Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The news about a powerful doctor emerging from the Wolf Blood King Camp quickly spread, and many who had seen him claimed the doctor's methods were like a miracle, beyond imagination.

On the first day, as the news hadn't fully circulated, not many people came, so in the afternoon Gus simply brought over the neglected injured and sick slaves from the King Camp for Hexia to treat conveniently.

On the second day, noticeably more people came after hearing the news, forming a long line outside the tent.

On the third day, Gus felt that it would be a shame not to charge more, so he raised the price again for consultations, even adding extra charges based on the severity of the conditions.

On the fourth day, almost everyone in the King Camp heard about the existence of this miraculous doctor, and many from surrounding settlements rushed over.

On the fifth day, Hexia finally had time to take a walk during her lunch break after a busy morning.

There weren't many food stalls in the Wolf Blood King Camp, and Hexia had eaten roasted meat several times for lunch, and she was a bit tired of it today.

What should she eat? Hexia walked along the street, her gaze scanning the area.

There were quite a few stalls cooking various meat stews, which involved boiling meat, skin, fat, vegetables, and some seasonings together in a pot and then serving it to customers. This was the simplest method, and had very broad criteria for ingredients. If not for the lack of spices, which always resulted in some pungent smell or fish odor, Hexia might have tried it.

She really didn't want to touch that kind of thing, she shook her head and turned towards the only shop selling baked bread, though it was expensive and bland, but at least acceptable.

Entering the bakery, the stone-built house had a faint sweet aroma. There weren't many customers here, since eating bread was indeed a bit luxurious.

The scattered customers chatted idly with the shop owner, appearing to be regulars, occasionally glancing at a woman in a purple gauze dress within the shop. She was tall, her hair tied up, her face veiled lightly, and silver pendants hung from her ears, swaying gently with her movements and refracting little glimmers that matched the veiled mysterious visage, giving a special allure.

Having selected her bread, the woman placed five Blood Mark copper coins issued by the King Camp on the counter, producing a jingling sound.

"Three loaves of bread total 42 Paper Blood Seals, here's 8 Paper Blood Seals as change." The shop owner quickly put the silver coins into the drawer, then took out 8 old pieces of parchment-sealed Paper Blood Seals and handed them to the woman.

As she took the money, their fingers slightly touched, and the shop owner seemed to experience sudden happiness and delight, squinting his eyes.

"Could you tell me about the recent happenings in the King Camp? I haven't been here for a long time." The woman, not in a hurry to leave, leaned on the counter, the exposed fair skin on her chest catching the attention of those at the counter.

"Recent affairs..." The shop owner seemed a bit infatuated, recalling in a daze.

"Ah, yes, a famous doctor came to the King Camp recently. It's said he has an agreement with the camp's steward to stay here and treat various patients for several days."

"Oh, what kind of person is this doctor?"

...

Afterwards, the two chatted line by line, the shop owner and the counter staff slowly piecing together the events that had transpired.

While they talked, Hexia had already chosen her bread, but she didn't hurry over, she stood aside listening to how others described and perceived her.

"Is this doctor so amazing, was there no rumor about him before?" The woman was curious, her voice slightly seductive, unexpectedly youthful compared to her somewhat mature figure.

"Well... I don't know, it seems some people say the doctor must be from the east, where there's been an insect disaster, plus he came here to buy food, maybe he fled here as well."

Seeing no specific details could be extracted, the woman switched topics, "When I came, someone said they saw a Butterfly Species, haven't seen this species on the grasslands for over a decade."

"That's right, apparently this time the doctor set up a tent for treatment related to Butterfly Species, at that time there was a Butterfly Species slave..."

While the two talked, a nearby idle customer also wanted to attract the woman's attention, so chimed in.

"I know, at that time Lord Gus strictly investigated privately bringing Butterfly Species slaves into the city, he even beheaded that slave trader."

"Why such emphasis, isn't it just a slave?" Someone was puzzled.

"You don't understand..." the customer lowered his voice at this point.

"Previously, these grasslands weren't dominated by the Wolf Blood Species alone, the Butterfly Species were also a powerful force. But later, the Wolf Blood Queen rose, she led the Wolf Blood Species and a group of settlements, scattering the Butterfly Species, now they're nowhere to be found."

"Cat Tail Species, Fox-tail Species, and the rare Willow Spirit Species, all were once vassals of the Butterfly Species, heh." Finished speaking, seeing everyone focused intently on him, he couldn't help but feel a bit smug.

"Such things, most people don't know, I heard it from my grandfather." On the grasslands, history isn't recorded, many things are forgotten when the people who experienced them are no more.

After discussing this topic to contentment, the purple-clad woman left the shop with bread.

Seeing her leave, Tilan watched for a moment, then moved to the counter to pay.

"One loaf of bread is 15 Paper Blood Seals." Paper Blood Seals were currency with special dye stamped with parchment, the most basic currency in the King Camp, very simple to make.