"Since Lyon has already succeeded, why doesn't he come over in person?" Fang Yuanyuan frowned, seemingly puzzled.
“That strange person has always acted so strangely. I will go there myself and bring the magic potion to my master.”
Knowing that Mott and Lyon had always been at odds, Fang Yuanyuan said helplessly, "I'm naturally at ease with you going. He's done a good job this time, so don't target him."
Mott respectfully agreed and turned to walk towards the laboratory.
There weren't many people in the lab, partly because Leon disliked noise, and partly because Mott was confident in his defenses.
Upon entering the laboratory, Mott did not see Leon; only a few guards stood at the entrance.
"Lord Mott."
"Where is he? Wasn't it said he had already succeeded?"
The guard cautiously replied, "Lord Lyon is feeling a bit weak after the successful experiment and is resting inside. He ordered us to keep a close watch on the laboratory and that he will wake up soon. No one is allowed to come in except Lord Fang, because he said he wants to personally deliver the magic potion to Lord Fang."
"What if I insist on going in?"
"This..." The guard hesitated. "You are the person Lord Fang trusts most, so of course you can." Compared to Lord Lyon, this Lord Mott is truly not someone to be trifled with.
The former might kill you, the latter makes life worse than death.
Cold sweat poured down the guard's forehead. How did he end up in this job? He was doomed no matter what.
The guard's words pleased Mott, who was in a rare good mood. He would be even happier if he could make Leon unhappy.
"We are here to retrieve the magic potion on Lord Fang's orders. If Lyon blames you, just say that Lord Fang gave you permission. I will protect your lives."
"Thank you, Lord Mott." The guards were overjoyed and did not hinder Mott's entry in the slightest.
Upon opening the lab door, Mott saw Leon fast asleep on a makeshift bed, with a bottle of potion brimming with red magic on the table beside him.
Even before Mott got close, he could sense the powerful energy contained within the magic potion.
He walked straight up and saw that Lyon was pale and had dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't rested in a long time.
He reached out his hand; the magic bottle contained Leon's poison.
"Hmph, a mere trick." Others may fear his poison, but he, a necromancer, is not.
Because of the poison on the bottle, the slight unease Mott had felt vanished. He turned and left with the bottle, making no attempt to wake Leon.
After Mott had been gone for a long time, a door to the laboratory suddenly opened, and a man in a white coat walked out. It was Liu Tingxue, dressed as Leon.
She glanced at Leon, who was still fast asleep, and couldn't help but sneer, "You've made the most of this guy, haven't you?"
From Leon's memories, she knew that Leon had always been unconvinced by Mott, believing that he had only used sweet words to deceive Fang Yuanyuan.
Lyon didn't have any master-servant relationship with Fang Yuanyuan; it was just a matter of mutual benefit.
However, due to his natural status as a divine servant, he can follow Fang Yuanyuan's arrangements, but that does not mean he can be ordered around by other divine servants.
And Mott was the one giving orders. In Lyon's view, Mott only acted like a master because of Fang Yuanyuan's favor.
To put it bluntly, everyone is in a subordinate position, so why should you be superior?
Therefore, the two were always secretly competing with each other in their daily interactions.
Of course, in Liu Tingxue's opinion, this was just Lyon being stubborn and unwilling to accept defeat; Mott didn't take him seriously at all.
As time went on, Mott stopped bothering with him, and the two of them rarely saw each other anyway.
Moreover, Liu Tingxue had a strange feeling about Mote. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but something just felt off.
Unable to understand, she stopped thinking about it. After learning about the relationship between the two, Liu Tingxue decided to use this information to avoid meeting Fang Yuanyuan.
Several days ago, she began her "training the eagle" plan. By the way, she learned the term "training the eagle" from An Ge. The object of her training was, of course, the real Lyon.
After keeping Leon awake for several days, give him a sleeping pill to create the illusion that he is too exhausted to report to Fang Yuanyuan immediately, but does not want to lose the opportunity to donate the medicine.
Finally, Liu Tingxue applied some of the potions that Leon had once made to the magic bottle.
The whole thing seems absurd, but Leon's character makes the absurd seem normal.
Mott might have had a slight suspicion, but to outsiders, the magic potion seemed perfectly fine. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he wouldn't delay the delivery of the magic potion because of this slight suspicion.
"An Xiaoge, I've handed over the magic potion. If all goes well, I should be able to go back today." Liu Tingxue took out her holographic ring to report the progress.
"Okay, if you need any help, please let us know immediately." An Ge breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Liu Tingxue's words.
Although it is unknown how Liu Tingxue avoided meeting Fang Yuanyuan, the matter is half successful, and all that remains is for Fang Yuanyuan to take the medicine.
After finishing her call with An Ge, Liu Tingxue glanced at Leon, who was sleeping like a log, and silently curled the corners of her lips.
It seems quite reasonable that a physically weak mage would succumb to exhaustion and die from overwork.
But now is not the time to kill him. Leon's death must wait until they are all safe.
Making someone die slowly, that's no problem for her.
While Liu Tingxue was pondering how to deal with Lyon, Mote returned to the palace with the medicine.
Fang Yuanyuan looked at the medicine in Mote's hand, her heart pounding with excitement.
"Give it to me quickly." After this, she will be able to integrate the advantages of various races and clearly understand their disadvantages. Unifying the plane will only be a matter of time.
"My master, please take a look at this potion. Is it really alright?" Mott was naturally suspicious, and even though his previous doubts had been dispelled, he dared not be careless in the slightest.
Why would you ask that? Are you doubting Lyon?
"No, I'm just worried about my master."
Fang Yuanyuan smiled, touched. "You're overthinking it. Although Lyon doesn't get along with you and isn't always polite to me, he would never harm me. Besides, the energy fluctuations of this potion are the same as before, or even stronger, which is exactly what I need."
Mott seemed relieved. "That's good. Please forgive my suspicion, but when it comes to the master's safety, no amount of caution is too much."
"Mote, you're so good to me." Fang Yuanyuan looked at Mote with a hint of coquetry. Although Mote's appearance wasn't her type, as her divine servant, she could give him some of her love.
"By the way, why isn't Leon here?" Leon shouldn't just hand over something so important.
Mott told the truth: he had never taken Lyon seriously, and there was no question of him vying for favor.
Besides, Lyon's contributions are undeniable, there's no need to hide them.
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