Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

I was shaken by a carriage for about thirty minutes and sometimes saw the outside landscape through the windows of the passenger cars, but although the public roads to the western territories are maintained, they are easily vandalized by the beasts because the four sides are surrounded by mountains, and the shaking is transmitted greatly whenever plugged into a bumpy path.

"Mr. Rendle, are you okay? You're gonna sit tight."

"... a little shaking... it's been a long time since I've been in a carriage..."

Exactly in this wobble, I would get drunk no matter how good the Triple Pipe is. Speaking of which, I don't actually care about shaking because I drink anti-drunkenness before I get in the carriage.

"You should take your anti-drunken pills. Sometimes I get a little sleepy, but it should work well."

"... Yes, thank you"

Mr. Rendle looks fluffy and pretty sick, but rubbing his back makes me hesitate to look at him for some reason.

(It's hard to tell because the shoulders on the coat are swollen, but this guy's skeleton... you don't have too much shoulder strain. I don't know because I'm wearing a hat, but the shape of my head is also neutral... some people have that kind of physique, but that's rare)

I don't even want to ask you to take off your coat because I want to avoid what you suspect is male. But I'm worried about things like putting my hands on my knees when I sit down. At first it was subtly an inner crotch, but when I realized what I cared about, my knees opened slightly - and now it's like I'm observing.

When I gave her a vial containing anti-drunken medication, Mr. Rendle turned his back on me and pulled down the collar that was hiding his mouth, he took his medicine in one breath.

"Huh..."

"Huh..."

Even the way my throat sounds, there's something oddly colorful about it. No, I'm not, I don't have that kind of taste. Some aristocrats prefer masculinity, but I was born a commoner.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Was this medicine made by Master Glass?

"Oh, oh... I made fruit vinegar and extracts of tea or something. Your stomach is refreshing because you use hacka oil."

"Wow...... sounds like something, food ingredients. I can't believe I made your pills with it."

Since it is fundamental that people make medicines out of what they can put in their mouths, any ingredient, such as herbs and fruits, can be an ingredient in the medicine.

In my case, if it's a 'vegetable material', I can tell what effect it has on the human body if it's put in my mouth. I can tell if it is poisonous even if I just touched it, so it doesn't mean it will hit the weed or mushroom poison.

Even in the unlikely event that you get poisoned, you can look for plants that have the ingredients you need to detoxify. It was useful in the pharmacy class, but it still didn't mean that it would be recognized as a piece of art by the college's physique.

"... Dear Glass, how have you been?

"No, I'm glad the anti-drunkenness worked. Because in some people, it doesn't really work."

"I'm glad the medicine Glass made worked. If I catch a cold, you can treat Master Glass."

"There are all kinds of colds, but it's best to prevent them from taking them. If it's going to be popular with the Knights, I'll tell them what to do in advance."

When I'm talking to Mr. Rendle, I think I have an infinite amount of work to do. Most of all, I guess my new skills as a spiritualist are still immature.

"They used fruit vinegar to stop drunkenness...... maybe they used figs?

"Oh, you're right. You understand very well, Mr. Rendle. You like figs?

"Yes, no, because I knew the flavor. It just happened to hit me."

The figs the elders gave me helped me develop my medication a lot. But plants in the college and within reach of my feet alone couldn't cure every disease.

Leave the college and look for unknown plants - that way there will be more injuries and illnesses that can be cured more. I had that thought, but I was hesitant to leave the elders as they were.

But this morning, when I greeted the elders, they told me to go. Thanks to my care, I can live another fifteen years. He said he would be glad to be back in the meantime.

And there are two pieces of fruit that were given as goodbye, wrapped in paper and bagged. The other plants also told me to take myself, so I packed a bottle of scratch pills, hot and cold, and grass that I could use to detoxify. There are also bulbs and seeds so that they can be cultivated even when going to the West.

"I have dried bread and dried meat for lunch. I like figs, too, and this is how I bring them."

"When I take the fruit, I get less nutritional bias..." my friend also said.

"Oh, you're right. Whether it's vegetables or fruits, botanicals are basically good for your body. Meat and cereals are important, but otherwise they tend to be scarce."

If I touch an organism, I can diagnose which nutrients are missing. Plants that need to be consumed to make up for it come to mind.

Sometimes what comes up is an unknown plant that cannot be picked nearby. Some of the plants had demonized appearances, and I thought they were signed with spirits with good and bad spirits.

- But I still haven't even got a clue about the mysterious sight I saw when I signed the contract and what that woman was. I think I can dream about it for once.

"Well, it's time to eat..."

"No... just give me a minute. Something smells weird..."

"Eh... Dear Glass, this is...!

Something smells like burning. It's like a tree burning - it's faintly coming in through a window.

From the path of the mountain, a carriage that was proceeding out into a hilly area with tall grass abruptly stops.

"Customer, it looks like something is going on up ahead... Wow, that, demon... that, too, is such a huge crowd...!

I'm going outside to see what's going on. Then, on the hill beyond, black smoke was rising from the ranch cabin.

Something, sounds like earthquakes can be heard from further afield - as can the squealing of a tall creature. And then a number of fireballs fly into the cloudless blue sky, one after the other, poking at the cabin and spreading the fire.

(That... I've never seen it near the capital. Goblin......!

A little ghost with brown skin, a body about a human child - that's a dozen inmates in a party, attacking a ranch.

"Son of a bitch, the ghosts are coming with no punishment! I'm not giving you my sheep!

One man jumping out of the cabin releases an arrow toward the goblin - but the goblin is also a rustle, and he plays an arrow with an iron helmet over where he has taken it from.

"Giggle!"

The goblin at the rear of the line, the one riding - it was a pig that had never been bigger than the goblin. He is kicking without a fence, knocking down obstacles and advancing.

As he rolls up the dirt and dust and thrusts, Goblin cleverly puts an arrow on his bow and releases it at the man - not in a situation where he can keep watching.