Chapter 66 Tasting
"Are the spirits in opposition to each other? The 'stone' is the opposite of the 'cup', so the psychotropic drugs made from the 'stone' can neutralize the drugs from the 'cup'. So the 'stone' can also be used to help people quit drugs..."
After listening to Aldridge's words, Dorothy thought about it, then she turned her eyes to Aldridge and continued speaking.
"If it's not a psychotropic drug made by 'Stone', then I think you must have some here too."
Looking at Aldridge in front of her, Dorothy spoke again, and Aldridge nodded as expected.
"Of course I do have it. Since you asked, Miss Meshhouse, I guess you're going to order it too. Let's not beat around the bush. Stone powder, 20 pounds for 10 grams." As he spoke, Aldridge gestured to indicate the price, and Dorothy directly took out 60 pounds and put it on the table.
"I want 30 grams."
"No problem, please wait." After saying that, Aldridge walked slowly to a corner of his studio, took down a glass bottle full of gray powder from a wooden shelf, opened the lid of the glass bottle, scooped a few spoonfuls with a spoon and put it on the scale. It was exactly 30 grams, no more, no less, no need to add or subtract.
Aldrich wrapped the weighed powder in paper, then walked up to Dorothy and handed the bag to her.
"Here you go. Mix it with water and drink it. Remember, take as many cups of this as you took. The ratio is one to one according to the routine procedures. If you don't want to become permanently demented, don't take too much."
Dorothy took the medicine handed to her by Aldridge, and then complained in her heart.
"The psychiatric drug in 'cup' is a drug, and the one in 'stone' is a dementia drug. I don't know what the effects of 'light' and 'shadow' are. When I learn how to make medicine one day, can I use 'inspiration' to make smart drugs?"
Dorothy, who had already spent 80 pounds on the drugs, was ready to leave, but at this moment, Aldridge reminded her suddenly.
"By the way, Ms. Meshhos, I know you are too busy with the sacrament meeting every day to go to school, but I still want to remind you that if you don't want your final grades to be so bad that your parents will notice something wrong, you'd better not fall behind in your courses too much."
"Don't worry, sir. I have plenty of spare time to study on my own. You don't need to worry." Dorothy answered bluntly. Aldridge didn't know what kind of extraordinary person he was yet.
"Haha... It seems that Miss Meschos is very confident in her self-study ability. But I need to tell you that our school not only considers ordinary courses when calculating the final grades, but also an important practical score. If your score is zero, it will still affect your overall grade." Aldridge said with a smile. Dorothy was stunned when she heard his words.
"Huh? You don't know how to practice?"
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In the garden of St. Amanda's School, Dorothy, who had just come out of the basement, was walking there with a slightly depressed look on her face.
"Huh? You really have a practical class here? Didn't I lie to Greg about that? Is there such a thing as a practical class in this era?"
Dorothy never imagined that St. Amanda's actually had practical activities and even recorded the important achievements. According to a certain unscrupulous principal, this was a rule he made himself because he didn't want to cultivate nerds who only knew how to study.
"Huh... Fortunately, the practical performance report is not required until the end of the semester, so there is still enough time. Let's solve the problem at hand first."
Dorothy let out a long sigh and decided to ignore the matter for the time being and concentrate on dealing with the communion. While thinking this, she turned her gaze to the small paper bag in her hand.
With this thing, those guys will believe that they are corrupted.
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A few days later, in the morning, at Barnard’s used book collection store on White Pearl Street.
Old Clifford was looking at the account book at the counter when he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. When he turned around, he saw a white-haired girl entering the bookstore with a book in her arms.
"Hey, manager, I'm here to return a book." Looking at Clifford in front of her, Dorothy walked into the bookstore and said bluntly. Clifford's eyes lit up after seeing this scene, and then he immediately said.
"Oh...it turns out to be the lady from last time. Hmm...I wonder which books you have finished reading..."
"It's this one..." Without saying any more nonsense, Dorothy directly slapped the book on the counter in front of Clifford. It was a copy of "The Glorious Gospel".
"Oh, it turns out to be this book... Miss, what do you feel after reading this book?" Seeing the book on the counter, Clifford paused slightly, then looked at Dorothy with a playful look, while Dorothy spoke with a somewhat uneasy expression.
"Well... I want to ask you, manager, did you accidentally put some pages of other books in here..." As Dorothy said this, she took out a few pages of the book and put them on the counter. When Clifford saw the pages, he spoke with surprise.
"Ah! Turns out it's here. I thought I had lost it, but it turned out I accidentally put it in there. Oh, look at how careless I am. Anyway, thank you for returning it to me, miss. It's a very precious book."
As he put away the pages of the book, Clifford spoke with a tone of relief as if he had regained a treasure. After seeing this scene, Dorothy showed an expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Hmm... then, that..."
Seeing Dorothy's performance, Clifford narrowed his eyes, a hint of doubt appeared on his face, and then he spoke.
"Miss, do you want to say something?"
"Well... actually I want to ask, then, are there any... sequels to those few pages of the novel?" Dorothy asked with a nervous expression. Hearing Dorothy's words, a smug smile appeared on Clifford's lips.
'Oh! She has been affected by the poison!'
"Yes, yes, of course I have it. This "The Taste of Red" is my treasured collection. I collected it page by page. I didn't expect that you, young lady, would appreciate it."
Clifford said this with a smile, and then he continued to speak.
"It's rare to find a soulmate in this world. Since Miss Chen and I have such similar tastes, how about... I lend you the next few pages?"
"Really? That's too good to be true. Thank you, Manager!"
"Haha, you're welcome. There aren't many people in this world who appreciate it..."
As he spoke, Clifford took out a few pages of a book that he had prepared earlier from under the counter and handed them to Dorothy, who took them directly.
After that, Dorothy borrowed two more normal books, thanked Clifford and left the bookstore. Looking at Dorothy's back as she left, the smile on Clifford's face looked more sinister.
Dorothy walked out of the bookstore, holding the pages of the book in her hand, with a similar smile on her face.
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Over the next week, Dorothy went to Clifford's bookstore every few days to borrow books, and each time Clifford would give her some pages of the secret book, and each time more than the last. After several trips, Dorothy finally finished reading the secret book "The Taste of Red". Because "cup" was also an important spirituality for Dorothy, Dorothy chose to directly extract the spirituality from the secret book for accumulation, and obtained a total of 3 "cups" and 1 "inspiration".
Currently, Dorothy's spiritual reserves are 6 points of "Inspiration", 8 points of "Cup", 4 points of "Shadow", 1 point of "Silence", 1 point of "Stone", 50 pounds, of which 5 points of "Inspiration" are blue bars that can be restored.
During her contact with Clifford, Dorothy deliberately showed that she was becoming more and more obsessed with the contents of the secret teachings and the knowledge of the "Cup", which made Clifford feel that the time had come.
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One afternoon, in Clifford's bookstore, Dorothy sat in front of the counter, looking a little dazed, while Clifford, who was sitting in front of her, looked at the last page of the book that was returned to him and said with a smile.
"How do you feel? Miss Meshhos, can you share your thoughts after reading "The Taste of Red"? How about we share our thoughts with fellow book friends?"
"Hmm... experience? It feels... very wonderful, a kind of indescribable wonder. I hope to continue reading, but it just ends like this, ends... I want to know what the next wine tastes like, but why don't I continue writing..."
With a dazed look on her face, Dorothy looked at the page in front of her and spoke slowly. Seeing her reaction, Clifford laughed even harder. He knew it was time to take a step closer.
"What will the next glass of wine taste like...ah...this is indeed the suspense left at the end of the book. After reading it, it really makes people imagine and can't stop. I understand your feelings now, because I have experienced it before. After reading the book, I really want to know what the wine in the book tastes like, and I even went a step further. I wanted to taste that taste myself, and fortunately, I finally found it..."
As he spoke, Clifford picked up a teapot on the counter, poured a cup of steaming hot black tea, and handed it to Dorothy.
"Ms. Meshhaus, don't you want to taste it yourself, rather than what you see in the book?"
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