BXBX NOVEL Chapter 445: Evelyn the Druid
"Good job, Vicki. I see you haven\'t slacked off."
"Can\'t you let us have one, Vicki?" A freckled girl stomped her foot, her braids swaying in the air. And she swung her friend\'s hand around. "You\'ve gotten five questions right. Consecutively. At least give Conrad and me a chance."
Conrad was a beautiful and fair-skinned boy, and he stared at the ground sheepishly.
"Oh, sorry. I\'ll leave the next one for you." Vicki smiled.
"No need to apologize." Letho shot Renee a stern look. "Take a page out of Vicki\'s book. If you didn’t slack off, you would have known the answers to these questions."
"But Letho, I\'m stupid. I\'m not as smart as Vicki."
"Then all the more reason to work twice as hard. Or do you want to be a farmer instead?"
"Aww…"
"Next question." Letho whipped out a round, yellowish-brown root. The kids stared at it, but none could recognize it. Not even Vicki. A frown creased her forehead, and she tried to figure out what it was.
"Um… Umm…" Her fists were balled. She noticed the look of anticipation in Letho\'s eyes, then she looked at the herb once more. The girl clenched her teeth. "It\'s berbercane."
A hint of disappointment welled in Letho\'s eyes. He shook his head and was just about to say the answer, but he never got the chance.
A silvery voice said, "It\'s a crow\'s eye."
Letho tensed up and shot up. He looked behind him, while the kids hid behind his back, looking around cautiously.
And then two silhouettes appeared. One was in Manticore armor and had two swords strapped to his back. It was a familiar face. Roy.
But the other was someone the children had never seen before. She was in a green shirt made out of tree bark, her grey hair tumbling down her shoulders. A mistletoe wreath crowned her head, and the lady was slender and as toned as a man.
An oaken staff was strapped to her back, its tip swaying with every step she took. The scent of nature filled the air around her, attracting all nearby bugs. A moth was perched on her hair.
"Crow\'s eye. Commonly found in wet, humid places. Improves blood flow and helps with bruises. Can be used to create a substance akin to marigold\'s potion."
The lady was already a couple of yards away by the time she finished explaining. Her face was long, and her skin was fair. Like a dryad, she had green tattoos on her face, but that didn\'t cover up her beauty. Even her sweat smelled like fresh grass and old trees.
"Good morning. I am Evelyn of the Skellige Isles, here in Novigrad on a promise. I shall be helping the brotherhood."
She extended a hand to Letho without fear or fervor, and the veteran witcher shook it.
"Welcome to the House of Gawain. I am Letho, and these are my apprentices in alchemy: Vicki, Renee, and Conrad."
The children gave her friendly, curious smiles, and she smiled back at them. The druid signaled to them that she came in peace.
Letho shot Roy a look, and the young witcher nodded. "Come with me. Everyone will be excited to see you."
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The other witchers told their apprentices and students to stay put while they went to the conference hall for a welcoming session.
A short introduction later, Evelyn found herself to be the center of attention of these witchers, and she frowned.
\'Evelyn
Age: Forty-two years old
Gender: Female
Status: Druid
HP: 150
Mana: 160
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 15
Perception: 13
Will: 8
Charisma: 16
Spirit: 16
Skills:
Feral Change Level 4: Druids spend their days observing nature. Eventually, they perfectly grasp a certain animal\'s habits and come to possess the ability to transform into one of them.
Breath of the Wild Level 4: Druids possess incredible perception. They can communicate with nature and soothe berserking beasts and plants. This ability allows them to induce growth or guide them into attacking any target.
Regeneration Level 3: Costs a minor amount of mana. Heals minor wounds.
Elementalist Level 1: Druids are capable of communicating with nature. They can tap into nature\'s energy, using it to control the weather. They can summon rain, stop storms, rain down hails, and bring down lightning bolts.
Staff Mastery Level 8
Others: ?\'
"Incredible." Auckes slicked his hair back and got into casanova mode. Roy had no doubt he would’ve used hair gel if it were available. "I thought we\'d be getting some mustached, crook-nosed, and uptight scholar. This is a pleasant surprise. Lytta has competition now. That\'ll show her not to brag about her looks."
Roy shot him a look.
"Oh, don\'t give me that look, mate. Fine, I won\'t talk about her when you\'re around," Auckes promised. And then he turned around. "Too late to save him."
"What\'s on the outside matters not," Evelyn said calmly. "What matters is the soul. As long as they love life and nature, we can be friends."
The witchers exchanged a look. I don\'t think we\'re gonna get along with her too well.
"Evelyn, are you a member of Skellige\'s circle of druids?" Vesemir asked. He had seen many druids in his life. They were scattered all over the northern realms, and most of them were ancient, but most of them were male. It was rare to see a female duid.
"Yes. My mentor is Egill. It is through him I learn the ways of nature."
Roy\'s lips twitched, but he held back the urge to laugh out loud. He knew Egill. In fact, that druid left a deep impression on him. Back in his old world, Roy went through a lot just to make Egill scream in shock.
Evelyn said calmly, "If it weren\'t for your request, I would have remained on the isles for ten more years before I could’ve embarked on my journey across the world to experience the ways nature works in different circumstances."
She bowed to Roy. "Ah yes. Thank you very much for returning Kunguran\'s soul."
"That\'s alright. This is just a transaction. A fair transaction." Roy said, "I hope you won\'t get angry at me for making this request."
A hint of respect welled in Evelyn\'s eyes. Fearlessly, she said, "If she is able to be reborn, this much is nothing."
Everyone else exchanged a furtive look.
"You seem young." Lambert happily changed the subject. "Younger than thirty, I wager?"
"Ah, I\'m sorry, but it has been more than thirty years since I passed my trial. I am now forty-two." She unstrapped her staff and let it lean on the table. The tip of it was made of polished amber. It gleamed under the light.
A druid\'s staff was no decoration or a mere tool to cast spells with. It could be every bit as dangerous as a witcher\'s blade. Should a druid wish to, they could crush the skulls of their enemies easily. To an extent, druids were both warriors and spellcasters. Evelyn had higher offensive stats than most spellcasters.
A certain mage used to train in the circle of druids. Eventually, he came to possess enough power to best even Geralt in combat.
She looked at the witchers. "This is my first time training outside the circle. I am not as gifted as my peers, but I know my way around botany. Building a botanical garden for rare plants shouldn’t be a problem."
Everyone nodded.
"But you did sign a contract with Mousesack. As such, I have a few requests to make. I hope you can honor that."
"Of course," Roy said.
"First, I shall be working from nine to five from Monday to Saturday. I\'d like the brotherhood to stay out of my business outside of working hours."
"Of course. What about accommodations then?" Roy looked at everyone, and he nodded.
"I\'m fine either way. The woods, moss, grass, and boulders are the best beds I can ever hope for."
"Still, we will leave a room open for you. You can come back whenever you like." Roy massaged his temples.
"Second, I will not allow any interruptions to my work unless there\'s reason enough. Any interruption will affect my workflow." She looked at Lambert and Auckes, seemingly seeing through them.
And the witchers grinned nervously.
"Hear that, mate?" Aiden shot Lambert a look. "She\'s talking about you. Don\'t say anything stupid, and keep that affection of yours in check."
"Ahem. This is a misunderstanding, Evelyn." Auckes and Lambert exchanged a dry smile. And they promised, "We mean you no harm. All we wish is for you to feel welcome."
"Your passion burns hot enough to turn an oak into cinders. Nature prefers balance, and I prefer a quieter work space."
The witchers nodded sheepishly and kept quiet.
"Will you be accepting any questions regarding alchemy or herbology then?" Kiyan asked hoarsely, his eyes shining with an almost blinding gleam.
Evelyn straightened out her crown. She then looked at Kiyan and smiled. "I will answer anything regarding nature."
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"Third, I believe Mousesack has brought up the creed of druids. I cannot do anything that goes against that creed, and you will not force me into it either, or the contract is void."
"We do not go back on our word. You can rest easy, Evelyn."
"That is all, then. I hope we\'ll have a happy five years together." Evelyn smiled, but that smile was quickly replaced by a stern look. "Now let\'s talk business. How would you like the garden to be? The size, the type of plants you want it to contain…"
"We were going to take you on a tour around the orphanage."
"There will be time for that."
"Very well." Letho beckoned her. "Then come with me."
Everyone left the conference hall. Most of the witchers returned to their positions, while Letho, Roy, and the apprentice alchemists led the druid into the woods. About a hundred yards later, they arrived at a two-acre land cordoned off by a circle of wooden fence.
Most of the weeds were crushed, and the soil was tilled, waiting to be planted with seeds. The corners of the place were littered with two dozen common herbs, including arenarias, ribleaves, white myrtles, and marigolds.
Evelyn went around the land, her frown deepening, and she pursed her lips. "I thought you\'d prepare a house or at least a cave. This is your idea of a garden?"
"Every herb has a different taste for habitat. Some prefer darker places, some require the sun. We\'re amateurs. If we tried setting up a garden without the know-how, we\'d end up doing more harm than good." Letho shook his head. "We thought we\'d wait for a professional to tell us what they need. Then we can start planning. We have five years to work with, after all."
"You have a point." Evelyn extended her arm, her fingers weaving through the air. She felt the humidity around her and scooped up a handful of soil. It was then crushed, and she mused, "This makes the cut. Barely. Half a month of cultivation and it should be good enough to house about fifty types of herbs. But first, we need a greenhouse. A good one. The roof must be made of crystal that can filter the sun’s harmful parts out. And the walls need to be at least half a meter thick. But you don\'t need to do anything about the ceiling. I\'ll make a plant-based one with magic."
The witchers and the kids nodded and made a mental note of the requirements. All of them were raring to go to work.
"And we\'ll need a pond for aquatic plants."
Evelyn listed out a dozen requirements, most of them for herbs that required different habitats. Eventually, the framework of their greenhouse started to come alive.
Letho whipped out a small pouch from his bag of decoctions. "We foraged about two dozen rare herbs\' seeds. Here."
The witchers hand-picked these herbs. They could be used to make decoctions.
Evelyn weighed the pouch in her hand and poured the seeds out. Her eyes glimmered, and she sniffed them. "Blood moss, buckthorn, allspice, mandrake… They make the cut. And they can survive in this habitat. But here\'s a bonus."
She spun the amber on her staff around and whipped out a pile of seeds. The children looked at them curiously, and she smiled at them. "A few rare plants from the isles. Perfect for the greenhouse. A meeting gift, so to speak."
"Thank you."
"One last question." She strapped the staff behind her back and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Solemnly, she asked, "Why do you wish to make a garden of rare plants? I need an honest answer."
Letho tapped the ground with his boots. "To be honest, there\'s only one reason a witcher needs herbs—to make healing potions and decoctions we can use in combat."
Roy said seriously, "Evelyn, we\'re no conservationists, nor are we druids. We have no obligation to conserve rare plants."
Evelyn froze.
But then Roy said, "But as long as it doesn\'t hurt the brotherhood, we can work with you and come up with a plan to conserve these plants. It’ll be the minimum, though."
Evelyn\'s eyes shone, and she extended her hand, "In the name of nature, I shall assist the brotherhood in the establishment of this garden."
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