Edith and Parr

Sobs.

Edith did not run far. She squatted in the corner of the Church hall, covering her mouth and sobbing. She wanted to keep her voice low so that no one else could hear her, but it was useless. After learning the news about Bolen's death, she could not withhold the grief in her heart.

Parr, who was chasing after her, found Edith directly thanks to her crying sound.

Sigh.

Thinking of Bolen, who died in battle, Parr sighed secretly and stood in the same place, silently looking at the crying Edith. After a long time, Parr stepped forward and squatted beside her while saying in a muffled voice.

"Because of Bolen, my village was saved from being destroyed by the cultists."

Edith quieted down. After Parr finished telling her what happened, she wiped the tears from her face and turned to look at him. Her mood was much better, and she reached out to pinch Parr's face.

"Little boy, you don't have to comfort me. It's the greatest honor for a Knight to die fighting cultists. You don't have to blame yourself for Bolen's death. That's his duty as a Knight."

Hearing Edith's way of addressing him, Parr was stunned for a moment, and then his heart went crazy.

'Wait, did she call me little boy? In my previous life, all the girls your age would call me Uncle or Big Brother!' 

…

"Am I really that tiny?"

Parr stood up abruptly, and so did Edith. The girl was taller than Parr by a lot. She looked down at Parr and reached out her hand to compare their heights.

"You're so short, so why shouldn't I call you little boy? How old are you? How did you become an adventurer at such a young age? Is the Knight your father? You two don't look alike, though…"

Parr was speechless upon looking at Edith, who had gotten rid of her sadness and started rambling like Larry. His body was a little small, but his soul was still an adult!

"Hahaha."

Seeing Parr's speechless look, Edith was in a much better mood. Just as she was about to continue rambling, her little nose twitched, and she smelled a sour stench. It came from Parr, who was in front of her.

"How many days have you not showered?" Edith covered her nose and took a step back.

"Seven days."

Parr replied casually and then wanted to leave. He did not want to continue listening to Edith's nagging.

"That long? That Knight of yours is out of line. Even adventurers have to pay attention to hygiene! It's easy to get sick if you don't shower."

As a Church Doctor, Edith began to ramble again. Although she had only officially joined the Church during this year's Harvest Festival, she studied with Larry for five or six years and could be considered a qualified doctor. She knew many ways to treat patients and save people and had plenty of knowledge about hygiene that she had to pay attention to daily.

Seeing Parr's dirty look, Edith could not stand it anymore.

"Little boy, let's go take a bath!"

With that, Edith took Parr's hand and left.

"Take a bath?"

…

Edith pulled Parr to her room. It was a very simple room. Besides a bed, a chair, and two stools, only a simple dressing table, a metal mirror, and a wooden comb in the middle of a bookshelf. The rest of the room was filled with books, bottles, and jars. Parr took a brief look and found that it was about the herbal knowledge of this world.

"Wait a moment. I'll go get the bathtub."

Edith pressed Parr onto the stool and rushed out. Parr did not take the opportunity to leave for two reasons.

Firstly, he needed to find a place to take a bath.

Secondly…

Parr stood up and took out the books on the bookshelf to read. To establish a basic understanding of this world, he urgently needed to supplement his knowledge.

Reading was an excellent method. The books recorded the information of some plants and the medicinal effects of these plants. It could be called the compendium of herbs of the other world.

Besides these books that recorded information about ordinary plants, Parr also saw a thin booklet on the bookshelf. It was very old, and a prescription was written on it, a prescription for an exorcism potion.

This was a widely circulated potion recipe, and it was also the lowest grade potion. The main ingredient was the petals of the fluorescent lotus. The supplementary ingredients were not very rare, but the potion's efficacy was outstanding. It could almost instantly cure the headache and fever of ordinary people.

Potion-making was a profession in this world. They relied on the recipes that their predecessors taught or discovered how to make potions to treat patients, poison and kill people, breakthrough realms, break out in the nick of time, and so on. The effects of potions were countless, and there were all kinds of recipes. However, these recipes were all in the hands of potion-makers, while the ones that were spread on the market were only the lowest grade potion recipes.

Through reading, Parr gained a rough understanding of the system of potion makers in this world.

"I wonder if there are chili peppers in this world. I miss the taste of spicy rabbit so much!" Thinking of this, Parr put down the book in his hand and turned his eyes to the bottles and jars.

The bottles and jars contained powder, liquid, stones, and so on. These were the materials needed to make low-level potions.

"I wonder if there's anything spicy."

Parr picked up a small jar and sniffed it before repeating it with other jars.

Bang!

The jar rumbled.

Parr rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, unable to get up. The small jar in his hand rolled a few times on the ground, and a white powder spilled out. The side of the small jar with words on it was facing up, and there were two big words written on it.

"Drunken Pollen."

Creak.

A few minutes later, the door opened. Edith walked in with a bucket that was even taller than her.

Thud!

She put the bucket on the ground, and before she could wipe her sweat, Edith saw Parr lying on the ground.

"What's going on?"

As a doctor, Edith quickly went up to check. After identifying the problem, she was unsure whether she should laugh or cry. Parr was drunk, and the culprit was the jar of drunken pollen.

"This is funny."

Edith shook the drunk Parr in amusement, not knowing what to say. Then she tilted her head in confusion.

"Since when did drunken pollen become so effective?"

Drunken pollen was native to the central plains of the Wind Wolf Kingdom. It was a magical flower whose petals could be used to brew wine and whose pollen could be used as an anesthetic. It was the favorite flower for Church's Doctors because there were always injured people who could not stand the pain. With the drunken pollen, there would be no problem. An ordinary person would feel much lesser pain after inhaling it.

However, Parr's performance was somewhat beyond Edith's expectations. She usually used the drunken pollen a lot, but this was the first time she had seen a reaction like Parr.

"Sigh! You're really troublesome."

The twelve-year-old Edith sighed like a little adult, then threw Parr naked into the big wooden bucket.

"I can only help you wash up."

Rolling up her sleeves and pulling up her waist-length hair, Edith turned around and went out to fetch water.

…

In the darkness and the deep state of intoxication, Parr once again had that inexplicable dream. The difference was that this time, the sound of the water flowing by his ears was much louder, and it was as if someone was massaging his entire body. It made his sleep even deeper, and the time he spent in the dream became much longer.

Walking through the darkness and entering the light, what greeted his eyes was a pair of large eyes with green pupils. Parr looked at the pair of eyes in a trance, and then more details appeared. It had a huge head, a long mouth, sharp ears, sharp teeth, a black nose, and white fur. It was actually a huge wolf's head!

Howl!

The wolf opened its mouth and let out a long howl. In an instant, Parr was so frightened that he opened his eyes.…

He took a few deep breaths and realized his feet were suspended in the air. Parr looked around and realized that someone on the street was actually carrying him. Immediately after, John's teasing voice entered his ears.

"Little boy, you are just like me when I was younger. How old are you? You actually let that little girl bath you?"

Parr was stunned for a moment, and then he struggled out of John's grip. His feet landed on the ground, and after he steadied himself, he looked down at his body.

At this time, Parr had already changed out of his dirty clothes. He was wearing a new set of clothes that Old Jack had put in the big package for him. Then, he looked at his hands. He touched his hair that was a little damp but now smooth.

After realizing what had happened while unconscious, Parr's face instantly turned red. He stood there in a daze for a long time. Then, he turned to look at John and asked with a hint of expectation in his voice,

"Uncle John, did you bathe me?"

"What are you thinking, little boy? Do I look like someone who would bath you?"

John tugged at the dirty clothes on his body, then patted Parr's head. He winked and said with a smile,

"Little boy, it was that pretty girl named Edith who bathed you. Tell me, what happened between you two..."

Parr did not listen to the questions John asked after that.

…