The people of this world don’t have much memory of those herbs and diseases.
If you directly ask, you definitely won’t get an answer,
you must go and investigate on-site.
"Knicks, there’s a very challenging task..."
Lin Ke’s expression was slightly serious.
Knicks’s big, bright black eyes welled up with tears: "Mr. Lin Ke, tell me, I will definitely complete it well."
His tear ducts were too developed, perhaps becoming a doctor should start with treating his own tear ducts... Lin Ke found it amusing, thinking that in his past life, some people also had overactive tear ducts, crying even during arguments.
"It’s , I’ve realized my method was wrong. To understand the essence of a ’doctor,’ you should immerse yourself in the village..." Lin Ke explained.
"Village?" Knicks’ tears paused slightly.
"Yes, let me tell you a story, the story of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs..."
Lin Ke began to tell it slowly; in truth, it wasn’t much, just a few sentences were enough to convey most of it.
After telling the story of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, John and the others were filled with admiration.
"This pioneer was truly great. I wonder where Young Master learned of this story?"
Butler Billy was full of respect for Shennong as spoken by Lin Ke.
"My teacher told me, so Knicks..."
Lin Ke fibbed, then solemnly looked at Knicks: "You don’t have to taste hundreds of herbs like Shennong, but you do need to stay in the village for some time, to see how the villagers and hunters treat illnesses."
With that, Lin Ke stood up and continued: "To start your career as a [doctor], maybe you just need to stay in the village for a while, but after that, you’ll perhaps have to save lives constantly throughout your life."
Lin Ke gazed into Knicks’ tear-stained eyes, placing a hand on Knicks’ shoulder:
"This is an entirely new profession, one that allows ordinary people, instead of professionals, to lead good lives. You will exist as the world’s first professional to serve ordinary people."
"Your experience will inspire countless ordinary individuals, enabling them to become someone who saves lives, like you. Even professionals who awaken their bloodline will take up your profession."
"But this journey is full of hardships, and dangers of contracting various diseases. A slight mistake in the process of tasting herbs could poison you to death, or you might catch some terrible disease or virus. This path is fraught with the gaze of the god of death. Do you... accept it?"
Lin Ke’s tone was solemn, and Butler Billy and John quietly lowered their heads, not making a sound to interfere.
The gentle summer breeze blew in, gently dancing Lin Ke’s brown hair.
Knicks recalled that day when he first met Lin Ke.
And so he immediately knelt on one knee, loudly proclaiming, "Mr. Lin Ke, I will follow your glory to the death, until all the stars fall, the world collapses, the rules are destroyed... even unto death unwaveringly."
That’s not really answering the question... Lin Ke thought to himself, but he understood Knicks’ meaning and sighed: "I hope you find satisfaction in the act of saving lives."
He didn’t want Knicks to live solely for him, but to truly love the profession of a [doctor] and live for himself.
"First, you should learn the universal script of Naseng. Perhaps you’ll need to learn drawing in the future too."
Lin Ke instructed Knicks a few words and then sent him back to rest.
Knicks currently didn’t have the mastery over the universal script like he did, only knowing some basics and still needed to learn more.
However, both he and John were [scholars], and they learned quickly.
After speaking with Knicks, the next one was John.
Lin Ke looked at John with a smile full of delight.
John blushed a little: "It felt... well, honestly, it felt pretty good?"
Lin Ke was quite surprised.
If it were him hosting in such an impassioned way in public, he would definitely feel embarrassed afterward, dying of social embarrassment.
Indeed, people are different.
"As long as you like it. The day after tomorrow, you’ll also need to host, try to do it without a script."
Lin Ke was also very pleased with John’s performance. In fact, John was the best tonight, followed by the little maid who sang "Freedom to Fly."
"Alright, Young Master." John bowed slightly.
"Uncle Billy, the servants won’t need to do the other chores anymore, find a new batch of servants." Lin Ke thought and then said to Billy.
"Alright, Young Master, but for this expense, I’ll need to report it to Lady Antova. If she doesn’t agree..." Billy was a little troubled.
"If she doesn’t agree, just say I saw some parchment at Baron Puxin... Baron in Parrot City."
Lin Ke’s eyes flashed with a cold light; he still hadn’t bothered to remember the name of Baron Puxin.
The matter with Lady Antova, he would have to settle properly in the future.
But for now, he needed to focus on the task, as long as Antova didn’t become a hindrance.
"Alright, Young Master." Billy agreed and didn’t ask further.
"As for the funding problem... you don’t need to worry, I’ll handle it later."
Lin Ke paused in thought, considering the issue of charging for performances.
Currently, it’s a trial performance, and the villagers are experiencing it.
In the future, Lin Ke would definitely invite people from Parrot City to be the audience as well.
Those people from all walks of life, after every adventure or task completion, loved to spend extravagantly.
Rather than letting them go waste money on Pink Street, it was better to let the righteous Young Master Lin Ke manage it, hehe.
Once the reputation spreads, nobles, merchants, and others from outside the Viscount Azanen’s Domain could visit because of the fame.
At that time, the money-making potential of entertainment would be fully realized.
It’s not as high as tax revenue, but it certainly makes more money than the farmlands under Azaenn Castle.
This way, one can better earn money to repay debts.
"...So, you should also work hard on practicing." After John finished speaking, Lin Ke let them go back.
And he took a bath and then lay down on the bed, entering meditation.
Meditation doesn’t tire him, instead, it invigorates his spirit.
If it weren’t for his bloodline getting saturated, Lin Ke could have stayed awake all night.
Like Ove, who reportedly stands on the castle rooftop all night.
Outside the Soul Space, various dots of light floated up and down.
Lin Ke’s consciousness immersed, and then he began to capture various dots of light.
Suddenly, a green dot of light jumped out.
"Right, that rotten piece of wood from before."
Lin Ke recalled the piece of Divine Artifact was in the small cabinet by his bed.
So his consciousness pounced on the large dot of light, enveloped it, and then fed it to the "knowledge" bloodline.
The "knowledge" bloodline instantly felt full, then began to digest.
Lin Ke was about to exit the space, but at this moment, the "knowledge" bloodline grew a bit taller.
Lin Ke was delighted.
Soon after, a sudden realization hit his heart.
He was already level 1!
He could now learn some simple spells of no grade!
As expected of a piece of Divine Artifact!
Generally, after successfully starting a job, it’s very difficult to become a level 1 professional in an instant. For those with poor bloodline talent, it could take several years to become a level 1 professional.
But with the help of that rotten wood piece of the Divine Artifact, plus Lin Ke’s own excellent bloodline talent, he directly became level 1 now!
This rotten piece of wood is really a good thing!
I wonder if there will be tasks to find other pieces in the future, maybe I could gather a whole Divine Artifact?
With his bloodline now satiated and feeling quite energetic, Lin Ke simply got out of bed.
"Someone, go get some parchment and a quill pen."
Lin Ke was entirely free of sleepiness at this moment.
Immediately, a messenger on night duty ran to the study to fetch paper.
Azaenn Castle covers a large area, with five floors above ground, not counting the basements.
He was on the fourth floor, very close to the study on the fifth floor, and soon a panting servant returned, bringing parchment.
There’s no papermaking technique here. Although it’s called "parchment," it isn’t necessarily made from sheep’s skin; it could also be made from the skin of specific local animals like Gula cattle and domestic pigs.
The skin is stretched to its utmost on a wooden frame, scraped thin with a knife, dried to form, and that’s how parchment is made.
Lin Ke plans to also develop papermaking from plant fibers in the future; the four great inventions of his past life will become one of his inventions today.
Meanwhile, in the castle, after Butler Billy reported to the lady of the manor.
"Did he really say that?"
The lady stood before the desk, her voice icy.
"Yes, madam..." Butler Billy bowed slightly from behind the lady, then hesitantly said, "Madam, I think there’s been some misunderstanding in your plan to nurture Young Master Lin Ke..."
Upon Billy saying this, Antova waved her hand, "Alright, go help him first, as for gold coins... sell that fifth-level Curved Tail Feather Pen I brought from the Blando Clan’s dowry."
"Madam, that’s your wedding dowry..." Billy hesitated for a moment, replied.
The lady waved her hand again, "We must weather this crisis... I remember reading in novels that at times , we shouldn’t add more pressure on Lin Ke."
Only then did Billy nod before withdrawing.
And Antova quietly stood there, standing still.
Antova suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, then her smile deepened, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Hmm, Little Lin Ke saw the letter between me and Sangdir, looks like Little Lin Ke knows how much his aunt cares for him, and it’s worth my constant instructions to Sangdir to protect them... hehe... hey, hehehe..."
However, as her laughter faded, Antova frowned, muttering to herself, "But that dog Sangdir actually treated my Fulon that way..."
The more Antova thought about it, the angrier she got. In the end, she simply went to her study, picked up a quill pen, and began to write on the parchment:
Dear brother, helm of the Blando Clan, please allow your sister to express tenfold of her longing and concern...
Antova wrote for a while, filling the parchment, and then went to the window.
There was a wooden birdcage at the window with seven or eight tiny birds resembling hummingbirds inside, standing on one leg with a blank look as they gazed at Antova.
Antova opened the birdcage, extended a hand, and softly said, "Hedwig, deliver the letter to my brother... don’t let my father see it!"
One of the hummingbirds hopped onto Antova’s hand, then seized the letter with its slender beak and "whoosh," flew away.
Antova watched the small bird disappearing into the distance, her face full of anticipation, "Hope my brother can bring back money... although we eloped back then, who knows if father is still angry..."
ps: On the second day of the new year, it feels like eating, sleeping, and defecating are simply life’s pleasures.