Regis pointed at the shoulder bag he was carrying.
That herbal smell wafted out from there.
"I came here to gather herbs and roots to take back to my hut and refine into potions and elixirs."
"Aren't you afraid of wandering around this cemetery?" Maximus ran over from a distance, "What if there is a monster haunting the cemetery?"
Regis chuckled and said gently.
"Except for corpse-eating creatures, other monsters are not interested in the cemetery. Even Ghoul, they will not like bones that have been placed for five hundred years, so there will be no Ghoul here."
"And, every summer, from June to September, that is, from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox, I will stay here for three months."
"Until now, I am standing here perfectly fine. Isn't this the best proof of 'There is no Ghoul'?"
Regis's words left Maximus speechless.
But he was still afraid of this place.
Regis seemed to have read Maximus's mind and said with a smile.
"If you don't mind, why not come to my cabin."
"My summer residence is small and simple, but there is a spring nearby and there is a stove in the house. It is better than spending the night in the open air. Gentlemen, what do you think?"
Regis's summer residence is not far from the cemetery where they are located.
It only took less than ten minutes for the group to arrive at a small wooden house in the forest behind the cemetery.
The location of the cabin is quite hidden. Unless you go deep into the forest, it is difficult to find the cabin in the forest by just passing by.
"Please come in, gentlemen, you're welcome, just treat this place as your home."
The interior of the cabin was very dark, filled with a warm and intoxicating aroma that made people's noses tickle.
The smell comes mainly from the bundles of herbs and roots hanging on the four walls.
There is not much furniture in the house.
It includes a simple small bed and an old table.
The small bed was also filled with herbs.
On the table are countless glassware, pottery and porcelain bottles.
The room was illuminated by a strange, round-bellied stove that looked like a bloated hourglass.
The weak firelight came from the coals burning inside.
Surrounding the stove is a spider web of shiny glass tubes of different sizes.
Its shape bends into arcs and spirals.
A wooden bucket was placed under one of the glass tubes, and some liquid was dripping into the bucket.
This room is not big, but the equipment placed inside is more high-end and advanced than the equipment in the Oxenfurt University laboratory.
There is no unified standard for this kind of experimental equipment in this era. What kind of experimental equipment you want, you have to rely on your own imagination and experience to completely describe it on the drawings, and then hand it over to the glass craftsman for production.
"This is... a brewing furnace, a still, equipped with a distillation column and a condenser tube. Did you make this yourself, Mr. Barber Doctor?"
"Of course," Regis admitted humbly, "My job includes making elixirs, so I must distill and extract the fifth element and so on."
Lynn and Geralt are both witchers.
A witcher's job also includes making potions.
The fifth element is also one of the alchemical ingredients of potions.
So the things Regis said are still within their cognitive scope.
But Maximus couldn't understand these awkward and awkward words.
He had an expression on his face as if he was listening to a book from heaven.
Obviously, he could understand every word spoken by the demon hunter and the barber doctor.
But when it was combined into a sentence, he really couldn't understand what it meant.
But...
He soon made a new discovery.
The knight errant stared at the liquid dripping from the glass tube without blinking.
He sniffed his nose vigorously, and then showed an intoxicated expression on his face.
"Sir Regis, what is this, wine?"
Regis explained gently, "This is the distillate of mandrake, with belladonna added and fermented starch slurry."
Maximus couldn't help but licked his tongue. "Can you give me a drink?"
"I am happy to let guests taste my masterpiece." Regis turned around and started to rummage, but after searching for it, he only found a measuring cup. "I'm sorry, I only have this one container that can be used for drinking."
Lynn took out four empty water bottles from the magic pattern leather bag. "I have them here."
Maximus took the measuring cup, carefully scooped the wine from the bucket, and put it into the four kettles Lynn handed him.
Of course, he did not fill all the kettles. Out of politeness, he only filled each kettle with about one-third of its capacity.
He took a shallow sip first.
Then his eyes widened immediately.
Then another big mouthful.
"This is the best wine I have ever tasted. Even the exclusive royal wine "Sanger" exclusively for the Beauclair court is not one-tenth as good as this wine."
"Master Lynn, Master Geralt, come and try too."
He handed the other three kettles out and said to the barber.
"Sir Regis, although I don't understand the technical terms you are talking about, I have heard about the price of mandrake. How much does this glass of wine cost? I will pay for it."
"Haha," the barber doctor still looked elegant and easy-going, "This is just an unfinished product of unsatisfactory quality. Besides, it is thanks to the guidance of fate that you and I can meet tonight."
"So, we won't talk about the price. If you like it, just drink as much as you want."
"But I don't allow myself to try any stimulant drinks. My health is not what it used to be, and I am forced to give up many... amusements."
Seeing that Geralt seemed to be planning to say something, he waved his hand and said, "There is no need to persuade me. This is a matter of principle. I never violate my own principles."
Geralt said with respect, "Your generosity and determination make me admire and envy you."
Lynn drank a full sip of Mandela wine from the water bottle.
Maximus was not complimenting him out of politeness.
This wine is neither choking nor harsh on the throat.
It's like fairy dew and nectar, giving people a light and airy feeling.
It seems like all the worries in the world disappear immediately.
This is definitely a unique wine of this era.
Although Regis doesn't mind, it's still not good to just drink other people's wine.
So he took out fresh meat from the magic pattern leather bag.
After some operations, he handed the fragrant barbecue to several people.
He handed the largest portion to the barber.
"Please try it, Your Excellency Regis. Although the ingredients used are not so rare, my skills are not something that ordinary people can taste."
Regis took a bite and immediately smiled, "Well, I'm afraid Earl has never tasted such delicious barbecue. It's really a feast for me, young sir."