The Banshees Felt Like They Had Struck Gold

Medical technology nowadays couldn't compare to that of Rhodes Island hundreds of years later. On the battlefield, simply surviving an injury was already fortunate, while losing an arm or leg was commonplace.

"So, would you ladies like to give it a try? It looks like everyone has a few minor ailments."

Huang Cao restrained the excitement in his heart. Of course, it wasn't because he had any wicked thoughts in mind.

He had already seen everything worth seeing back in the summer. Now, all he lacked was some hands-on experience in medicine.

Before transmigrating, Huang Cao had always been clumsy when doing things, so he decided to try his hand at something more delicate.

"How should we try it?" Lamian asked curiously.

The young man said nothing. He merely reached into his toolbox and took out a pair of rubber gloves.

Fortunately, rubber already existed in this era. Otherwise, dealing with physical contact would have been quite troublesome.

Whether he wore them or not made no difference, but at least they demonstrated his professionalism and reduced unnecessary trouble between both sides.

After all, the technique he was about to perform required skin-to-skin contact, not to mention touching certain inconvenient places.

"Please lie down on the bed, ma'am. I'll demonstrate it for you."

Early the next morning, a large group of Banshees, including Lamian, helped one another out of the cabin, their faces glowing red.

They all looked incredibly comfortable, as though they had just soaked in a hot spring.

"Come again next time!"

The culprit behind this scene, Huang Cao, expressionlessly tossed the rubber gloves into the trash can.

Don't misunderstand. Although things had indeed become somewhat improper the previous night, if he had fanned the flames a little more, it might really have turned into a large-scale opening ceremony.

Fortunately, someone's high moral standards and thirst for knowledge had stopped the stirrings in his heart.

The main reason was that he had no choice. Huang Cao had said he would think it through carefully, but in reality, he hadn't made any preparations at all.

Besides, his body wouldn't allow it. Was the thing that emerged from his soul really a physical body?

Although his sense of touch wasn't particularly sharp in his soul form,

according to the massage manual Huang Cao had compiled himself, Banshees weren't cunning old monsters, so they were terrible at controlling their expressions.

Even the most reserved Lamian had almost let out a soft moan under his massage techniques.

The Banshees had been somewhat shy at first, but when they saw the young man's serious and handsome expression, without the slightest hint of wickedness,

some of the bolder ones stepped forward first and experienced the so-called Yan Country Massage.

The result was obvious. Once there had been a first time, how could the countless times afterward be far behind?

In just one night, half the Banshees in River Valley had fallen.

Why only half?

Because the other half hadn't come.

As for what parts were massaged, Huang Cao had naturally used every inch of their bodies as experimental subjects.

Lamian also accepted this outsider on behalf of the Banshees and provided him with a place to live.

Huang Cao carried his medicine chest to the house Lamian had assigned him. It was another small wooden cabin, furnished with nothing more than a crude wooden table and stools, with an earthen floor.

However, the cabin he had used as a massage parlor the previous night had been furnished the same way. Based on his year of observation, the Banshees lived simple enough lives.

It would probably take several decades for them to truly develop.

The Banshees had arrived in River Valley a year ago. Although Huang Cao had already finished transforming the valley's environment, lacking Originium and being uninhabitable were two different things.

Primitive forests had no Originium either, but that didn't mean people could necessarily live in them.

While opening up the land, the Banshees also had to work the fields and grow food. After a year of toil, they had accumulated quite a few minor ailments, even if they didn't usually feel them.

But with just a little massage, they could immediately experience the resulting comfort.

That was the result of someone's year of observation. Every day except during winter, Huang Cao could see the Banshees bathing in the river at a fixed time.

As an observer, Huang Cao knew every minor ailment on every Banshee's body better than anyone.

Of course, he didn't only offer massages. He had also developed many medicinal formulas.

All the herbs in those prescriptions could be found around the valley.

Since the only thing Huang Cao had brought with him was a medicine chest, the Banshees believed that he had no idea about the surrounding terrain or the distribution of plants.

Some of the herbs in his prescriptions simply couldn't be found here.

So, when writing them, Huang Cao reminded the Banshees who would use them that these were simplified versions of the prescriptions. Finding the herbs would be best, but not finding them didn't matter.

That reduced the chances of arousing suspicion.

After tidying up for a while, Huang Cao, who had thoroughly served the Banshees, also made a new discovery.

He silently ranked the tactile sensation of the Banshees' armor in his mind. Lamian was still in first place.

"This face really is useful. If only I'd known, I would've lived off a woman for a while before becoming a wage slave."

He silently recorded what he had learned the previous night, deleting the descriptions that might make people feel something was strange. What remained was nothing but scientific and rigorous documentation.

At least Lamian couldn't possibly cause him trouble after the book was published.

It was simply too rigorous—so rigorous that it contained not the slightest element beyond science.

"Oh, we have a guest."

Just as Huang Cao hung the clinic's sign on the wooden cabin, he suddenly realized that a special guest seemed to have arrived at the general store in the neighboring town, so he immediately shifted his consciousness back.

Theresia? Had he attracted her attention so quickly?

Huang Cao's soul sometimes moved very slowly. This was so that his roots could gradually extend into the area as he moved.

That way, he could transmit his soul there with virtually no delay while also gathering information more quickly.

The speed of information transmission was no slower than the internet.

Truly worthy of a blessing from the Goddess!

He just didn't know what that Goddess was called. She seemed to be an exceptionally gentle deity.

Chapter 10: The Banshees Felt Like They Had Struck Gold

"Why isn't he here today? Could it be that I scared him away?"

Theresia had stuffed a trouser pocket full of silver coins and crossed mountains and rivers to get here, only to find the place closed?

Huang Cao had written on the sign that he had gone to restock and that business was suspended for a week.

But where could he possibly restock in this freezing, snow-covered weather?

Theresia sensed that something was off.

She walked around the general store and discovered that its owner seemed to be quite meticulous.

The surrounding snow had clearly been cleared away. Since a shovel was lying beside it, there were no footprints to be found.

Though the Sarkaz people were poor, they were fairly trustworthy. Before leaving, Huang Cao had hired several people and told them to clear the snow around the store every morning.

Naturally, this didn't trouble Theresia. She easily opened the iron lock and walked into the general store.

Passersby also curiously peered inside, only to find the shelves completely empty.

There wasn't even a single grain of rice.

"Could he really have gone to restock? A week... But no matter whether he went to Leithanian or Victoria, there's no way he could reach the border in just a week."

Theresia was extremely puzzled. Over the past few days, she had already sent troops to investigate where the store's owner had gone, but they had found nothing.

It was as if the owner had vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Would she really have to wait for him to return?

Here, Huang Cao had revealed a fairly major flaw. Because he had been constantly studying Da Lei and biology, he wasn't particularly familiar with the geography of this world and only had a general understanding of it.

Still, it wasn't an entirely fatal flaw. If the grain had simply been stored in the surrounding region, it could be delivered within a week while avoiding inspection at the border.

That was precisely why Theresia had come. Regardless of whether she could find a trade route through the blockade, as long as she had a stable food supply, she could turn a blind eye to it.

So she decided to wait.

And she waited for a whole week.

During that week, the Banshees of River Valley truly came to understand what an all-around talent meant.

He couldn't be called proficient in everything, but he knew how to do everything.

Backed by the enormous Originium Database, Huang Cao could handle almost any job.

He could sing, play instruments, repair things—there was practically nothing he couldn't do. He was humorous, witty, and polite, making it impossible to dislike him.

This could be seen from the massages the previous night. The Banshees truly liked this young man.

In theory, they had also been thoroughly seen the previous night without realizing it. After all, he had massaged every part of their bodies. It was impossible for him not to have seen anything.

Yet something that should have been so embarrassing had somehow been thoroughly enjoyed by every Banshee living there without a single complaint.

After returning to their own homes, many Banshees found it unbelievable.

It was as if Huang Cao possessed a natural affinity, and with his handsome appearance, he had the image of the good guy from a novel—the kind whose nature could be seen at a glance.

Lamian also found it strange. In just one night, their wariness toward the young man had dropped to its lowest point.

"Perhaps he really doesn't have any bad intentions. Still, we should observe him for a few more days."

Lamian was especially fond of this child as well. Life in River Valley was steady and monotonous. Having someone so humorous, witty, and sunny around didn't seem like a bad thing.

Meanwhile, Huang Cao was still working hard to clear the snow and build a fence around the house.

It had to be said that this was exhausting.

It wasn't that his abilities were insufficient. He could have simply used his roots to drag the fence into the ground.

But that would make it easy to expose himself. He could handle delicate work, since it didn't consume much energy, and he could manage heavy manual labor as well. But when something was both delicate and physically demanding, Huang Cao struggled.

He could erupt with enough power to drag the entire valley underground in one go, but he couldn't maintain that explosive state for long.

He hadn't developed fully yet. The Goddess couldn't possibly give him such an absurd cheat all at once.

The mental drain was simply too great, and he had to rest after only a short while.

So before long, the Banshee sisters took over Huang Cao's work of their own accord. Lamian couldn't bear to watch the child suffer either.

If this planet's rotation and revolution were not too different from those of the planet in his previous life, then Huang Cao's age of over twenty before transmigrating was truly extremely young on this land.

Not to mention that his current appearance was genuinely far too youthful.

And on top of that, he had a handsome face. Being born with the physique of someone destined to live off women wasn't just an expression.

"Hmm, this is bad. I've been spending so much time with the older sisters that I forgot the important business. I haven't opened my general store yet."

The general store was also the most important part of his future plans. The valley was isolated, and if he wanted an identity that wouldn't be seen through, he would have to stay there for at least ten years or so.

The main storyline was still hundreds of years away, so he could take his time. The general store was an important channel for him to gather information.

After people died, they returned to Originium. But if they died for reasons unrelated to Originium Infection, the speed at which their information was transmitted would be delayed. It might not even be as fast as word of mouth.

Besides, there was no guarantee he could find what he needed. The Originium Database was vast, but it wasn't omniscient.

However, just as Huang Cao was preparing to open the store for business, he saw two "big" Banshees holding hands as they arrived at the entrance of his clinic.

"Can we do it today, Mr. Huang Cao?"

There was longing in the Banshees' eyes. It wasn't lust, but the desire to make themselves feel more comfortable.

Of course, it was only slightly less intense than their desire for massages. Strictly speaking, there was only a thin window between this massage and a genuine erotic scene.

After all, they had to be honest with each other. No one could massage your entire body through several layers of thick clothing, could they?

Naturally, massaging someone through thin clothing wasn't impossible. But this era didn't have the undershirts of several hundred years later. Having coarse cloth was already good enough—who would make a garment to support everything for you?

Besides, Huang Cao was extremely proper while working. As he practiced, he also refined his experimental techniques, and his methods grew increasingly precise. This could be seen from the expressions on the Banshees' faces.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gained Lamian's trust so quickly.