Going West

The interior of the hospital is a typical U-shaped structure with three floors. The injured patients are recuperating on the third floor.

As soon as you step onto the stairs, you can sense the pollution in the corridor. The people in charge of care have become priests and bloodline healers.

Seeing the two people, they habitually looked at the woman leading the way: "Are these new patients?"

"This is the new pharmacist, he has the highest level of clearance."

"What can such a young child do? Stop joking." The leader waved his hand. "Tell him to go back. It's too late now."

The man frowned. "Who was your teacher? Where did you learn the technique of making medicine? What achievements have you made? Have you researched any new medicine?"

Mason answered honestly: "My teacher is dead. I learned the skills in a small town and I have no achievements."

Every time he spoke, the other person's face darkened. At the end, the other person waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I get it. We just happen to have a set of pharmacist's tools. Let Ola take you there, and then we'll give you some herbs. But we don't have much of them. I hope you can understand."

For an unknown person, the other party's answer was already very good. Mason didn't make any fuss, thanked the woman and walked out.

When he left, the Blood Vein healer beside him whispered, "Do we really have to give him herbs? We don't even have enough for ourselves."

The man said impatiently, "Damn the nobles. There are always people trying to take credit for the work. Just give him something."

"Don't forget that you are also a noble, even though you are only a baron."

"Then the damn noble boy! Everyone, take action, don't let these guys mutate. As for that kid, just give him some herbs that won't last long."

The woman led Mason to the drug room and pushed open the door while holding her nose. No one had been in this room for a long time, and the doors and windows were closed. If you ignore the dust on the table that was thick enough to be a blanket, the tools on the table were brand new.

"No one has come here since the last pharmacist died in battle." The woman said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't have time to help you now. Can you clean it yourself?"

"Okay, thank you."

She had a good impression of this well-behaved boy. After delivering the herbs, she couldn't help but remind him, "Next door is the ward for the bloodline patients. If anything seems wrong, run away quickly. Don't get involved with them."

"Thank you."

Mason smiled and sent her out, then briefly checked the herbs. The drooping contaminated plants were only a hair's breadth away from completely losing their effectiveness, and it was not hard to see that the medical bloodline doctors were perfunctory.

Well, this was expected. Facing the doubts of the medical bloodline people, Mason smiled and turned to open the window.

The spores formed a translucent protective mask, blocking the flying dust. Mason shouted, "Come in."

Several figures flashed in from the door. Mason asked, "Can you make potions?"

Number Two: "It's easy. Just input the formula into the program and we'll create the perfect medicine."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Under Mason's command, the androids quickly cleaned the room. They divided the work and worked together to process the herbs and make the medicine in an assembly line style. Their movements were neat and their rhythm was unified, which was a real pleasure to watch.

Mason couldn't help but sigh that technological progress is productivity. As long as the drug production process is input, it can be perfectly replicated. This is better than any pharmacist. Bottles of drugs are bottled at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the sufficient quantity is filled, it is sent to the clinic.

The healers eyed the remedies with suspicion, unscrewing the bottles and sniffing them; the quality of the remedies was incredible, considering the quality of the herbs in this batch.

Could it be that the people behind him were so cruel as to replace the spoiled herbs with drugs? Isn't it too much to try to add merit to future generations?

He didn't believe it and ordered another batch of herbs. Not long after, the boy really brought back a better medicine.

The healer looks at the medicine, then looks at the other person. Looks at the medicine, then looks at the other person: "Did you do this?"

Without waiting for Mason to answer, he slapped his thigh. Regardless of whether this guy can make medicine or not, from today on he is the best pharmacist in the whole city!

"No need to answer! Do you have any herbs? Give them all to him! What other potions can you make? Can you make paralysis potion and regeneration potion?"

These were all the medicines he had learned. Mason nodded. The man immediately shouted excitedly, "Rick! Bring me all the remaining herbs!"

The assistant who was called over was confused: "Isn't this the boy from before? Are you going to succumb to the pressure from the nobles... Ouch!"

"How can you talk like that? Watch your words and actions. This is our great pharmacist!" The Blood Blood Doctor said righteously, slapping him hard. "Give him all the herbs quickly, and then distribute these medicines."

Mason shook his head with a smile and took the herbs. He inadvertently pointed out the peculiarities of the androids. The impact of the [Mechanical Disaster] was too great, and it would be bad if people noticed them. With the help of the android No. 2 and others, Mason quickly delivered a perfect answer.

A large number of excellent medicines saved the lives of the patients. Mason took the time to send a batch of energy butterflies using Canaan, using the energy of heaven to purify the pollution on the bloodline people and heal those who could not be cured by medicine.

While Mason treated the injured at the hospital, the side effects of Oreius eased. After regaining control, Oreius was sent to assist the mechanics in maintaining safety. Canaan took on the heaviest responsibility.

It has to purify the pollution, and also shoulder the responsibility of treating and exterminating monsters. Thanks to the fact that he doesn't need to sleep or eat, and doesn't feel tired, otherwise even a vest would be exhausted.

With the help of the vests and Mason, the city's ability to deal with monsters has been greatly improved. Abner acted decisively and lent a hand to other cities, saving many assault teams besieged by monsters in time. Then he followed the clues and rescued nearby cities in danger.

A few days later, the support from the Holy See arrived. Santo rushed over with a group of priests. Their arrival was crucial, freeing Canaan from the tedious purification work and allowing it to have the energy to support other areas.

The attacks of Heaven and Oreius were coordinated, and the two vests moved freely among the monsters, becoming a surprise rescue force and stabilizing the situation nearby.

During this time, Mason has been responsible for providing medicine, distributing food in the city, and calming people's hearts. He also has to use his blood to stimulate the growth of polluting plants, thus achieving true self-production and self-sales.

After confirming his ability, the bloodline doctors summoned him without hesitation. Phailer rarely objected to this and even smiled and asked Mason to help more.

The members of the Black Mist Expedition Team recovered from their injuries and quickly reported to their superiors. After receiving the report, the Western families responded immediately and ordered the members of the Black Mist Team to return as quickly as possible.

To Mason's surprise, he was included.

"Someone above wants to see you."

Faile said this with a worried look on her face. She sat alone on a lacquered wooden chair, not even bothering to look at the pile of paperwork on her desk. Her heart and eyes were filled with her beloved child.

The people above were naturally referring to the Noble Association. Mason had been prepared for them to find him since the vests had made such a big fuss. He just didn't expect that they would let him go with the Black Mist Team.

"It's not a good thing, but it's not a bad thing either. If you're targeted by the association, you'll have to work hard for them. But you're still a child, so they shouldn't make it too difficult for you."

That's because you don't know who my aliases are and what they do. Mason complained in his heart and listened to Faile's nagging obediently.

"I will ask someone I know to take care of you. Promise mom that you will protect yourself if anything happens. If you are in danger, mom will come to find you no matter where you are, okay?"

The boy nodded. Faile put aside the worry in her eyes and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"There are some things you haven't been clear about. I didn't expect you to meet those old men now. You must remember every word I say next."

Fayrel's attitude was very serious. Mason sat up straight unconsciously and listened attentively to what he said.

"The Noble Association is headed by the Twelve Round Table Families, which are divided into East, South, West, North, and Central. The relationship between us southern nobles and western nobles is average, but you don't have to be afraid of them. After all, we are the power of the Luo family."

Mason nodded, "Okay... eh? We belong to the Luo family?"

"Why are you so shocked? The main forces of the Twelve Round Table Families are distributed in various places. Although the main family is in Partinton in the central part, you don't really think that such a small area can support their survival, right?"

Faile laughed and gave his son a good lesson.

"The two major families in the south are the Luo family and the Garcia family. We belong to the Luo family. The Garcia family was expelled from the ranks of the Twelve Round Table Families not long ago and is now being divided up by various families."

"I will introduce you to the new members in the south when the dust settles. Earl Ya'an is an old noble family with close ties to the Luo family, so we don't have to worry about this problem. I have told you so much, but I just hope you remember not to give in too much when facing those people. The Luo family is stronger than the western family, and we have backers."

Mason nodded silently. Don't worry, Mom. If you had told me a few months later, I would have taken over the entire Luo family.

Faile had no idea what he was thinking and continued to remind him, "There is only one problem this time. They must want to find you to get something from you. You must be careful of the Siren family. They live in the western seas, have outstanding looks, and are good at confusing people."

Mason was helpless: "Don't worry, Mom, I won't be tempted."

Faile sighed, "If only it were that simple. The Siren family has had the habit of intermarrying with humans since the pre-Dark Mist era. They were also called Sirens back then."

"They like to eat humans and can control them with their voices. The alien species left now also have similar abilities. Compared to humans, their thoughts are more like beasts. They worship power and hate etiquette."

Her child has just awakened from the curse. Can he really deal with those treacherous sirens? Faile is worried, but due to her duty, she has to personally send Mason to the family carriage to the west.

She warned him repeatedly: "My child, be careful."

Mason opened the curtain of the carriage. On his left sat Oreus, on his right sat the mechanic, and opposite him sat Canaan who had forced his way in. The flax-haired boy blinked his eyes, and his smile was as warm as spring breeze.

"No problem, Mom, I will be careful."

The woman's expression softened and she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Of course, my kids are the best."

Tick, tick, tick.

With the sound of horse hooves, Faile watched the carriage go away. She put away her tender and affectionate look and became efficient and neat.

"Have you stopped those dragonborn?"

A voice came from the side: "Stop it, the Luo family also used their power to help us. These dragon descendants have great opinions about Oleus. Since only he returned from the black fog this time, they did not see the baby dragon. They launched a strong protest."

"Huh... a bunch of guys with blood but no brains. What does the Luo family say?"

"They claim to have questioned Aurelius and that the dragon is still alive, but still in the mist."

"That is enough. No matter what, these dragonborn cannot get in front of my children. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Faile turned around and walked back to where she came from. Beside her, there was no one where the sound came from.