noble pharmacist

Owen Custer put down the mead and looked at the gloomy sky outside.Late autumn has almost passed, and the mist of early winter has already fallen outside the window in the evening.The deadness outside was in stark contrast to the warm lighting and bustling crowd inside the tavern.

Taverns usually do well when farming is bad, and alcohol is far more popular as a hallucinogen than Elfleaf.

There are all kinds of people who patronize the Clover Tavern: shellfish merchants who don't show their wealth, servants working in the castle, farmers who have their land taken away and look sad...and almost all the idlers in Aiye Town.

Two men with cigarettes in their mouths greeted Owen, and one of them had an ugly scar from the corner of his eye: "Hey, the little boy who is a stone carving, come to drink again?"

"It's not good to hide behind Grandpa and do handicrafts." The other came closer, put his hand on Owen's shoulder, and pretended to be familiar: "Hey, lend us three gold coins."

Owen waved away impatiently: "I didn't, go away."

He was restless, and his dream was to be a brave Denton knight, fighting for a noble cause written in a book, instead of nesting in a small dark room doing shell carvings, and then being called "Little Whiteface".

Scarface shook his legs like a ruffian, and suddenly grabbed his collar: "Hey, you dare to be tough with the Liberal Party, little boy?"

In all fairness, although Owen behaves like a harmless lamb, he has a well-proportioned physique, coupled with his impulsive youth personality, his fists are quite powerful.However, one-on-two, he was punched in the stomach, and Owen slowly squatted down while leaning on the corner of the table, and was kicked on the back again.

"Three gold coins can't be contributed to the Liberals. Doesn't old man Joe, who everyone says 'Deep Blue Love', have money?!" Scarface spat out the cigarette he was holding: "I heard from the old man that you still want to be a royal knight The lackeys of the regiment, hahaha!"

People watched silently.

Owen was dizzy and almost fell to his knees when suddenly a hand firmly held his shoulder.He tried to stand still, without looking back, only to see a strand of beautiful black curly hair falling down his shoulder.A strong hand passed under his armpit and steadied him to his feet.He was almost clinging to the chest of the person who supported him behind him.

The man behind him chuckled and whistled: "Liberals? Are you Liberals?"

"What's the matter? Are you scared?!" The man who kicked him laughed arrogantly: "There is no one in Aiye Town who doesn't know about Brother Zac, and if you know the truth, quickly bring the gold coins. The circus troupe from other places doesn't know about me. No wonder..."

Owen remembered who was hugging him. It was the owner of the circus troupe who was staying at his house, and his name was Ryan... Ryan Black.

Owen pushed him away: "The Liberals are... a bunch of mobs who bully the weak. You go away and deal with your own affairs."

Before the words were finished, the people behind had let go.The troubadours were already in his way.

Wei Wei raised the corner of her mouth: "This is not your own business."

He punched in the face, and the speed of the punch was so fast that the left side of his face swelled up before Scarface could react. Owen was sure he heard the sound of teeth breaking.The next few punches hit the stomach, Scarface scolded, and squatted down covering his stomach.

Another Zach brother grabbed the brass wine jug and rushed up from behind.Ryan was extremely agile, and his elbow hit the sneak attacker's chest. The man staggered a few steps and covered his chest, looking like he had broken a few bones.

The onlookers started booing, and some even ordered a glass of wine for Ryan.

He took the wine with a smile and drank it. He reached into the cowhide bag on his waist and took out a dagger. The tip of the knife was shining brightly under the light.The point of the knife raised Scarface's chin, and the voice whispered in his ear: "Freedom, equality, hard work—did anyone tell you the rules of the Liberals when you joined?"

No one heard what Ryan said, but Scarface's face gradually turned white and distorted.Ryan turned back with a smile again: "Hello, Claude, invite the two gentlemen out."

Two clowns came out slowly from the corner of the bar, dragged the two gangsters out of the door, and disappeared into the gradually thickening fog.

Owen was dumbfounded.

Only then did the troubadour turn around, took off his traveling cap and bowed exaggeratedly like a performer: "Your Highness, I have surprised you."

"Denton runs around all the year round, so I have to learn some self-defense skills." Ryan patted him on the shoulder, and glanced in the direction where the clown disappeared: "I have heard that there are people pretending to be Liberals here in Aiye Town, oops, I will help His Majesty the King." Lesson learned..." He lowered his voice: "Now go out of the tavern and go straight home, you have been followed all day."

Ryan didn't return to "Heart of Deep Blue" until dark.

It was a month before people saw Brother Zac again at the tavern.Scarface lost a finger, and the other had a scar on his face.As for what else is missing, people don't know, they only know that they found a porter's job at the dock, honestly earning their own mead money, and no longer extorting money.

If someone asks about being picked up by the wandering circus that day, they keep silent.

Only one time when they drank too much, one of them said three words: "Judger."

Hearing these three words, the other Zac brother looked around in panic, and suddenly woke up more than half of the wine.

In order to thank him for saving his grandson, Old Joe specially left a whole smoked salmon for Ryan on the dinner table.A lady wearing a black veil ordered a shell-carved bracelet, and Owen went out to deliver it to her hotel.

Ryan looked outside worriedly.

Owen still didn't come back until late at night.The silver-haired harp girl stood up: "I'll go to that hotel and ask."

Old Qiao didn't take it seriously: "This lady is our regular customer, he probably went crazy somewhere else."

Lane winked, and a clown stood up and closed the doors and windows of the workshop.

"If I heard correctly, a baby was sold from Walter to Castle Aiye 23 years ago, and the seller's name was Joe Custer." The usually idle troubadour lowered his face and stared straight at The eyes of the old man: "Your grandson has been followed for three days, maybe you can tell me more about the lady wearing the veil."

"—so we can tell you who we suspect is the baby you're buying."

Ryan regretted his dereliction of duty as a guardian. He ran in his intelligence system all day and fell on the bed to complain to his circus troupe: "The prince lost sight of it, and Ann didn't reply to my letter. I've been so unlucky recently. "

Joker poured him a glass of wine.The harp woman leaned against the wall and glanced at him from a distance: "If you don't fool around with other women, Anderson will definitely write back to you."

Anderson, of course, could not reply.He was neither at Walter, Countess Bacons's castle, nor at Cole.He spends most of his time lying on the softest bed in Fort Ayer, covered with a comfortable woolen blanket, always waking up with the sunset falling through the window, and a 15-year-old page boy will clatter the tray of steaming dinner. Put it on the bedside.

Seth would come over sometimes and just sit in a high-backed velvet chair by the bed, crossing his legs and reading paperwork.

If he refused to drink the black tea with the fairy leaves, Seth would stand up silently and force him to drink it.

"As long as you don't try to escape from here, you'll be fine," he said.

"Have you slept in bed all your life?" Anderson sneered, "The Marquis's idea is really different."

This method of forcibly shutting people down, no one would believe that he was not a pet that Seth kept on the bed on a whim.The child who delivered the meal was very interesting. Every time he put the plate on the bedside with a bang, he walked away without looking sideways.Being despised by a kid, Anderson felt very helpless, and his current situation was really hard to explain clearly.

Seth forced him to drink LSD, but every time he woke up and checked his body, there was no sign of being violated.

Once, the child who usually delivered meals didn't come for three days, and the housekeeper brought the dinner, saying that the child had gone home to take care of his sick mother.Anderson asked about his condition and found that it was a common cold in this area. The onset was not serious, but it would lead to pneumonia if it was delayed.He wrote a prescription and asked the housekeeper to bring it to the boy.He knew which medicinal materials in Aiyebao were cheap and which were expensive, and the medicines above were affordable even for the poor.A week later, when the door opened a crack and the boy poked his head in, this time the dishes were placed evenly, and Anderson raised his eyebrows.

"You're actually a doctor." The little brat muttered, "Thank you."

"No, I'm a pharmacist." Anderson said flatly.

"I thought you belonged to the Marquis...that." The little kid bit his lip, "Master Marquis often brings lovers here, just like you, they are kept on the bed."

Anderson suddenly became interested: "How many, um, such people are there in the castle now?"

"Before you came, you had four or five spares. You know that the Marquis seldom comes back, and he usually returns to the Hot Spring Palace after staying for three to five days. I don't know why I stayed here for a long time this time." The little boy curled his lips: "Don't worry, those people Now they are all gone, the Marquis only likes you."

Anderson explained: "We are not in this relationship. The Marquis just... temporarily detained me here."

The little kid didn't believe it: "I heard people say that the Marquis comes here to sleep every night."

A few days later, when delivering the meal, the little boy suddenly said: "Mom said that men should go out to work, and being raised in bed is useless." He added: "You can't eat forever if you are good-looking."

Anderson laughed out loud: "Is your mother cured?"

"I took the medicine according to your method, and I'm fine."

The little kid was awkward for a while: "My name is Tony, Tony Stowe, and I do odd jobs here. You can tell me what you want, and I'll find it for you."

Anderson asked him to go to the castle medicine store to find some sticks of lost incense.He explained in detail how to climb into the high window of the medicine room along the drain pipe, and then jumped in by stepping on the third cabinet.The little kid was surprised that he knew such details, and Anderson wanted to say that I used to do this when I was a child, so I held back.

Tony lived up to his expectations and got the lost incense, hidden in the dinner plate and sent it over.

Lost incense can resist the hypnotic effect of part of the fairy leaves, so Anderson prepares to flee.

Seth had no idea that night.He didn't come until after Anderson was fast asleep as usual.Sitting on the bedside for a while, he bent down and kissed the forehead of the sleeping man, and put the candle on the bedside.Even after using the fairy leaves, Anderson still fell asleep unsteadily, as if something unpleasant happened in the dream, his brows were furrowed, and his eyelashes fluttered unsteadily.Seth kissed his eyelashes again, took off his windbreaker, and lay down on his side against Anderson.

She reached out to hug Anderson's waist, rested her chin on the shoulder socket of the person in her arms, and closed her eyes.

The more similar they are, the more inviolable they are.

Just holding it like this is enough.

Seth thought it was ridiculous that he would indulge in this hallucination.

Anderson woke up in the middle of the night, firstly because the effectiveness of the elf leaf was gradually weakening, and secondly because something was strangling his chest tight.Touching someone's arm, turning around to see Seth's sleeping face.