Chapter 58

"I heard that you have recruited another group of people to conduct experiments?"

As a family that has been around for hundreds of years, there are many empty rooms in the Tiard Castle.

The little spider climbed along the hem of Leir's clothes all the way to the folds of his collar, hid himself, and was led by him into an extremely dark and dusty room.

Judging from the layout, it was probably once used as a studio.

"I don't know about that, and the personnel are not under my jurisdiction. After all, I'm not a member of the Pharmacy Society." The man in the cloak said lightly with his back to the person standing by the window.

"Hmph... can that medicine really cure me? What if it doesn't?"

"If you drink the blood of your loved ones on a moonless night, you may be cured. As long as your loved ones love you 100%."

"If that doesn't work, just wait. Research has made great progress and great things will be accomplished."

"Maybe? No, I want absolute security! In that research, not a single experimental subject survived after so many years. I don't dare to take the risk. My life has just begun..."

"Really? Do you really think you have a lot of time left? What gives you this foolish illusion? Your stupid brother who you play with?"

The hooded man finally turned around, revealing a face that was completely different from his cold voice - kind, gentle, and honest.

"Mr. Pus..." Leier lowered his head, paused, and continued: "I can feel that my body has improved. It was difficult for me to get out of bed before, but now I am only weak for a few days after being soaked in ice water."

"Maybe, I'm getting better day by day."

Pus sneered with an ambiguous tone: "Yes, yes, get well. Become an ordinary person who does nothing, live out this mediocre life, beg for mercy from your brother, and expect him to give you a few gold coins after he takes power?"

Leir retorted fiercely, his voice rising: "No way!"

"Oh, I thought you were backing off. Don't worry, the potions developed by the new people will be of great help to the research. Once the lower class people we bought arrive, we can enter a new stage of experimentation."

"Also, the alchemist you mentioned... our people have lost track of him, and his current whereabouts are unknown. But you don't have to cling to him. His invention is still a bit crude. Even if it is used on you, it is just an inherited ability of 'protection' or 'plant affinity' from your mother, which is not very useful."

Leir: "Okay..." He hesitated for a few breaths and said slowly: "In fact, the perfect candidate for the experiment is right in front of us, isn't it? - My brother, Cross."

"We'll arrange for a few more waves of people to harass him on the way, and then capture him alive before he enters the Potion Meeting. I think a warlock should be able to withstand the baptism of holy medicine better than an ordinary person, right?"

Pus looked him up and down with a subtle expression: "As expected of you."

Leier smiled and said, "Anyway, the medicine needs the blood of a loved one. In that case, why not catch him and let his blood drain before conducting the experiment? Perhaps the experimental data obtained from him will be more suitable for me."

They smiled at each other.

*

Retracting his consciousness, Jiang Zhulang concentrated on mixing the two tubes of semi-finished liquid medicine in his hand. On the laboratory table in front of him, there was a mouse with its hands and feet tied up.

"Hey, what kind of spores are these? How can there be something that can increase your strength dozens of times after inhaling it?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Martin, who was sitting opposite Jiang Zhulang, approached him mysteriously and whispered in his ear.

"——I always feel that this experiment is not well-intentioned. Relying on external forces to break through and gain strength? Every animal in the experiment died, don't they think there is anything wrong?"

Luo Xiya promptly put the stirring stick on Jiang Zhulang's ground and said, "You can speak out loudly. There are only three of us here."

Martin: "Oh, yeah, I forgot, they all went out to eat."

Jiang Zhulang said calmly: "There have been several attempts to break through this limit in history, but all have failed. Whether it was alchemy or potion. But there are still people who insist on it."

He changed the subject and said, "Let's go and have dinner. Their experiment has been going on for so long anyway, so there's no need to waste some time."

Hearing this, Martin immediately put down his utensils and rushed forward, while Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia lagged behind a few steps and talked quietly.

"Could it be them? Jeff, and... the School of Warlocks."

"—To break through."

Jiang Zhulang nodded: "It's almost right."

"But I don't understand. They are warlocks. What else can they be dissatisfied with?"

"Maybe he feels that his power is not strong enough. Do you see what Jeff's talent is?"

Luo Xiya guessed uncertainly: "Intelligent brain?"

Jiang Zhulang shook his head: "Who knows, but it won't be a particularly powerful one. Otherwise, he and the group of people behind him will only be firm supporters of 'warlock supremacy' and will not want to create a new world where everyone has power."

Roshia curled his lips in disdain. "What a stupid idea. People are strong because of their mind, not their strength. I can't use arcane magic, but I can still create terrifying weapons. The same should be true for the elites of the Holy Spirit Potion Society. According to my observation, everyone who was absorbed into this secret organization is no longer obsessed with magic potions. Instead, they are obsessed with studying the unknown spores and how to enhance the absorption of holy medicine."

"They have long forgotten their original intention of joining the Pharmacy Society."

Jiang Zhulang turned his gaze to the rather angry Luo Xiya: "Not everyone is as determined as you. Before joining the Alchemy Society, they might have been the proud sons of the emperor and had made considerable achievements in the art of potions, but after entering here, they found that they were only one percent. Even the blood talent that they have always been secretly proud of is always better than them."

Hearing this, Luo Xiya pursed his lips and smiled softly, his usually serious face rarely stained with a faint blush: "This is natural. The way of refining gold from stone is my eternal pursuit. Those who stray from their own path will one day be devoured by desire. However, - what does this have to do with us? All we have to do is find evidence and then take revenge."

Jiang Zhulang nodded in agreement.

*

Breaking away from the world of comics, Jiang Zhulang drew down his experiences during this period one by one and saved them on his computer, but he did not publish them.

On his mobile phone, his new editor, the newly employed college student "Apple", started a daily question: "(Cat pops up) Bao, did you draw anything today? When will you update? I'm looking forward to it~"

Jiang Zhulang picked an emoticon to reply.

Apple: "The comic is on the homepage rankings again, and many readers are leaving comments."

Jiang Zhulang replied: "After a while, I'm stuck on the plot recently."

"Okay, okay, then you can think about it slowly. If you have any ideas, you can contact me to share them."

Jiang Zhulang hasn't updated his comics for a long time. Every time he finishes drawing, he just saves it in a folder.

He was suddenly a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with the various comments that might arise.

In fact, since the live broadcast clarification, his comment section has been filled with many short essay-style consolations and apologies, as well as many loving comments from familiar IDs.

But as Jiang Zhulang watched, he couldn't help but recall those harsh insults, even though those insults were not uttered by them.

He thought that no one could possibly update on time like a normal person after experiencing the sudden change of disgust and love.

Intellectually, he knew that he should take advantage of this wave of traffic and update a lot, but emotionally, he inexplicably had some kind of resistance that could be described as hypocritical.

He wanted to slow down.

Thinking of this, he turned off the computer with peace of mind and lay down on the sofa.

Jiang Zhulang found that he was becoming more and more addicted to life in Nidos. When he left out publishing comics in real life, browsing forums, he was shocked that his life was so empty that he didn't even know who to talk to.

At the same time, after mastering the ability to freely travel between comics and reality, he spent more and more time on the continent of Nidos and less and less time in reality.

This state of affairs is wrong.

But perhaps it was because he had always put all his actions into strict plans in the past and spent every day according to the routine, and now that he suddenly broke the plan and lazed off, he actually felt that it was not bad.

——Knowing that the situation is wrong, but not willing to change it.