"What? He knows me?" The fat pharmacist called Dakwell was taken aback, asking in a low voice.
The owl's eyes were wide as it looked ahead and said: "I noticed that when he walked in and saw you, he was clearly stunned for two seconds."
"Maybe I don't fit the image of a pharmacist in his mind?" the fat pharmacist retorted stubbornly.
The owl spread its wings and then folded them: "If you want to think that way, I can't help it."
"...What books have you been reading lately?" The fat pharmacist moved the fat on his cheeks.
The owl answered with a serious and solemn face: "My reading preferences depend on your level of knowledge." "Unfortunately, the words you know and can teach me are only so few. I have no choice but to read popular novels with lower vocabulary requirements." "Besides, they're all serialized in the newspapers."
The fat pharmacist Dakwell scoffed: "I'll go buy a cookbook later, called 'A Guide to Cooking Birds of East Baland'."
Before the owl could speak again, he put on a grim expression and muttered to himself: "He knows me? He looks like a standard Loen man, at least with more than half Loen blood." "I stayed in several cities in Loen under an alias. It's not strange that someone knows me, but I still need to be vigilant. If there's no news from the old man before March, I will have to leave here..."
As he spoke, he turned his head to glance at the owl on his shoulder: "You are quite useful at certain times."
"No! Your eyes, your body language tell me that what you are really thinking is, 'Damn it, I clearly wanted a pet that could help me fight monsters and gang enforcers. I gathered potion formulas and extraordinary materials according to dragon standards, and in the end, I got a stupid bird that only knows how to read newspapers and watch plays! Damn it, I wish I could pour another potion down its throat!'" The owl, just like a parrot, vividly performed in the fat pharmacist's accent.
The fat pharmacist Dakwell's expression stiffened for a few seconds, then he snickered: "You know it, you stupid bird!" "If I didn't have the 'Beast Tamer' ability, you wouldn't be able to withstand a single potion!"
In the herbal shop, the man and the animal fell silent at the same time.
After a good while, the owl pretended as if nothing had happened and said: "Dakwell, is this really useful? You've already commissioned dozens of adventurers."
"I'm not good at finding people, so I have to commission them. And I will only pay them after they truly find, or confirm, the old man's whereabouts. Not a single penny more!" The fat pharmacist clicked his tongue, then sighed, "The old man always claimed to be a lucky fellow and a winner of fate. Nothing should have gone wrong with him..."
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"Will that concoction really be effective?" Danitz asked, looking at the paper bag Klein had placed next to him in the carriage on the way back to the Azure Wind Inn.
Inside were black herbs, strangely shaped insect shells, and oddly colored blooms. One couldn't help but find it unreliable.
Klein nodded: "Yes."
"You haven't tried it yourself..." Danitz instinctively retorted.
I trust the fat pharmacist. Although he has a bitter and toxic tongue, he is kind-hearted... Besides, Captain Ireland also thinks his potions are effective enough... As Gherman Sparrow, Klein didn't respond to Danitz's doubts. He simply picked up the bag and tossed it over.
Without a word, Danitz understood what the man opposite him meant: you brew the potion.
He had grown accustomed to doing similar things recently and didn't have the slightest urge to resist.
Back at the Azure Wind Inn, Klein found a chair and sat down, watching Danitz light the fireplace, hang a clay pot, add water, and throw in the herbs.
Leaning back, Klein felt his head swimming and his whole body exhausted, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
To wait for the potion to be ready and solve the illness as soon as possible, he forced himself to think about various problems to overcome the drowsiness: "If I think about it carefully, in the battle with the 'Disease General,' if I hadn't succeeded in my ambush and suppressed her from the start, preventing her from getting into the rhythm she excels at, so she only had the chance to become invisible and create distance at the very end, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat her."
"The combination of invisibility and disease is really broken. Paired with an Assassin's fatal blow and the Pleasure's containment and harassment, you can't find them when you want to attack, and you can't run away when you want to. You can only watch as your body weakens, catching various diseases, or even being charmed by the opponent and giving up the fight..."
"On one hand, every Sequence 5 is very strong, as befits a near-demigod rank. On the other hand, the combination of abilities within '
"Mn, the abilities of the Path of the Diviner's Sequence 5, the 'Marionettist,' are very effective against invisibility..."
"I can help the fat pharmacist find his teacher recently, but with insufficient intelligence and almost just a photo, I can only rely on luck and hope to stumble onto a clue. I'm not a god, I can't find people out of thin air..."
"Wait, in a sense, I really am a god!"
"I can get the believers of the 'Sea God' to help me look. As long as that old gentleman named
"Also, before Captain Ireland leaves Bayam, I can ask him to introduce me to a military liaison. If there's any news in the future, I can bill them. By the way, I can check the passenger lists of registered steamships from the past few months for a Roy King."
"There is another method. The radio transceiver has been on the
"Hey, many adventurers have no leads at all, but I have three whole ways to find someone!"
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Amidst the myriad thoughts, Klein finally waited until the potion was successfully concocted.
Looking at the dark greenish-black liquid that Danitz handed over, he hesitated for two seconds but still reached out, took it, and brought it to his lips.
Gulp!