“That expression is truly foolish and unpleasant.
Drink it.
I will record your status.
However, with your level of strength, this bottle should heal most of your injuries; you’ll be jumping around by tomorrow.” Luciel frowned slightly as he spoke, simultaneously holding the medicine bottle to Zhao Kongcheng’s lips.
“What is this thing?” Zhao Kongcheng didn’t just drink it down simply because it was brought by Luciel.
Smelling the complex odor inside the medicine bottle and having witnessed the origin of this potion, Zhao Kongcheng found it truly difficult to entrust his life to it.
Si Xiaonan hurriedly blocked Zhao Kongcheng, saying: “Medicine isn’t used so recklessly.
Who mixes several kinds of medicine into one bottle of potion?
This definitely won’t heal anyone!” “What do you know?
Don’t use your shallow knowledge to challenge my abilities.
The human body is so weak that it would collapse with a gust of wind; treating injuries on such a fragile body is simply too easy.” “Don’t waste my time.
Drink the medicine early so I can go back early.” One could sense that Luciel was quite impatient, but as a doctor, it was even more impossible for Si Xiaonan to allow such a dubious, unverified product to enter Zhao Kongcheng’s mouth.
The atmosphere between the two gradually grew cold and tense, with neither side willing to back down.
The silence became so heavy that it made Leng Xuan want to pick up his gun to make them both calm down.
“Forget it, do as you please.
Anyway, I’ve already done what Power asked me to do; whatever the consequences are, it has nothing to do with me.” Luciel suddenly softened his tone, casually placed the medicine in his hand on the weapon rack outside the field, and closed his eyes again.
This time, no one else took over; he simply fainted directly.
Captain Chen Muye saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to check on Luciel’s condition.
Si Xiaonan wasn’t trying to argue with Luciel; it was just that one cannot be reckless when it comes to treating illnesses and saving lives.
Luciel’s methods were too crude, which was why they had clashed.
Seeing Luciel faint, Si Xiaonan set aside the argument and immediately came over to help.
Captain Chen Muye checked Luciel’s breathing and found it steady; it didn’t look like he had fainted, but rather like he had fallen asleep.
After a simple examination, Si Xiaonan also reached the conclusion that he had simply passed out from extreme fatigue.
“It seems he is exhausted.
I just don’t know if it’s from compounding the medicine or from sparring with the Captain and the others,” Leng Xuan said.
Zhao Kongcheng looked at the medicine bottle on the rack, recalling the process of how this medicine was created.
It was definitely a Forbidden Domain.
Although the various abilities Luciel had displayed over these past few days didn’t have any eye-catching power, they each had their own wonders, which inevitably made Zhao Kongcheng feel somewhat wavered.
“Perhaps this medicine really is useful,” Zhao Kongcheng muttered to himself.
Si Xiaonan saw through Zhao Kongcheng’s thoughts and frowned, saying: “Uncle Zhao, don’t be foolish.
This medicine hasn’t undergone a biopsy, and its origin isn’t very scientific.
What if there are side effects?” Zhao Kongcheng pondered for a moment and said: “That’s true.
If I recall correctly, a large rat was caught in the mousetrap in the kitchen this morning and hasn’t been dealt with yet.
Why not give it a try?” Zhao Kongcheng wasn’t entirely doing this just for his own quick recovery; he was also considering it for the sake of the Nightwatcher collective.
Recovery-type Forbidden Domain were inherently rare.
Although Si Xiaonan of the 136 Squad had the recovery ability of the Wuyuan Veil, it was, after all, only a personal ability.
But potions were different.
Potions created from physical objects presumably wouldn’t have the rule of disappearing the further one got from Luciel.
Even if the effects of such potions weren’t great, as long as they could be used in emergencies, many people could save their lives.
Captain Chen Muye quickly thought of this.
He looked at Zhao Kongcheng, who had already made up his mind.
If the rat could recover, it would prove that living organisms were fine, and if Zhao Kongcheng drank it himself, it would test whether there were issues with the human body.
Compared to letting his own team members do such a thing, Captain Chen Muye chose to use his official status to report to his superiors, requesting a death row inmate to test the Forbidden Domain derivative displayed by the new team member.
This left Zhao Kongcheng, who had been feeling passionate for a moment, standing there awkwardly.
When Wen Qimo carried Luciel on his back and passed by Zhao Kongcheng, he patted his shoulder.
He didn’t say anything, but looking at how he was bowing his head and not watching the road, one could tell that this kid was about to burst out laughing.
The strategic significance of something like supernatural medicine was simply too great.
How much potion could Luciel produce?
How effective was the potion?
Could Luciel, as a mentally ill person, provide this kind of medicine long-term and stably?
These questions all needed to be considered.
The application was sent to headquarters at noon, and by this evening, the bottle of medicine had already been sent to the prison.
Experiments on lab mice were skipped; after all, that bottle of medicine wasn’t much, and rather than wasting it on animals, it was better to use it directly on humans to see where the limits were.
How was the process?
Hard to say.
Regardless, by early the next morning, the conclusion had already reached Captain Chen Muye’s hands.
“The fractured bones were fixed in place by flesh and blood, with obvious signs of recovery.
The ruptured internal organs were treated within a short time, recovering to a state where they could maintain basic functions.” “This kind of potion is completely beyond the level that human science can achieve.
In cases of severe injury, taking this bottle of potion, while not allowing one to return to battle immediately, can at least sustain life.” “Do everything possible to communicate with the other party.
You must obtain information such as relevant potion types and expiration dates, while also securing a long-term and stable supply as much as possible.” Captain Chen Muye and Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan looked at each other.
Putting other things aside, how were they supposed to accurately find the one personality capable of making potions among the many personalities of a mentally ill person?
Luciel’s personalities each had their own character.
Although they all looked easy to talk to, in reality, not every personality of Luciel even knew that he had joined the Nightwatcher.
Not to mention that these personalities didn’t seem to consider themselves members of the Nightwatcher; after all, they had only been temporary members for two days, so there was definitely no sense of collective honor.
With the rising of the Sun, Luciel the Bard performed his daily staple show.
Accompanied by magnificent and cheerful piano music, those going to work and those going to school got up from bed and started their new day.
Compared to the high energy of the previous two days, although emotions were still well-stimulated today, there wasn’t that feeling of being very vibrant.
Some people felt that because they had heard it more than once, they had already adapted to this rhythm.
As the piano ended, Luciel clasped his hands together and began to praise the Sun.
“Ding-dong—Welcome.” Hong Ying, who had rolled around in bed for a few extra turns, pushed open the door of the Peace Agency and saw Luciel sitting in front of several grandmothers in their 50s.
He was complaining about the grandmothers’ unfaithful old partners while sharing recipes for home-cooked dishes and tips on how to raise flowers and plants, interspersed with a few casual compliments.
Under Hong Ying’s dumbfounded gaze, the grandmothers were coaxed until they were beaming with joy, and the commission fee provided was much higher than usual.
After these grandmothers left home laughing, Luciel turned his head to look at Hong Ying, who was standing foolishly at the door.
“Alright, were you scared by me?
I like sharing knowledge about doing things by hand with others; it makes me feel very happy.
Of course, I haven’t occupied your space for nothing; they gave me some commissions that aren’t difficult but have considerable commissions.” “You can do this too?” Hong Ying took the commission list from Luciel’s hand and asked in disbelief while reading it.
“Why wouldn’t I?
Me, that guy who loves looking around everywhere, and that nerd who discriminates against idiots—we have our own views on knowledge, but there is one point we are united on: we don’t think knowledge should be locked away in a library, but rather should be generously given to everyone.
We often communicate and share our knowledge with each other, so I know a little bit of everything.” Hong Ying was still somewhat incredulous.
She sized Luciel up and down, as if she were getting to know him all over again.
“Then your knowledge base is quite rich.
Hey, can you make potions?
According to what you said, you like teaching others knowledge about doing things by hand, so making medicine should also be within your capabilities, right?” Hong Ying thought of Captain Chen Muye, who had sent several messages in the Nightwatcher group early in the morning, telling them to pay attention to whether the personality that came out today was the same one that made medicine yesterday.
But changing the train of thought, perhaps she could achieve the goal indirectly.
Luciel chuckled after hearing this.
“Knowledge is all interconnected.
My understanding of various herbs and chemical substances is the foundation of making potions.
Just like sharing knowledge about growing flowers with the grandmothers, I also know which plants have medicinal value.” “The potion from yesterday wasn’t entirely a medicine obtained through physical means.
If you want medicine that promotes recovery for internal injuries, fractures, and other ailments, I can temporarily write a prescription for you.
To achieve the level of yesterday, either Moon takes action, or you become Moon.” At this moment, Captain Chen Muye hurried over and happened to hear the conversation between Hong Ying and Luciel.
“Become Moon, what kind of explanation is that?” Wen Qimo, who had been listening to their conversation from the side, also asked curiously.
Luciel scratched his head.
“This doesn’t belong to knowledge that can be taught.
I said it just now because I got a bit carried away.
In short, if you need it, you can configure it according to this prescription; it can effectively improve the recovery time for ruptured internal organs and fractures.” As Luciel spoke, he picked up a blank piece of paper on the side and quickly wrote down a string of Chinese medicine names.
Herbs occupied the bulk of the knowledge given by the Apothecary, and this potion formula indeed contained no supernatural abilities.
Even ordinary people, if they followed the recipe strictly, could produce a potion with the same effect.
The potion formula was written very clearly, with the weight of the herbs, the cooking time, and the color of the finished product all written out clearly.
But this wasn’t what Captain Chen Muye needed.
“The High Priestess, can you bring the Mr.
Moon from yesterday?
Headquarters sent a mission, hoping we can discuss cooperation on supplying potions to the Nightwatcher.” Luciel shook his head.
“You might have some misunderstandings about communication between us.
If one imagines a person’s heart, or soul, as an island, then we are separate archipelagos.
Each of us has an intercom and our own dedicated channel.
Those who are close can communicate directly by shouting, while those who are far away need to use the intercom to speak on a special channel—and that’s assuming the other party is listening.” “Moon’s lifestyle habit is the rare nocturnal.
It was already incredible that Power could wake him up yesterday.
However, if you ever really see him, you can try to soften up to him; that guy yields to soft tactics but not hard ones.” Captain Chen Muye frowned; this was somewhat difficult.
“Is there no other way?
Can’t we find the one close to Moon and have him shout directly to Moon?” Captain Chen Muye preferred to take the initiative, so he continued to ask.
“Not very likely.
That Biologist who likes farming has been very quiet lately.
I haven’t sensed his presence, and I don’t want to go looking for him proactively.” Captain Chen Muye had an even worse headache.
Just then, Leng Xuan, who hadn’t spoken, suddenly said: “How about we try waiting at night?
Maybe we can wait until Moon appears.” “How long would we have to wait?” Hong Ying raised an objection to this method.
“But we have no other way; we can only try our luck.” Leng Xuan directly pointed out the biggest difficulty right now.
Yes, they had no way to take the initiative; the only thing they could do now was wait.
“Then it can’t be helped.
Leng Xuan, you rest first.
You keep watch today, and tomorrow we’ll switch to others.
We’ll take turns waiting for Moon.
For these days, we’ll just sleep in the office.
If Moon comes out, come find me directly.
If there’s an abnormal event that makes me too tired, go find Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan.
One of us, either I or Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan, will always ensure we are in a good state.” Captain Chen Muye made the final decision, and the matter was settled.
“Yes, Captain!” Luciel saw that they still had their own things to do and probably didn’t want to bother with him for the moment.
He very consciously followed the basement stairs to the underground base, obtained the computer Captain Chen Muye had prepared for him that could access the Nightwatcher newcomer database, and while browsing the information, he felt the digestion of the Reader and Savant potions.
As it happens, the Reader of the omniscient White Towern Pathway, which relies on learning, provides memory and comprehension, but more importantly, it offers reinforcement in ritual magic and spirituality.
On the other hand, the Savant of the reality-oriented knowledge system of the Path of the Perfectionist directly possesses the ability to awaken memories, allowing for the complete recall of all knowledge ever acquired and achieving photographic memory.
Using the Savant’s ability to digest the Reader is a perfect match.
Today, the 136 Squad did not conduct extra training for Luciel.
They hadn’t figured out what the stamina requirements for switching between these personalities were.
If they consumed too much of his stamina today, causing him to sleep too soundly at night and the personality not to come out, that would be bad.
Thus, Luciel’s day passed in reading.
The feeling of knowledge that hadn’t been explicitly described in the novels entering his brain, and clearly feeling that the amount of knowledge he had mastered had increased, was absolutely wonderful.
For the first time, Luciel felt that learning was not a painful thing.
Night fell, and the other team members returned to their respective homes, while Leng Xuan came to Luciel’s room to wait.
Time passed bit by bit, and Leng Xuan didn’t keep staring at Luciel; intense gazes could easily be felt by people like them who had special abilities, causing them to sleep poorly.
So, Leng Xuan muted his phone and started finding a game to kill the time throughout the night.
Three hours after Luciel fell asleep, Luciel, who had been sleeping deeply with his eyes tightly closed, suddenly had his expression change, and the aura about him was vastly different from before.
A sense of tranquility like the dark night appeared on Luciel.
Having only slept for three hours, there was not a hint of fatigue on his face; on the contrary, he had a feeling of being full of energy.
“Are you Mr.
Moon?” Luciel did not deliberately hide his movements, and Leng Xuan reacted immediately, hurriedly stepping forward to ask.
“That is not the case.
If you need a codename to address me, call me Star.”