Fu Mo wasn’t surprised that the Luofu didn’t have either material.
Blaze Rods and Nether Wart were resources unique to the MC Nether Dimension.
He would’ve been surprised if they did have them.
“Mr.
Fu Mo, could you be more specific?
For instance, what does a Blaze Rod look like?
Then I can have people search for one.”
Jing Yuan mentally sifted through everything he’d ever seen in his life, but nothing matched the name Blaze Rod.
Fu Mo took a wooden stick from his pocket and held it up.
“It looks like this stick, except its surface is a vivid orange-red.”
Jing Yuan stared at the wooden stick in Fu Mo’s hand for two seconds and memorized its shape before turning to ask Fu Xuan to look into it.
Fu Xuan took out her phone and tapped on it a few times.
After a while, she shook her head.
“I couldn’t find anything.
Even the IPC’s online shopping sites don’t have anything similar.”
Jing Yuan was immediately disappointed.
He could only turn to Fu Mo to see if he had another solution.
Fu Mo knew what Jing Yuan wanted to ask without him having to say a word.
“I have a way to obtain those materials.
It’ll just be a little troublesome.”
Whether it was a Blaze Rod or Nether Wart, he could simply open a Nether Portal and retrieve them from the Nether.
The only difficulties were the time it would take and the dangers that might exist there.
Seeing Fu Mo’s hesitation, Jing Yuan immediately said, “Rest assured, Mr.
Fu Mo.
The Luofu will cover all expenses incurred during the treatment.
Once it’s over, the Luofu will also prepare a generous gift for you.
Please lend us your aid.”
“All right.”
Jing Yuan’s attitude was extremely sincere, and Fu Mo also wanted to establish a good relationship with the local powers, so he naturally wouldn’t refuse.
However, he looked up at the pitch-black sky.
If he started preparing everything now, he would probably be busy until tomorrow afternoon.
“But it’s already late today.
I’m afraid there won’t be enough time.”
Naturally, Jing Yuan couldn’t demand that Fu Mo start immediately.
Xianzhou Natives were fairly resilient, and the Infected wouldn’t die just because they went untreated for one night.
Starting tomorrow would make no difference.
“Of course, we wouldn’t interfere with your rest, Mr.
Fu Mo.
We can leave everything until tomorrow.”
Jing Yuan’s gaze swept over Fu Xuan and the others before finally settling on Qingque.
Although he didn’t know what Fu Mo needed to do while preparing the materials, the Luofu couldn’t possibly let him handle everything alone.
At the very least, they had to send someone to assist him.
They also had to be particular about whom they assigned.
First, it had to be someone Fu Mo wouldn’t dislike.
Second, that person needed to be capable.
Moreover, after seeing Fu Mo casually produce a miracle cure for the Mara-Struck, Jing Yuan’s first thought was how to build a good relationship with him.
Jing Yuan’s first thought was Fu Xuan, but as Master Diviner, she had too many matters to handle and couldn’t remain at Fu Mo’s side to assist him.
That left Qingque as the only candidate.
Although he didn’t interact with the young woman much, their occasional encounters had shown him that she was quite quick-witted.
He also frequently heard Fu Xuan mention Qingque’s name.
If Fu Xuan spoke of her so often, she had to be an outstanding member of the Divination Commission.
More importantly, Fu Mo had saved her life.
That debt of gratitude would allow Qingque to approach him more naturally without making Mr.
Fu Mo feel that it was deliberate.
“Qingque.”
Being suddenly called by such a high-ranking superior startled Qingque, who had been standing off to the side like part of the scenery.
She hurriedly straightened up.
“Present!”
“Don’t be nervous.”
Jing Yuan couldn’t help smiling at her tense expression.
“Lady Fu and I have many matters keeping us occupied.
Could I trouble you to look after Mr.
Fu Mo tonight?”
“Of course!”
Qingque agreed without hesitation.
She normally resisted overtime, but her guest was her lifesaver!
She wasn’t an ungrateful person.
Besides, she was quite curious about Fu Mo.
He had casually cured an incurable condition like the Mara-Struck.
She desperately wanted to know just how extraordinary his background was.
Seeing Qingque agree, Jing Yuan nodded and turned his gaze toward Fu Mo.
“Mr.
Fu Mo, I sincerely apologize.
Lady Fu and I still need to handle the matters here, so we can only have Qingque look after you.
I hope you’ll forgive us.”
“You’re too courteous, General.
I’m not particular about such things.”
Qingque walked over and looked up at Fu Mo with a cheerful grin.
“Then, Fu Mo, shall we go?”
“Mm.”
Jing Yuan watched Qingque lead Fu Mo away.
Only after their figures disappeared at the end of the street did he withdraw his gaze and quietly speak to Fu Xuan beside him.
“Lady Fu, give Qingque a promotion and a raise.
Have her assist Fu Mo for the foreseeable future.”
Fu Xuan immediately understood Jing Yuan’s intentions.
He wanted Fu Mo to feel how highly the Luofu valued him and use that to win him over.
“General, are you planning to recruit Mr.
Fu Mo?”
“Of course.
The mere fact that he can treat the Mara-Struck leaves me unable to think of any reason not to win him over.”
Fu Xuan nodded.
He had a point.
She couldn’t imagine how frenzied the entire Xianzhou Alliance would become if the Luofu announced that someone here could treat the Mara-Struck.
More importantly, who could guarantee that Fu Mo’s method for treating the Mara-Struck couldn’t also cure other incurable diseases?
When that happened, the entire Cosmos might go mad over a single bucket of milk in Fu Mo’s possession.
I’ll make the arrangements immediately.”
“Mm.
Thank you, Lady Fu.”
………
“All right, Fu Mo, this is your room.
Take a look and see if anything’s missing.
I’ll get it for you.”
Qingque led Fu Mo into a suite that had just been booked at the most luxurious hotel in the area.
She handed him the key card and showed him around.
Fu Mo surveyed the room.
The hotel was similar to those from before his transmigration, and it had every amenity one could need.
It even came with an extremely high-end-looking computer.
The only thing Fu Mo found regrettable was that the room was on the fifth floor.
He couldn’t dig straight underground as he could in Minecraft and mine whenever he got bored.
Aside from that, he was very satisfied with the room.
“Nothing’s missing.
This will do.”
Qingque nodded, then took a phone from her pocket and held it out to Fu Mo.
“Here, this phone is for you.”
“For me?”
Fu Mo looked at Qingque in surprise.
Grinning, Qingque raised a finger and pointed at her eyes.
“I haven’t seen you use a phone even once.
When the Master Diviner and the others took theirs out earlier, you looked really surprised.
Plus, your pockets looked pretty flat, so I wondered if you either didn’t have a phone or didn’t know what one was.
It just so happens that I bought a spare last week specifically to slack off at work—cough, cough, cough…
I mean, to handle work.
So it’s yours!
It wasn’t very expensive, though, so don’t be disappointed.”
No wonder he’d felt as if something had been missing this whole time.
It was a phone!
What young person nowadays didn’t glance at their phone every so often?
When Fu Xuan and the others had taken out their phones earlier, he had instinctively reached into his pocket, only to find it empty.
His own phone hadn’t transmigrated with him.
He’d found that rather regrettable, but Qingque had unexpectedly noticed it.
Fu Mo accepted the phone and sincerely thanked her.
“I really like it.
Thank you, Qingque.”
Qingque’s smile grew even brighter.
“It’s nothing.
You’re my lifesaver, after all!
It’s just a phone!
Come on, let’s add each other as friends first!”
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T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me!
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Shilling time!