found it was locked, and others just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, Harley, who was once a baroness, was killed because she had no son after the baron died. She and her daughter were both defined as witches and were about to be burned to death. Then, after a trance, she suddenly came to the door of the public bathroom. She recovered first, comforted her daughter, and then went to talk to others and understand their situation.

Finally, it is easy to draw a conclusion.

That is, they were all defined as witches.

Some were about to be burned to death, some had flames already burning around them, and some had just been imprisoned and were still discussing whether to burn to death. Then they all lost consciousness in a trance, opened their eyes again, and when they woke up, they appeared in the bathroom.

At the same time, based on what the person who forced them to take a bath said before, they should have been rescued.

He was saved by someone who was both a count and a witch.

But are there really witches in this world?
Harry really couldn't understand. Even though she was defined as a witch, she never thought of herself as a witch. After all, she had no witch abilities at all, had never seen a witch, let alone the so-called witchcraft!

But now it was performed by the person who saved her.

In her opinion, it must be witchcraft.

Witches seemed real, except that she had never seen one herself, and she herself was not a witch.

After Harry asked everyone about their situation, the witches present finally relaxed a little, and a few of them plucked up the courage to talk to each other to understand the situation.

"You were also called a witch by the priest."

"Yes, that's right!"

"But I'm not a witch at all. I pray devoutly every day. How could I be a witch? I even bought indulgences. How could I do this if I were a witch?"

"Idiot! They don't care if we're real witches or not. They just want to seize our property. Even at this point, don't you understand? The priest and the others are greedy demons!"

"But if we are not witches, why would a witch come to save us? Didn't that person just now say that their master is a witch? And a count?"

"So we really are witches?"

"But I don't know any witchcraft!"

"Impossible, impossible, how could I be a witch? I am the most devout believer of the God of Light!"

"I want to go out, I want to go out. My mother believes that I am not a witch. They will definitely help me explain it clearly. I want to go back, let me out, I want..."

"No, no, this is so strange. I remember my legs were clearly burned by the flames, but why are there no wounds? I should have a lot of wounds on my body, why don't I have any wounds at all?"

"I don't have any on me!"

"Could it be the witch who saved us?"

"But don't priests always say that witches are evil and witchcraft is evil? But how can evil witchcraft heal a person's wounds?"

"The holy water in the church isn't that powerful!"

“Only in the stories of the scriptures can such miracles be found.”

These witches were truly slow to react. Perhaps they were too frightened to notice anything during their showers. Only now, after calming down, did they discover that all the wounds on their bodies had vanished: the burns from the flames, the lashes from the whips, the thorn scimitars, all gone.

Even the old scars disappeared.

Those who have gynecological diseases after childbirth may even feel much more comfortable and have no problems at this time.

I'm just embarrassed to say it.

Then they became even more confused. How can I describe it? The ideological indoctrination they received and their own experiences created a huge contradiction and conflict.

The knowledge instilled in them by society and priests.

It is constantly collapsing.

Even though they didn't know what was right, they had already vaguely realized that what the priest and most people in society agreed on didn't seem to be completely correct. At least witches and witchcraft were not completely evil.

If only witches and witchcraft were pure evil.

How could there be a miracle that heals wounds?
If the degree of collapse of previous cognition is one when college students in the ivory tower enter society and are beaten down by it, then the degree of mental collapse of these witches at this time has reached at least ten, or even a hundred.

Afterwards, some people continued to cry, devastated and didn't know what to do, while others continued to look for people who seemed to have a little more independent-mindedness to discuss what to do next. They didn't know whether the witch who saved them was willing to take them in, and they didn't know whether the place they were staying in was safe. In short, everyone was very confused.

I am confused and at a loss about the future.

What is Ding Shui doing at this time?

She was transporting the second and third batches of rescued witches. It was not until she was transporting the third batch of witches to the public bathhouse and asking the cooks to continue helping them bathe that she was grabbed by the cook, Kanali, and asked:

"My Lord, please don't leave in such a hurry.

Both I and the housekeeper would like to ask you how to treat these witches you rescued, whom we don't know whether they are witches or not, and what to do with them.

Should we treat them well or what should we do?"

"Some of them have just been betrayed by their relatives, some by their clans, or even by their former neighbors. Most of them have been abused. Although I have healed their wounds, they are probably still psychologically traumatized. There is no need for them to do anything for the time being. You should take good care of them.

Provide them with a place to live and three meals a day.

Besides, if anyone has nothing to do, they can go and chat with them, comfort them, and mainly tell them that they are absolutely safe with me, and don't have to worry about being burned to death. The rest will be dealt with after I'm done. "

Ding Shui was really anxious.

Before she could finish her words, she had already used the wind control technique to fly away. It was the sound transmission technique, that is, the wind carried my voice, that allowed the cook to hear everything she had just said. She had already flown far away.

Because she discovered that there were indeed quite a lot of witches, and even many of them were about to be burned to death. If she had been a little later, some of them might have been burned to death.

So she really didn't have time to explain in detail.

There is no time to personally settle those witches.

There was not even time to talk to those witches or ask about the situation. In order to save time and save more witches, Ding Shui could only make them unconscious and then take them away quickly to speed up the process.