Allen was too weak to be picky. It was a terrible night for Allen. The nightmares about Luna and the pain from his wounds constantly disrupted his sleep. Furthermore, it rained for the entire night. The raindrops hit the tent and the air was damp.
After breakfast, Loina sat down and waited for him. Ravenclaw poured away a bowl of cold meat soup. She once again conjured the floating plate and floated to a position parallel to Allen's bed. She nodded her head at the floating plate and motioned for Allen to lie down. Allen supported his body and barely managed to roll onto the floating plate.
"I didn't bring enough ointment. I can't remove all the warty boar teeth on your face. I'll go to the neighbor's garden and pick some fresh herbs to make a new one when we get home," she explained to Allen. Loina? Ravenclaw brought the floating Allen out of the tent. Allen's lifeless eyes scanned the surroundings of the lonely tent. It was a very remote hillside. Everywhere was dark and misty. There were only a few fields between them and the dark hill. The fields were not cultivated well. Some barren and barren heather grew on both sides of the fork.
The hillside looked very flat, but the colors were different. The swamp with rushes and moss was green, while the dry soil with heather was black. Dark clouds gathered and the sky was getting darker. These differences were only differences in brightness because the colors had faded along with the disappearance of the sun.
Allen's eyes searched the dark hillside and followed the edge of the hillside to search further. At this moment, Allen's pupils unconsciously dilated. A charred woman was tied to a charred wooden frame. Her body was contorted in pain.
When Ravenclaw used her wand to command the people to retrieve the tent and the kitchen utensils outside, Allen, who was looking around idly, noticed that the tent looked small from the outside. From the outside, it looked like it could only fit one person.
Looking up at the woman's body, Ravenclaw shrugged and said to Allen, "This Muggle peasant woman was burned to death as a witch because these Muggles accidentally ate contaminated rye. According to the research of my distant relatives many years ago, rye is easily parasitized by a fungus. But the Muggles don't think so, so many so-called 'witches' were burned to death just like that." Ravenclaw said casually as if it was a common occurrence. "Many magic-rioting wizards and weak apprentices were persecuted by the Church because their identities were exposed. The Muggles especially like this kind of scene where wizards are burned to death, or the execution of anyone. For them, it's a popular form of entertainment. Usually, when someone is executed, the whole town will go to watch. But after the execution, the place of execution will become a place where everyone hides. You seem to have a strong reaction to this, so does that mean the Muggles in your era have finally improved a little?"
Allen hesitated for a moment and nodded at Ravenclaw. He could not speak, so he could not tell Ravenclaw that in fact, within a hundred years of his era, there were still occasional cases of 'wizards' being executed.
"Hmm? Looks like it's not much better? But it's convenient for me. Although I'm not afraid of the Muggle, I can camp here after the execution to avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble. The only thing that can be seen around here is the executioner. The Muggle forced him to live outside the village. The law does not provide protection for the executioner, and they are not allowed to set foot in bathhouses, pubs, and other public places. So, the Muggle will not find out if he's petrified for a day or two. " Ravenclaw's finger pointed at the village surrounded by fences, which was geometrically distributed at the edge of the wasteland. There were about twenty small houses scattered in a geometrical pattern. The houses had gray thatched roofs and the walls were smeared with clay. There were also some very small semi-underground huts. The huts were built on the ground and had steps leading down to the huts. The huts were covered with simple thatched roofs. These places were the homes and shelters of the poor.
Allen did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Ravenclaw in front of him was a little closer than yesterday. Compared to Luna, Ravenclaw seemed to like chatting with him when he could not talk. Although Ravenclaw seemed to only want to find a listener and did not care if he could respond to these topics.
After cleaning up, Ravenclaw walked over to Ravenclaw. When Ravenclaw came over to regain control of the floating disc, he suddenly approached Allen and sniffed him. Then he pursed his lips and said, "You're so clean. Looks like you're also a big noble living in the castle? Boy, you're in luck. The habit I developed when I was a child allowed me to have a big bathtub in the treehouse in recent years. You can ask my house elves to prepare it for you, but I don't mix baths. Besides, even if you're a knight without a sword, I won't help you bathe. " Ravenclaw seemed to feel that his words were a little stiff. He paused and deliberately softened his tone a little. "Now I'm more used to cleaning myself to save time, although in fact I'll bathe once every six or seven days. So my neighbors laugh at me for being too clean."
Allen, who was lying on the floating disc, found that he was lucky that he could not speak to avoid the awkwardness. It also reminded him of some of the customs in the Middle Ages. Unlike the misconception of the common people, the Church usually opposed cleanliness. Priests and monks were only allowed to bathe twice a year — at Christmas and some selected festivals of the patron. But even so, there were public bathhouses in the cities and towns of some size. People not only went there to bathe, but also to socialize. Contrary to today's perception, people at that time were not very formal, especially in the early and middle Middle Ages, men and women shared bathhouses. The aristocratic bathtubs or even more luxurious bathtubs were even more social. It was not uncommon for a group of noble ladies to serve a knight in his bath in the Middle Ages of Western Europe. This was because the knight enjoyed the service of the mistress or the daughter of the owner during his bath, which was the greatest respect for the knight. The steaming hot bath here symbolized the great hospitality. In fact, during the Black Death, this behavior greatly increased the chances of cross-infection. It also allowed the Church to take the opportunity to spread the word that the plague was caused by the bath.
While Allen was thinking, Ravenclaw had already pointed her wand in front of her. A large semi-realistic horse-like creature made of shadows was created out of thin air.
The shadow horse had a black head and body, an incorporeal black mane and tail, and four more atomized hooves. When it walked, it did not make any sound. It also seemed to have a saddle, bit, and reins that were made of black mist.
"The Phantom Foal is still much more comfortable to ride. That day, I suddenly realized that I had made a blood alliance with someone. When I used Phantom Shift to get near the stream, I was afraid that it was a trap. Choosing to ride those brooms in order to save some Mana to prepare for battle was really a terrible idea." Ravenclaw rode on the shadow horse and let out a comfortable sigh. She let it fly slowly on the ground.
Allen had learned this spell in Ravenclaw's tower, but due to the popularity of the flying broom after the plane network, the door key, and the cushion spell, this kind of spell that required more magic to summon a mount had disappeared. As for Allen himself, because he had mastered the ability to fly like a dementor, he had never actually used this kind of mount spell in real life.
However, the effect of this spell was based on the strength of the Magus. Low-ranked Magi could only use it to gallop on sand, mud, and swamps without any difficulty. After increasing their strength, they could only do things like walk on water. However, Ravenclaw was able to make this horse of shadows fly effortlessly. This also showed that although Ravenclaw had just reached adulthood, the talent she displayed had already determined that she would become one of the four greatest Magi of this era.
Alan turned his head to determine the general direction and found that they were flying south. Ravenclaw did not speak during the long journey. Alan looked at the smoky ponytail in front of him, and soon fell asleep on the floating disc without any sense of bumpiness.???????????????????????
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