Twenty days

Absinthe's loss of composure only lasted a short time. She seemed to have become familiar with patience and obedience, and she quickly calmed herself down.

Mason took her to the guest room of the Earl's Mansion, where they would spend the next week. Wormwood looked around the room nervously, and Mason asked naturally, "By the way, Wormwood, how long have you been there?"

Wormwood came to his senses: "It has been there since I was born."

Mason was stunned. Wormwood looked at least seventy years old, while the pharmacist was only in her forties. She had been there since she was born?

"Your relationship with that pharmacist is..."

"He... is my father."

"!?"

Kuai knew what the other party would think, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I was born with bloodline abilities, so my father had high expectations for me. He hoped to achieve higher achievements through me. But my bloodline did not meet his expectations, and since then my father no longer recognized me and I became a slave."

Born with blood!

Just like Aibo and the Speaker of the Council, those born with natural blood are born with fixed abilities. Some are good, some are bad, and they are out of control. The one in Wormwood is obviously a malignant mutation.

"What is your bloodline?"

"【Old Man Tree】. It's nothing special except that it has a very high resistance to pollution. Because of its influence, I have become what I am now."

Seeing the young man's interest, Kuei borrowed a knife from Abner and demonstrated it to him. She cut off her wrist without hesitation, and the fracture did not bleed, but showed the fracture surface of the stump.

The wrinkled skin turned into wood. It was hard to describe whether it was a tree body with an old man's face or an old man's skin made of wood. Even though he turned into a tree man, there was still no pollution on Absinthe's body. This was why Mason didn't recognize him as a bloodline person at first.

"I am extremely resistant to any contamination and have a strong vitality. My father has experimented with many drugs on me and even drew my blood. These drugs have been precipitated, allowing my bloodline to continue to grow. Now I am already a C-level bloodline person."

What is a C-level bloodline? Orihe is a C-level.

Although she is evaluated by different standards than ordinary bloodline people, bloodline people of this level have already left the ranks of cannon fodder and become the backbone of the lower-level bloodline people. Even her father may not be able to have a C-level.

Although both were C-level bloodlines, the abilities of Kuai and Olih were very different. She had no ability to protect herself. Kuai obviously knew this, and lowered her head.

"No matter how I advance, I can't make a qualified request like my father. My father said that a fool like me is only fit to be a drug tester, using my body to make a little contribution..."

Mason was furious when he heard this and couldn't help but interrupt him with a sullen face: "He's talking nonsense!"

Wormwood looked at him in astonishment, and the young man said decisively: "If you don't have the ability to achieve your goals, but you rely on sacrificing your daughter, you will never get what you want in your life. Your ability is very interesting, and there must be a place where you can shine, but you haven't found it yet. Don't worry, I will help you."

The old woman murmured, "What if I'm really a waste?"

Her father spent more than ten years trying to find a solution but failed. What could this child do?

"Bloodline is indeed important, but this world does not exist for people with bloodline. You can live well as a person. If necessary, my territory will welcome a teacher who knows herbs."

A...teacher?

In a trance, Absinthe suddenly felt that this title sounded good.

......

This was the most miserable week of the pharmacist's life.

Abner broke his bones, and even though the bloodline's physique was strong enough to support him without food or water for a long time, the pain in his body was there. Without the old woman, there was no one to take care of him.

During the days when his wounds were healing, he could only lie in bed, enduring hunger and thirst. The medicine that could heal his body was right next door, but he had no way to get it.

In the last two days, the pharmacist couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled over and fell off the bed, and struggled to crawl to the medicine shelf. The short distance was so difficult that he had to stop and rest every time he climbed a distance. The intense pain and humiliation tortured his body and mind. For the first time, the man hated himself for building the medicine shelf so high.

The pharmacist endured the pain of broken bones and took great effort to remove the medicine, then tremblingly fed it into his mouth. A lot of liquid splashed on his face and neck. As the medicine poured into his throat, the pharmacist lay on the ground panting, with anger blazing in his eyes.

The wound was healing quickly, and the stinging pain from the bone recovery stimulated the nerves, causing the desire for revenge to surge.

Wait, I will go to the Earl to complain as soon as I recover. None of these people can escape! And that little bastard. How dare he betray him at this time? He must be taught a lesson later.

This kind of scumbag should be tied up in the house, so that she will tremble when she sees herself. Otherwise, she will betray her master and even abandon her biological father!

The man completely ignored his bad behavior towards Wormwood and planned revenge with gritted teeth. After finally recovering from his injuries, he staggered to his feet, wolfed down the food at home, changed himself into clean clothes, and angrily headed to the Earl's Mansion.

Pharmacists are few in number and usually live close to each other so that they can exchange supplies and information. It is inevitable that they will run into a few acquaintances on the road. Whenever those eyes fall on him, the man feels that they are full of ridicule and pity.

"Is this the guy who got beaten up by a kid's parents?"

"It's so pitiful that he can't even take care of his own dog."

"You didn't see how embarrassed he was that day. It was really unbearable to watch."

Even though he couldn't hear their voices, the pharmacist could still complete the words of those who were talking about him behind his back in his mind. The man, who was proud by nature, could not tolerate such humiliation at all, and immediately requested to meet with the count.

What he said before was not empty talk. As one of the most skilled pharmacists in Ya'an City, Earl Ya'an had met him many times. After learning his name, the doorman of the Earl's Mansion immediately invited him into the reception room. While drinking tea, the pharmacist finally regained his confidence.

This time he will definitely teach those two a lesson!

He waited for a while before the count called him in. Ya'an's office was the same as usual, with the count sitting at the table reviewing documents. He nodded slightly when he saw him coming.

"What's up?"

The pharmacist fell to his knees with a thud, his expression full of hatred: "My Lord Earl! The student you introduced beat me up. I taught him with good intentions but he did such a nasty thing to me. This is an offense to you and a provocation to the entire Ya'an!"

"I know. I will punish him severely."

The pharmacist was quick to notice the other party's gentle handling and hurriedly continued to persuade him.

"I have made some progress on the drug you asked me to research for secret brew addicts, but that guy injured me and took away my servant. Now the research progress has been greatly reduced, and I am afraid it will not be delivered on time. This is all that guy's fault."

"real?"

Hearing this, the Earl seemed to be aroused with interest. The pharmacist nodded repeatedly: "I have found a very effective substance. I only need to do a few more experiments to determine the formula. Unfortunately, I am now seriously injured and the culprit is on the run. I can't rest day and night..."

"Is that so? Then I believe you."

Ya'an put down the pen in his hand and blew gently at the wet ink. His eyes glowed with green light, as if he could see through the man's mind. The pharmacist's heart sank, and he lowered his head hurriedly, not daring to look at him. He didn't dare to challenge the earl's bloodline ability, and he was even more afraid that the other party would see what he was thinking.

After a while, the count's calm voice came from above.

"Mason will be your student in the future. It's up to you to decide what you want to do. I won't interfere, nor will I let others interfere."

"Neither will his parents?"

The man was immediately delighted. If he couldn't beat his parents, how could he not punish a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair?

"Of course, this is a matter between the two of you. No one will interfere. Go back, and I will let him come to you in person later. I only have one request, the medicine needs to be delivered on time."

As expected, the Count was on his side! The pharmacist couldn't help but bowed: "Thank you for your kindness, I will deliver the things as quickly as possible!"

Ya'an nodded calmly and stopped looking at him. The pharmacist tactfully left, and after a moment, a heartfelt sigh came from the corner of the room.

"You are still as evil as ever. You sold people to mine and they still asked you to count the money. It was clearly my son's revenge, but you made it happen. You are indeed a black-hearted Ya'an."

What does it mean that every word in three sentences is a landmine, and not a single punctuation mark is acceptable to humans?

Ya'an said elegantly: "Get lost."

Abner responded quickly: "Okay!"

......

That afternoon, Mason stood in front of the familiar building with his luggage and knocked on the door.

Just like before, his attitude was very good. The pharmacist was about to give the other party a warning, but suddenly realized something. His face changed slightly and he asked anxiously.

"Where's that idiot?"

Why did this guy come back alone? They left as a group of three!

The chestnut-haired boy looked at him innocently: "Who is it?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Where's that bitch? Why didn't she come back?"

"How am I supposed to know who it is if you don't even tell me your name?"

"I told you, don't act stupid here!"

The pharmacist suddenly attacked and slapped the man in the face. He hit him so hard that Mason's head tilted to one side, and his mouth was immediately filled with the taste of blood. The boy licked the corner of his mouth, and stopped smiling. He stared at the man. His hair hung down beside his red and swollen cheeks, and he exuded a very terrifying aura.

This is the temperament that has been tempered through countless fights, mysterious and evil, and it is combined with the evil spirit brought by the pollution in the boy's heart, prompting him to act quickly. The vest is controlled by him, and the pollution it touches during control will be isolated by the World Tree, but those negative emotions will still be detonated after contacting the pollution of the main body.

It is better to cut off the disobedient mouth, or should we dig out his heart to see what color it is and whether the blood flowing in his veins is pus. Otherwise, why would it be so black?

The man didn't notice his abnormality and said coldly, "I don't care what method you use, bring her back quickly, or I'll make you pay! No one can protect you now. If you don't obey, I'll beat you to death."

The chestnut-haired boy lowered his head obediently: "Okay, teacher, I'll bring her back after class."

Oh, it's really an untamed wild dog. A beating will make it behave. He should have done this a long time ago.

The man was very proud. Seeing the other person bowing his head, he felt that there was still a long way to go. He immediately said rudely, "What kind of class is this! You are so arrogant after just learning one lesson. Go read all the books on the bookshelf and pass my test before you are qualified to learn about pharmacy!"

"I just need to finish studying all the books on the bookshelf, right? Will you teach me how to make all the potions then?"

The chestnut-haired boy tilted his head, his voice was shy and gentle, but for some reason the pharmacist had a bad feeling.

What does that mean?

There were so many huge books with so much complicated and profound knowledge that even he couldn't guarantee that he could memorize all of them. What kind of nonsense is this kid talking about!

The pharmacist reassured him: "As long as you have learned, I will teach you how to make my best medicine. He is a student introduced by the Earl, so of course I will teach him everything I know."

The boy seemed to be completely unaware of his ill intentions, raised two fingers and said happily: "Okay, then twenty days will do."

"If I can finish studying these books in twenty days, you will give me all the medicines you know. If not, I will let you do anything. How about that?"

The pharmacist's heart skipped a beat.

Is this a trap? It sounds incredible. If the other party can really learn so much knowledge in 20 days, wouldn't his life become a joke!

Could it be that the other party did this on purpose? He was actually already a pharmacist, and came to steal his secret recipe?

He thought for a moment and coughed, "Okay, but first let's do a test so I can see your level."

He found a set of medicine-making equipment and asked the other party to do a test first. After watching the boy's whole operation, the pharmacist felt relieved. He immediately agreed to his request and asked Mason to bring back the wormwood immediately.

From the description of Absinthe, it seems that there is no affection between the father and daughter. The pharmacist's constant urging can only be due to profit.

It was just a drug test, and it didn't matter whether there was wormwood or not. Excellent pharmacists had no shortage of test subjects. The man's urging seemed more like he had no choice, because wormwood was an indispensable thing for him.

Mason narrowed his eyes, took the matter to heart, and obediently went out to pick up the wormwood. The pharmacist was naturally beaten up by the chestnut-haired boy.

When the pharmacist came into the room, swearing, Wormwood looked at Mason who had blocked a punch for her, tears welling up in her eyes. The boy comforted her softly, and redness quietly flowed from his gentle eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I just can't beat him now. He will return every punch, every kick, every beating and insult you receive from now on."

Kuai looked at him like this, and her heart skipped a beat: "Master Mason, is there something wrong with you...?"

"No." Mason blinked. "I'm fine."

He could feel the pollution surging through his body, stirring up violent emotions. But it didn't matter. He needed this right now, to show some scumbag what was wrong.