Chapter 87- To the healer

A while later, they began their journey as he carried the unconscious Landon, Greg, and Sophie in tow.

From a faraway expanse, even from the elevated ridges, Sophie could see the ancient massive oak trees and an assortment of birch for as far as the eyes could see, moss-green fields intersected by stone markers being hosted by slaves and serfs in jute clothing. With her enhanced eyesight, she saw the horses trundle by hauling the scattered plow, steam surging like spirits from their withers. An underprivileged medieval village below consisted not only of the built-up area of cottages, old buildings, grasslands, wooden huts, and orchards but also the surrounding fields from which the dwellers derived their livelihoods.

"I wonder how hard it is to find a decent soup in this era," Sophie grumbled.

Greg smiled and said, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, under King James I, soap makers were given 'special privileges' and the soap industry started developing more rapidly, although soaps were gene