Vanessa is a bit pretentious, but it is true to find time to read.

She now needs to learn a lot of things, political, military, cultural, and artistic. She doesn't need to know much, at least she can't be fooled by others.

She has a few books with her, and she reads them whenever she has time.

I am currently reading a biography praising the ancestor of Lordaeron, Lordaeron. Later generations praised the ancestor of Lordaeron, killing giants, defeating trolls, and defeating sea monsters. Lordaeron in the book is described as Like Grom Hellscream, holding a big sword, fighting from east to west, all kinds of great achievements are arranged without money, Vanessa estimates that at least 80% of the water can be squeezed out of this biography of Lordain.

She took it as a read, extracting something worth thinking from the book from time to time, and then wrote it down in the notes on the side.

Her attitude of making up for summer homework before school starts is different in Mrs. Waycrest's eyes.

People who are diligent and studious will always gain some respect. This middle-aged woman noticed the difference in Vanessa at first sight.

It wasn't that she saw Vanessa's profession. Mrs. Waycrest was just an ordinary person, and any extraordinary person looked the same in her eyes.

She just found that the sitting posture of the visitor was very standard, and the posture of writing ~lightnovelpub.net~ was very orderly. The most important thing was that she found the seal ring on the visitor's little finger, which is something most people would not wear.

It's true that Mrs. Waycrest loves her husband, but it's also true that she looks down on common people. Her daughter is engaged to a commoner, and she can hire murderers to kill people. You know what kind of personality she usually has.

Her arrival was like throwing a stone on a calm lake. Vanessa was alert, kept in mind several elements of court training, and stood up with a calm posture.

She closed the book, crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, and tapped her head lightly with a subtle movement.

"It's a bit presumptuous to come here. I'm Miss Jaina Proudmoore's friend, Hope Vanessa Struimenethil. I heard that Lord Waycrest is ill, so I came here to visit."

"Menethil?!" Mrs. Waycrest was obviously taken aback. Compared with the Menethil family, their family is not much different from the country rich people.

She felt that Vanessa was too young to have any real skills, but this surname shocked her a lot. She never imagined that such a nobleman would come to help her when she was in such a difficult situation.

Regardless of the outcome, this was all goodwill, and Mrs. Waycrest, who would hold on to a straw as long as she had one, was very moved.

"Your Excellency, isn't it, Your Highness? Your Highness! Please follow me." She led the way first.

Taking advantage of the lady turning her back, Vanessa quickly shook her neck and shoulders. Her court etiquette was only half-learned, and it took a little time to put on airs. After a long time, she was also tired. !

The other party walked in front, and she followed behind, asking about Lord Arthur Waycrest's symptoms from time to time.

Walking into the bedroom, I found that there was a brazier placed every half a meter. The fire was very hot, but Lord Arthur Waycrest, who had already lost consciousness, was still as cold as ice.

This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, his hands and feet are covered with frostbite, Vanessa looked at his eyelids, a large number of black bloodshot eyes are densely covered, and the mouth is exuding a rotten stench.

She read the notes provided by the previous therapist before and after.

Mrs. Waycrest took advantage of her inspection time to call in the alchemists, healers and priests in the manor to help.

As soon as this group of people entered the room, they began to talk endlessly. Some said that the lord was poisoned and needed bloodletting treatment, some said curses, and needed psychic communication with the ancestors, and some said that the lord needed to believe in the Holy Light and let the Holy Light heal the disease.

The meaning inside and outside the words is the same. The reason why he has not been cured now is not because of his poor level, but because the rest of the people made trouble and delayed the treatment.

"Dizziness, vomiting, general paralysis, chilblains, hypothermia? I understand." Vanessa nodded forcefully, causing the rest of the alchemists, doctors, and priests to be very dissatisfied. Which onion are you? But seeing Mrs. Waycrest's angry face, they didn't dare to scold the newcomer after all.

Vanessa smiled lightly. In the world of Azeroth, doctors and alchemists are not valued, but those priests are all people with ranks. They can't heal Lord Arthur Waycrest because of this The disease not only has the power of death that makes the body undead, but also a mutated force of nature.

The power of mutated nature and the power of death transform into each other, and the two opposing forces are mixed together. Even priests cannot disperse them, at least priests in closed areas like Kul Tiras cannot disperse them.

In other words, the disease was man-made, or a druid did it.

Vanessa sighed, she is really a good person, she just wants some money, that fellow druid not only wants money, he also wants life!

It is indeed difficult to say that this disease is difficult, and it is indeed easy to treat it if it is said to be easy to treat.

After all, the power of nature in Lord Arthur Waycrest is a rootless tree. With Vanessa's level, forcefully use the power of nature to expel that part of the weird power of nature, and then eliminate the power of the undead. With this Lord, Mr. At the cost of losing ten years of life, she can be cured in half a day, but it is not her original intention to cure in half a day

Healing diseases and saving lives~lightnovelpub.net~ also damages the life span of patients? That's not appropriate! Vanessa is a responsible person and a person with integrity!

She was going to take her time and heal the lord little by little by peeling off the cocoons.

"Heather Grass, Anchor Grass, Winter's Kiss, Toad's Gall, Cow's Lacrimal Gland" she didn't bring some materials, and now she can only ask Mrs. Waycrest to provide them.

The other party hurriedly took her to the alchemy room beside it, where almost all the herbs and materials that could be used were stocked up.

Vanessa picked and picked, and quickly found all the ingredients. She looked serious, but actually prepared two bottles of fiery red potion with ease, one of which was slightly heavier in color, and the other was lighter in color.

She then took out a small bottle and sprinkled a part of each of the two bottles of medicine just like sprinkling seasoning.

The originally static potion changed drastically in an instant, and the spiral water column rolled in the potion bottle, faintly revealing a burst of golden light.

Mrs. Waycrest, who originally thought these herbs were of little value, was dumbfounded, and she asked a little dullly.

"Your Highness, what did you put last?"

Of course, Vanessa would not say that this is a pig bone that nourishes the stomach of Lord Waycrest and enhances the hematopoietic function of cells. She has a painful expression on her face: "Have you heard of the proto-dragon? This is the ground dragon powder! "