Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

Is that man the Son of God? Many serfs thought so in their hearts. What Son of God?

"It's done." After a while, Lind finished bandaging the wound, raised his arm, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "I've cleaned the wound as much as I could, and I've used medicine and magic on her. Whether she can survive depends on her luck."

While the beastmen were chasing the escaped serfs and preventing them from going to Vickro to inform the enemy, Lind was not idle either. He was rescuing a patient, a patient with sepsis due to trauma infection.

To be honest, before the time travel, this kind of patient would have been sent directly to the EICU or SICU, but Lind had no choice. The conditions were not met here, so he could only treat the patient on the spot.

The condition was obvious: the leg was bitten by a wild beast, the wound was infected, and then sepsis was caused.

The condition was clear, and the treatment method was also clear: thorough wound debridement, followed by large doses of antibiotics, and symptomatic treatment. The medical equipment that Linde had prepared finally came in handy.

Although this world has magic and divine arts, which are healing technologies, they also have significant limitations. Through Lind's observations, Lind found that magic and divine arts are effective in treating trauma that has just begun, but the effect of treating infectious diseases is very poor, and sometimes it can even accelerate the patient's death.

Linde hadn't figured out the specific reason yet, but it also made Linde determined to reproduce the medical supplies from his previous life as much as possible. Various medical devices were successfully manufactured after the appearance of Linus, the magic rune craftsman. As for the drugs used...

Allicin, the antibiotic Lind gave to the patient.

Speaking of antibiotics, many people's first reaction is penicillin. Indeed, the difficulty of preparing penicillin is not too high, and it can be reproduced with current technology, but the selection of bacterial strains is very difficult. The traditional method of preparing penicillin is very easy to mix in various impurities that are difficult to control, and it is also easy to mix in toxic ingredients.

If you want to make penicillin, you can only use the exhaustive method at this stage. As long as you find a usable strain of bacteria, you can then start mass production. But the problem is that Linde now has no time to use the exhaustive method.

Although penicillin is not available, allicin is fine, especially since garlic is available on the island of Ivojin. As for the production of allicin, there are only three steps: crushing, adding ethanol, and distillation.

Honestly speaking, Lind had no idea whether allicin was useful or not. After all, he had never used such a low-end antibiotic in clinical practice before traveling through time. Even penicillin was rarely used. All he used were piperacillin, ceftriaxone and the more advanced ones were imipenem.

Because he had no idea what would happen, Lind prepared for the worst and told the patient's family about it. After the operation, Lind looked at the patient and his complexion seemed to be better.

The surgical instruments were put away. Linde said nothing during the whole process, while Ranna stood by Linde the whole time, like a responsible female knight.

Lind stood up and looked at Ranna. This was the first time that Lind carefully observed the girl in front of him. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and was about 1.65 meters tall, which was definitely tall for a woman of this era. She had short hair that reached her ears, and was clean and capable. She looked quite outstanding and very attractive, with a heroic look.

Although she was dressed like a country girl, Linde gave the impression that she was a female knight.

"What's your name?"

"Ranna, sir." Ranna replied respectfully.

"grown ups?"

"You are a noble, my lord."

In the eyes of common people, noble lords pride themselves on being noble and common people can only look up to them. But Ranna is different. In Ranna's view, the so-called noble lords are no different. They will all die if chopped. It's just that because of the existence of magic, it's more difficult to kill them. Therefore, Ranna has never had any respect for nobles.

But at this moment, Ranna respected the young noble in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

Chapter 364: Batoran's Immigration

Linde was a little surprised that Ranna could tell his noble identity. He was very sure that he was not wearing anything related to nobility on his body, such as a shield to identify his identity.

"How did you know I was a noble?" Lind asked curiously. "I don't have any markings on me, do I?"

"You are indeed not wearing anything that can identify you, my noble lord." Ran Na smiled. "But your temperament cannot be faked."

"temperament?"

"You have a ruddy complexion and fair skin, and the clothes you wear are not something that ordinary civilians can afford. You have thirty loyal and brave warriors... well, warriors." When talking about warriors, Ranna hesitated. "The way they look at you is the way they look at a beloved lord, so I am sure that you are a noble."

"Good observation." Lin De was flattered by the rainbow fart, especially by a good-looking prospective queen. "What about you?"

"I'm just a serf." Ranna laughed bitterly at herself and then pretended to kneel down. "From now on, I'm yours."

As Ranna was about to kneel down and swear allegiance to Linde, but Linde quickly stopped Ranna.

"...Am I not worthy of being yours?" Seeing that she was stopped from kneeling, a trace of panic flashed in Ranna's eyes.

"If you want to swear allegiance to me, fine, but please remember the first rule: you are not allowed to kneel." Lind stared into Ranna's eyes and said in a firm tone.

"...Yes, sir." The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ranna nodded to show her acceptance.

The two stood up again. Linde looked at Ranna curiously and asked in a serious tone: "If you really want to be loyal to me, then you must tell the truth. Are you really a serf? Not some noble female knight who made a mistake and was exiled?"

"I swear to you in the name of Goddess Lesaya that I am not an exiled daughter of a noble. I am just an ordinary serf." Ranna said in a firm tone.

Although Ranna's dress and subconscious behavior did not seem like that of an aristocrat, especially a Bartolan aristocrat who had the so-called chivalrous etiquette ingrained in his bones, Ranna's temperament and conversation made it impossible for Linde to equate her with an ignorant serf.

To be a little discriminatory, at this stage, Lind really doesn't believe that ordinary people who have no education and often go hungry can have such vision.

However, the other party was not talking about the Lady of the Lake, the only designated belief of the Knights of Bartoran, but the goddess Lesaya. Lind recalled that it was the most common belief among civilians, the goddess of mercy.

"Do you know swordsmanship?"

“I learned it secretly.”

"Can you ride a horse?"

"There's no one in Batoran who doesn't know how to ride a horse."

Linde stroked his chin and looked at Ranna, thinking about something. She said she was not a female knight, but a serf, but...

I also have the title of Baron, and it seems that a Baron can confer upon himself the title of knight?

"What's your sister's name?"

"Hespan, my lord."

"Hespin, right?" Lind nodded. "I tried my best to protect your sister, but I can't guarantee that she will survive."

"I know, your Excellency."

"Go stay with your sister. I need to talk to the others."

After a few brief exchanges, Linde turned and walked towards the group of controlled serfs. Ranna stared at Linde's back until her sister's muffled groan drew her attention back.

"Hmm..." Hespan, lying on the haystack, groaned.

"Sister!? Are you awake!?" Upon hearing the voice, Ran Na immediately knelt beside her sister to check on her condition.

"Sister..." Hespan looked at her sister weakly. "I'm still alive?"

"You are still alive." Ranna said in a firm tone.

Compared to before, Hespan's complexion was better, and her body temperature had dropped a little, not as hot as before. Hespan's eyes were full of confusion, she was not dead yet, she glanced around, and then she saw the group of beastmen with strange styles around her.

Memories before he fell into a coma came flooding back to his mind. Hespan recalled that when the enemy attack signal came, he subconsciously followed his sister's instructions and smeared mud on his face to avoid being attacked because of his appearance.

What happened when he was unconscious? A series of question marks appeared above Hespan's head.

Linde, accompanied by Fran, walked towards the surrounded serfs.

Seeing Lind coming over, these serfs showed uncontrollable fear on their faces. This was not surprising. Although the "nun" beside Lind distributed food to them, they were surrounded by beastmen after all, and they did not know the difference between the new beastmen and the chaos beastmen.

"Hello, friends who have come from afar. My name is Linde, and I am a vassal serving the master of this land." Linde said loudly to the serfs in front of him. "I know that you are all from the other side of the sea. Where are you from specifically?"

Although he already knew the other party's identity, Lind still wanted the other party to say it in person.

"I... We are from the Kingdom of Batoran, sir." Soon, an elderly man who looked to be in his fifties stood up. "We are from different places in Batoran. I am from Cologne. My homeland was flooded, the fields were washed away, the house was gone, and the remaining food was gone. The lord was unwilling to accept us and wanted to drive us away..."

The elder's words were stammering, and soon they turned into something like a complaint. After the elder took the lead, others followed suit and explained the reasons for their visit.

The situation of immigrants in Batoran is somewhat different from that in the Holy Empire. Most of the immigrants in the Holy Empire were exiled because they committed crimes, while the immigrants in Batoran were all thrown here like garbage after their homes were hit by disasters.

"Your Excellency." After the grievance-like explanation had calmed down a bit, the elder who had spoken at the beginning boldly asked, "Excuse me...are you willing to let us, the homeless, live on your land?"

"Of course, as long as you abide by the rules of this land." Lind nodded. "Unlike the lord of Batoran, my lord and I don't need you to contribute 90% of the harvest."

After getting Lind's approval, the group of people who had been wandering for a long time finally showed joy on their faces. Not for anything else, just because they had a home.

Especially, they no longer have to pay the 19th tax, which is what makes them happiest.

"There is one more thing." Seeing that the serfs' vigilance had dropped, Lind continued. "The person who brought you here invaded my lord's land. I am going to attack him, so I need to know the details of the situation here."

Chapter 365 Do you want glory?

Not long after, the little leader lying on the ground woke up slowly. The first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his head.

The pain caused the little leader's memory to become chaotic for a short period of time. He subconsciously tried to stand up, and then he found himself tied up.

What happened!? Why am I tied up!?

After a brief memory confusion, the little leader recalled why he was unconscious. He was ordered to supervise the serfs to build a camp next to the woods so that they could get a stable source of wood. Then a group of beastmen suddenly rushed out of the woods and attacked him.

But the ones who knocked him out were not those blasphemous beastmen, but a human who was mixed with the beastmen.

I was shamelessly ambushed!

Anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he recalled everything before he fainted. The little leader opened his eyes and looked around angrily, looking for the shameless man who knocked him unconscious.

Then he saw that shameless man giving a speech to the serfs.

"I know that you were all honest people, farmers who worked peacefully on the land, but your lords abandoned you and turned you away like garbage when you needed help the most. They had been collecting high taxes from you and promised to protect your safety, but what was the result?"

"The Pruya family promised to give you a place to stay and brought you to this isolated island, but in reality your treatment has not improved at all! You are still starving, not well fed and not well clothed! You may die of cold and hunger at any time!"

"But from now on, as long as you are willing, you will no longer be refugees. You will be legal residents of New Dundalk. We will provide you with sufficient food, shelter from the wind and rain, and protect your safety. As long as you abide by the laws of New Dundalk!"

After Lind's speech, the serfs, whose eyes were originally full of numbness, gradually showed some light, especially when they talked about their place to settle down.

No matter how numb they are inside, they are still human beings after all. As long as they are human beings, they will not like to live an unstable life where they may die at any time.

"Don't be deceived by him!" Just as Lind was giving his speech, the little leader who had fallen to the ground suddenly shouted at the serfs. "You are the subjects of the Pruva family! Don't forget your loyalty! Subjects! Take up your weapons! Fight for your lord!"

The little leader's voice attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were focused on the little leader at the same time.

The serfs looked at the little leader with blank eyes and were indifferent to his words, while Lind almost laughed out loud. Loyalty? You said loyalty to a group of serfs! ? You said loyalty to a group of serfs who were not fed enough! ?

"Foolish serfs!" Seeing the serfs' indifference, the little leader continued to shout, "Don't think you can survive! Look what's standing around you! They are fallen beastmen! Follow them! All the men will be eaten! All the women will be used for reproduction...ah!"

"Don't call us the barbaric Chaos Beastmen!" Fran couldn't stand it any longer and hit the little leader in the face with her cane. "We are not the barbaric Chaos Beastmen! We are the followers of the Mother Earth! New Beastmen!"

"That's right! We are the children of Mother Earth!"

"For the Mother Goddess of Earth and His Highness the Son of God!"

Led by Fran, the beastmen started shouting one after another, and the serfs, who had been shaken in their hearts after hearing the beastmen's name, regained their calm.

"Everyone, did you hear that? The beastmen standing around you are not the beastmen you are familiar with, but the new beastmen." Linde took the opportunity to say, "The new beastmen here are different from the beastmen you are familiar with. I believe you can see that. If you don't believe it, you can leave on your own and return to the so-called Pruva family and continue to pay the tithe."

Image can play an extraordinary role in many cases. The serfs don't know the difference between the new beastmen and the chaos beastmen, but the appearance of the new beastmen is very different from that of the chaos beastmen, so even ignorant serfs can see the difference between the two.

Moreover, among the beastmen brought by Lind, quite a few are very beautiful from a human perspective, including the handsome wolf lady, the cute rabbit, and the adorable white-haired water pump loli, which invisibly increases their credibility of Lind's words.

The serfs looked at each other with some hesitation in their eyes. Many serfs were shaken. Although it would be hard to go back, if they didn't go back and followed Lind's words, the future would be unknown. The earliest fear of mankind came from the unknown.

And at this critical moment, Ranna spoke.

"Sir, is what you said true?" Ran Na suddenly asked loudly to Lin De.

"Of course it's true. Do I have to lie to you?" Linde looked at Ranna's eyes and immediately understood.

"Then...I'm willing to go with you." said Ranna.

"I, I'm going too!"

"I want to follow you!"

After Ranna took the lead, the remaining serfs gradually expressed their willingness to follow Linde. Linde looked at Ranna's expression, thoughtful. What a clever village girl! She had already sworn allegiance to him, and now she did it again. It was obviously an act.

Could it be another Efit? Lind thought.

Seeing that all the serfs had joined Linde, the leader was furious and shouted at the serfs: "You bunch of lowly serfs! Where is your loyalty? Where is the oath of allegiance you swore to the lord? You have no faith at all! That's why you are lowly serfs!"

"Alright, alright, stop yelling." Linde walked to the little leader with a smile and squatted down. "If you have the energy to yell, you might as well take a rest."

"And if you can't even feed them, don't expect them to stand by you. Some of the bread piled in your luggage is moldy."

"Humph! You are a despicable sneak attacker!" The little leader said to Lind with gritted teeth. "You have become corrupted by hanging around with the beastmen!"

"Whatever you say, you lost anyway." Lind was not angry. "You lost the duel. According to the agreement, you are now my prisoner."

"Bah!" the little leader cursed, spitting at Lind. "You attacked me in a despicable way! Your victory is not honorable!"

"It's okay, just be glorious." Linde said with a smile. "So you want glory?"

"Of course not!"