Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 5: Herbalist Tomila
The woman's name was Tomila, and she was an herbalist and a doctor.

Ivan was able to survive thanks to her help.

It was she who discovered Ivan, who was seriously injured by the griffin and was dying. She hired a carriage to drag him back to her cabin, treated him with herbs, and cared for him patiently until he regained consciousness and drank the potion, which stopped the worsening of his wounds.

Now, after three months of communication, the two have become quite familiar with each other. It can be said that Tomila is Ivan's first friend since he came into this world.

"How was the performance today?" Tomila asked, resting her elbows on the edge of the bathtub and supporting her chin.

"Huh~~~ Six water ghosts in total, plus the ones owed before, the total profit is 240 orens." Ivan took a long breath, closed his eyes in enjoyment, and felt the numbing and itchy feeling of the wound soaked with the medicine.

"You made a lot of money. That disgusting and disgusting elder actually paid for it? I didn't expect that."

"Of course not, but I used some tricks that belong to a demon hunter. By the way, has the person who harassed you last time appeared recently?"

"He hasn't appeared since you knocked out half of his teeth. I guess he'll only be able to eat liquid food for a long time. How could he have the guts to harass me again?"

Tomila shook her head, with a hint of relief and teasing in her tone.

"Now there are rumors in several nearby villages that I'm involved with a mutant freak. No one dares to come to my hut for treatment. I've had a lot of free time now."

"Really?" Ivan opened his eyes, a trace of embarrassment on his face. "I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"I'm just kidding!" Seeing Ivan's expression, Tomila laughed happily. "I'm a doctor. Even if some people never get sick, their wives and children will get sick one day, right? So even if someone is plotting against me behind my back, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble in front of me. After all, no one knows if he and his family will need my help next time."

"So the rumors are actually true." Ivan lowered his head and immersed his whole body in the medicine, muttering to himself.

Tomila was a very strange person. When they first met, Ivan found that she was always cold and very aggressive towards everyone, especially men.

But after spending a long time together, perhaps Ivan's clear and foolish student mind touched her, and she soon became lively, talked to Ivan about everything, and taught him many common sense issues in this world.

For example, currants are actually berries, also called gooseberries, with a unique aroma, not chestnuts soaked in vinegar.
However, she still treated other people with the same cold attitude, nothing changed.

The two chatted for a long time. Ivan felt that the effect of the medicine had worn off, so he prepared to change the bathtub to wash his body.

"I'm almost done soaking, aren't you going to step aside for a while?"

"I'm not shy, so why should you be shy? On the day I rescued you, I cleaned every part of your body. What's there to hide?" Tomila said righteously.

"That's what you said." Ivan stood up and jumped into another bathtub filled with clean water.

Tomila looked normal, but her cheeks were slightly red.

"Hey, you're leaving here, right?" After a moment of silence, Tomila took the initiative to speak.

"Why do you say that?" Ivan raised his head in surprise and looked into her eyes.

"That sword," Tomila pointed at Ivan's steel sword hanging on the wall. "You told me before, though it's not absolute, that you demon hunters mostly only use silver swords to kill monsters, right? Steel swords are rarely used." "This sword is stained with blood. If I'm not mistaken, it must belong to that elder and his bandits. After all, you only accept commissions to hunt water ghosts, and you told me you've tolerated them for a long time."

Ivan looked in the direction of her finger and saw a small spot of blood on the hilt of the sword. It was left when he killed the yellow-haired man, but he missed a little when cleaning the steel sword, so it remained.

Ivan didn't know what to say for a moment because he didn't expect a herbalist to have such keen observation.

In fact, he was leaving this place. This was his last medicinal bath, and he came here to say goodbye to Tomila.

It is completely impossible for him to integrate into the life of ordinary people. With the red gourd by his side, his path to becoming a formal demon hunter will surely not be as bumpy as others.

Next, he planned to go to other places to hunt monsters, absorb more essence to improve his strength, and appreciate the cultural landscape of the other world.

The wine of Toussaint, the snow-capped mountains of Kaer Morhen, the sea of ​​Skellige, and the bathhouse of Novigrad may not have been opened there at that time.

He wanted to experience it himself and see it for himself.

Of course, the mission of the mountain trial still needs to be completed, but another griffin must be found. It is obvious that something went wrong with the previous one that died. He can only take revenge after his strength has increased to a certain level. He will not die in vain like a fool.

Tomila is his only friend since he came to this world and also his savior.

But she is just an ordinary person after all, and Ivan was afraid that what he did today would scare her if he told her, so he had to hide it.

Unexpectedly, she still found out. After all, murder must have scared her.

In order to protect the local residents in Blaviken, Geralt killed Renfri and seven dwarfs, and was called the "Butcher of Blaviken".

He had killed more than this number today. Although Ivan didn't care what others thought of him, it was impossible for him not to care about Tomila.

Seeing Ivan's silence, Tomila's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, as if she understood his thoughts. She said nothing more, but just sighed slightly, gently lifted the curtain, and walked out.

After all, we can't even be friends anymore.

Ivan muttered to himself, feeling a little heavy-hearted. Today might be the last time he saw Tomila.

Just as Ivan was immersed in these sad thoughts, the door curtain was gently lifted again, and Tomila, dressed in a gauze, walked in quietly. The moonlight sprinkled on her body, as if she was coated with a layer of hazy glow.

"Tomila, I thought you..." Ivan was so surprised that he stuttered.

"Since we are parting ways, I don't want to have any regrets." Tomila walked slowly to the bathtub, paused slightly, lifted her long legs, and stepped in slowly.

The water flooded the ground.

(End of this chapter)