The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

I woke up.

Night.

The fireworks are burning.

Feel the temperature of the old horse Stabolos on the side.

"You're a satanic horse.

Dragging you up from the river is like that horse.

Even when I found you, it stuck right next to you, warming you up. "

I hear voices from the other side of the fireworks.

It's a woman's voice.

"If you can wake up, wake up and eat.

I let you use the dried meat that was in your luggage.

And dried bread. "

My body was wrapped around a cloak filled with grass.

Trying to get up, I realized it was difficult.

I don't move as my body thinks.

"My clothes are already dry.

You'd better get dressed first. "

That's what I said, I stood up and walked in.

I am an old woman.

This woman is getting older than I have any idea how old she is.

Her hair is white, her face and hands are full of wrinkles, but her feet are firm.

I asked the old woman to help me, let her flutter her body somehow say something, and wore underwear, a shirt and pants.

Then we ate.

In a round pan, which was Baldo's possession, a soup was made in which the roots of the trees and the dried meat were boiled in water and the dried bread was dropped.

I took the time to eat it.

"You fell into the river because you got sick and slipped your legs, didn't you?

I'd like you to let me know how you were doing. "

I told the old lady what I remember.

On the way over the mountain, my body was getting weaker and weaker.

In time, my toes and fingertips got very cold.

Then, my chest went up from time to time and I couldn't breathe.

When I went down to the Valley River and tried to drink water, my head felt like I could simmer, and I lost consciousness as it was.

It's not around the food, it's not sick.

It was a symptom I had never experienced before.

"Hmm.

I knew it.

Looks like that pill worked, so I thought it would. Hey.

Did you see the grass on the road, about the size of a fist, with purple, thick fruit?

I went by the side of the place where it was growing a lot, I replied.

It was a plant I had never seen, so I was impressed.

The old woman, who heard the answer, thought about it for a while before

"I'm sorry.

If you feel better in the morning, why don't you show me to that place? "

Bardo was grateful to the old lady.

If there is any going down, it is one that gives way to the things of gold and the things that can be used, and leaves with one prayer as well.

I don't know it in urban areas or anything like that, but I can't expect anything more from the periphery.

But this old lady seems to have taken me through Bardo, who was dying.

It would have been hard for this dead tree-like old woman to move around the stately bald, albeit old, and just take off her clothes.

The clothes are also dried for me, each near the fire.

The sword is also drained from the sheath and dried.

It set the fire and kept me warm, and also prepared my meal.

It would not have been easy to collect the woodcuts.

In the meantime, he apparently gave me a precious item called medicine or something.

If that old woman wanted to, she wanted to respond as much as she could.

2.

Even the next morning, he wasn't feeling well enough to walk long distances.

I took a meal and took a pill made by the old lady.

It's some kind of grass fried.

They say it has the drug effect of restoring health.

When I asked the old lady her name, she replied these days that she was called a witch.

That's too ominous a nickname.

A witch is a terrible way to call it.

It's not like I call myself that.

The old woman began to talk about herself in a pompous way.

She lived in a small village in the back of the mountain, far from here.

When she was little, she was taken by her mother to pass by, and because her mother helped the sick, she was begged by the villagers to live there.

Her mother was an excellent pharmacist.

She was also planted by her mother to become a pharmacist and, even after her mother's death, remained in the village.

On the periphery, pharmacists are valuable.

When it happened, people came from far away villages, relying on her medicine.

He continued to heal people's injuries and illnesses for decades, living a life scarce in change but quite happy, and old.

The turning point was still a disease.

The mother had taught me about the disease, but the ingredients of the medicine were expensive and rare, which I could hardly see on the border.

The villagers, one after the other, fell ill and died from the irresistible.

She herself developed a girl who did not suffer from it because she had been drinking resistant herbs from day to day, but who was adored like her own grandson.

Actually, just for one, she had that medicine.

It is what my mother left me.

However, the mother left behind that this medicine should never be used except by herself.

She disobeyed her mother's instructions and gave the girl medication.

The girl took her life.

Knowing that, all the villagers wanted medicine.

I couldn't accept the excuse that it was gone.

Eventually, when the disease still subsided, what was left of her was the resentment of the villagers.

Even the girl who saved her life hated her.

Because the girl's parents were not given medication, but died.

Someone said, "Why can't I get sick?"

Yeah, hey, I've never seen that Bubba get sick, someone replied.

Mostly, someone else said how long has that Bubba been alive?

Someone replied that when my grandfather was born, he had already said goodbye.

A witch (Torael).

I don't know who was the first to mention it.

But everyone accepted the word.

Deal with the devil (Beardroo) and do the evil deed, a monster who is invisible to people.

Extend your life by protecting the devil, and also do numerous secrets.

I should have been able to formulate a potent medicine with a scratch.

No.

Was that really a pill?

There is a price to pay for protecting the devil.

How many villagers has that witch sold to the devil before?

I see.

This disease must have been the work of that witch in the first place.

The villagers, surrounding her cabin, tied her to a pillar and set fire to her from the outside.

I'm done talking about the old lady here, so I didn't think,

So how did you help?

And I couldn't help but notice.

In contrast, the old woman,

"Come on.

Being here now must have helped.

Maybe one of the villagers remembered my mother and my gratitude. "

So I laughed, and I didn't add any further explanations.

If she was burned as she was but she didn't die, this old woman must be a literal witch.

But Bardo, a muscled realist, only believes what he was convinced to see with his own eyes.

I've fought with Warcraft (Keygel), and I know there are strange creatures called Demons (Guierganos), but I didn't believe in the existence of such things as Demons (Beardrue) or Witches (Torael).

I've met him many times since I named him Immortal (Chateauli) or Prophet (Torilla Corache).

Some possessed quite excellent findings, but none had extraneous power.

What they call a magic miracle (Davayu) is just some sort of discipline unknown to people, or else a slightly different wife.

I heard countless complaints that demons were witches, but all I actually investigated and found was the darkness of people's hearts in every case.

This old woman, who was nearly burned to death by a curse word from a villager who had bestowed a favour, somehow doesn't seem to live in darkness in her heart.

What dwells in the heart of this old woman?

"You wake up from the sickness that you suffer when Geriadra's fruit begins.

That's not really powder.

It's a little bug egg, parasitic to Geriadra.

This egg hatches (fumbles) only in the human body.

The bug, raised from the egg, tries to transform the human body so that it is comfortable with itself.

If you take your medicine before the eggs hatch, the eggs will die and the disease will heal.

After hatching, I can't help you. "

The old woman opened her wipes and let her take out the little nuts.

"If you rinse and drink this Goliosa fruit, you can kill the eggs.

You and I, we just drank, so we won't be sick for another three days or so.

Goriosa has no effect on any disease other than this.

Geriadra and Goriosa rarely grow up, hey.

Strangely enough, when Guerriadora grows, Goriosa always grows too.

I was surprised to get into this mountain.

There were a lot of goriosas everywhere.

We need to find the Geriadra herd and burn it down.

It's the pharmacist's job. "

I thought this old woman was still a pharmacist.

Just as you are still a knight when you abandon Loc (Roku), break up with a certain person, and expose yourself to the journey of death alone.

3

Eventually, I left because I was feeling better enough to move for now.

It inevitably spanned Stabolos.

I felt bad about letting myself and the weight of my gear carry in addition to my luggage, but I didn't feel it would be a good idea to delay my departure any further.

I went along the river for a while and found out, but thankfully, the place that fell into the Valley River was not that far from the campsite.

From there to the place where the purple fruits grew, I could guide them without mistake.

"Shit, again.

Wow. "

Guerriadora grows on the edge of the mountain slope.

Fifty huts are likely to be built.

The green stem, which is as thick as a person's finger, stretches slightly to the height of the person's shoulder.

On the tip of the stretched stem, the fruit with bumpy protrusions is formed.

Actually, I'm green when I'm little.

As it grows, the stem drips off its head and actually turns into a toxic purple color.

When they grow up, they actually scatter cracked, odd-causing eggs.

If you look at the fruit that was open, it looks like the monster is opening his mouth to people.

"With all this crowd, there is little fruit that was open.

Looks like you made it to the right time. "

Eggs fly far away in the wind.

There doesn't seem to be any settlements nearby, nor is it rarely a place for travellers to pass by, but I see if we leave it like this, there will be a lot of damage somewhere.

Thinking, for example, the old woman said something horrible.

"When an egg enters a person's body, the host sleeps like he's dead.

Within the host, the eggs hatch, eat and grow the body of the host, and lay the eggs.

Bugs prefer to be in the back of people's bodies.

But when you eat up the back, the eggs flood the front of the body.

The overflowing eggs fly in the wind and tackle the next host.

When we get here, no one can stop us anymore.

Eggs flying from one host will wipe out one village and eventually the country will perish "

I asked if there was a country that had ever perished.

I wondered if the worms that would bring so much misery would have known better.

The old woman, hi-ha-ha, and a creepy laugh,

"There could have been."

I replied.

4.

It's almost night.

They went down to the Valley River and decided to camp.

Bardo caught the fish and the old woman picked the mountain vegetables.

Bardo hung a pan of water on his impromptu kamado.

The old woman placed only a few dead trees and dead leaves under the pot,

"Light me up."

I said.

I thought it might be better if I gathered some more firewood, but I followed the old lady's words, struck a firestone, burned dead leaves, and handily layered thin dead trees to create a spark.

The old woman has her eyes half-eyed, her hands open and pointing toward the spark, crushing something in her mouth.

Looks like she's singing a nose song.

and the spark fire, one after the other, burned to the dead trees around him.

That appearance, in Baldo's eyes, unnaturally appeared.

It seems the tree isn't burning yet, but it's burning.

It's like there's a will in the flames and you're walking with a chick.

Instantly a big flame started to burn up and heat the pan, but the look of it is unnatural again.

The fire is too large and too strong for the amount of firewood.

And the dead tree, which should be burned out soon enough, doesn't burn out.

"I always need a tan for my surgery.

God is the only one who creates something where there is nothing.

Those who can do that rarely do.

But if you have a small little tare, you can make it bigger or make it look bigger.

Know the power of flames to burn and the action of flames to burn, please.

Leaves, dead trees, flames, wind and all that they contain, please.

And in pots and water and all that's in there. "

Every bit, with two palms in flames, the old woman snapped.

Not so much, the water came to a boil.

Too soon, Bardo thought.

The old woman took out Baldo's dried meat and cut it off into a pan.

Next, yams, vegetables and a little rock salt and medicinal flavor were added.

Slight dead trees have no sign of burning out.

"So.

When you have to turn over witchcraft (Norgelga) or witchcraft (Norel).

You have to make sense and hold on to your heart.

That way, there's nothing to be done. "

Listening to the old woman, Bardo burned the fish he stabbed in the branches.

There was also a desire to ask about the strange moves performed by the old woman, but for some reason now I felt I should just listen and stay in my mind.

Bardo may have just seen something that uproots and flips the common sense he developed in his long life.

But I didn't feel a bit of a demon or a threat there.

By the right knowledge and procedures, he appeared as if there was something to be, and he just didn't know it.

After a slow meal, I drank the prescribed medicinal water, listening to the old woman's lecture.

Stabolos is eating grass nearby.

Horses, apart from quality leaves and vegetables, eat the grass around them for about half of their waking time.

I was able to feed two large yams today, and I had a slow meal time during the morning, so Stabolos is in a good mood.

To provide strength, the two and one slept early.

Illustration/Mr Matajiro