Chapter 24 Drink it, and everything will be alright, Talos...
Talos immediately stood up and said in a serious tone, "Get the other brothers away from the infirmary immediately."
After saying that, he immediately rushed to the infirmary. Their pheromone medication had run out completely, and if the sedatives couldn't control it... he would have to end it all himself.
"Captain, you worm!" The crew member hesitated for a moment, holding the box, but immediately followed.
Talos ran as fast as he could, heading straight for the infirmary.
"How is Doris doing?"
The ship's doctor shook his head at Talos, "No, it's completely out of control."
At the same time, there was a loud banging on the door. Losing control of the mental domain is extremely dangerous, so each medical room is equipped with a sealed space to prevent loss of control.
However, generally speaking, if the situation is so serious that it requires confinement to a closed room, it is already beyond saving.
Talos clenched his fists, his eyes turning slightly red.
After an unknown amount of time, the sounds inside gradually subsided. The door opened, revealing alloy walls covered with various sharp scratches and bloody fist marks. Doris was sitting in the corner of the room, head bowed, seemingly exhausted.
"Doris..."
Taros said with difficulty.
Doris, who seemed to be breathing very weakly, suddenly raised his head, grinned, and said "surprise," which startled Talos so much that his eyes widened and his antennae sprang up straight.
"Haha, scared you, huh? It's not easy to see you like this."
Although Doris returned to her weakened state after saying those words, her smug smile remained unchanged.
Talos really wanted to punch him, but he kept telling himself that he was a worm... he was a worm... and that's how he managed to hold back.
Doris leaned against the corner of the wall, and even though the veins on his forehead were almost bulging out, he still managed to force a smile and said, "Hey, don't be sad for me. It's already pretty good. I didn't expect to live for another two years. Talos, please see me off on my final journey."
"you……"
Talos opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. The atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed because of the joke, suddenly became heavy again.
Doris and he had been inseparable since the founding of the Pure White Pirates, their bond stronger than brothers. He had long regarded him as a younger brother, but now he was about to end his life with his own hands. How could he possibly do it?
Looking at him, Talos thought of the other brothers who had left with smiles like this before. They had also casually asked him to see them off on their final journey. His hands clenched tightly, and for some reason, a fire welled up in his heart.
Damn it, damn the crimson, damn it out of control.
Why, why must female insects suffer such a fate?
Doris, on the contrary, looked relaxed. This day had come sooner than he had expected, but he had been prepared for it for a long time. It was just that Talos would be sad for a while. "Come on, hesitating is not like the Talos I know."
Talos said, enunciating each word clearly, "I really want to punch you."
Every insect did the same thing, casually uttering the cruelest words to him before leaving, leaving him behind.
Just then, heavy footsteps approached from afar. The burly crew member, panting heavily, finally arrived, carrying a box. The energy elevators leading upwards were completely full, and he had climbed up one floor at a time. "Captain, Captain, how is Doris the Worm?"
Talos paused, then looked at him and stared intently at the box in his arms.
Yes, there's still medicine, there's still hope. He felt as if he had grasped a lifeline, or perhaps he just wanted to buy some time.
Talos said to Doris, "Actually, I recently found a pheromone potion... give it a try."
"..."
Doris tilted her head, looked closely at Talos's face, and smiled. "Okay."
He knew that Talos never trusted these swindlers selling fake medicine, and he also knew that there wasn't a single pheromone drug left on the ship.
Doris picked up the bottle containing the clear liquid, uncorked it, and suddenly smiled—a genuine, satisfied smile. "Talos, meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in this life."
Many insects present had tears in their eyes. The second mate was a good insect. Many of them were actually rescued and brought back to the ship. They were of low rank and orphans without protection. On many planets, they could only serve as food for the insects.
They thought they would die quietly like that for the rest of their lives, until they came to Pure White, where they truly began to have life, and all of this was brought to them by Captain Bug and Second Officer Bug.
At this moment, everyone knew that the medicine was unlikely to work, and everyone knew that it was just a delaying tactic. Yet, for a moment now, all the insects hoped that the medicine was real.
But how could that be possible?
Talos gathered his power, watching Doris drink the vial of clear liquid, waiting for him to completely lose control, and then... bury his own brother with his own hands.
"..."
"..."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
A few minutes passed, and Doris seemed to have frozen into a stone. At first, he covered his mouth and gagged a few times, and then he remained bent over, looking like he was on the verge of death.
However, this was completely different from the out-of-control scenes Talos had seen. It didn't seem like a complete loss of control, nor did it have any worse reactions. Could there be nausea symptoms when things get out of control now?
Talos couldn't see the situation clearly anymore.
After a long while, seemingly finally regaining her senses, Doris looked up, clutching the potion bottle, her eyes glazed and her expression dazed. "Um... Talos... ugh... I think my head doesn't hurt anymore, but could you get me some water? I feel a little nauseous... ugh..."
Before he could finish speaking, he started gagging as if he could no longer hold it in. To be honest, the taste was even more pungent than the bread he used to pick up from swill when he was a child, and it almost made him disappear.
Talos frowned deeply, wondering if something was wrong or not. Nevertheless, he quickly had the insects bring over the water.
etc……
What's this?
Talos's expression turned to astonishment as he stared at both the vial and Doris. Doris, thinking Talos was frightened by his reaction, was about to make a joke when the crew shouted out what their captain, the worm, was about to say.
"Second mate, Big Bug, why has your whole bug turned blue?!"
"What?!"
Chaos ensued. The ship's doctor was rushed over by express courier. He was about to huddle in a corner and wail in pain for half a day when he saw the energetic Doris. He was so shocked that his antennae stood on end.
He quickly had Doris lie down in the medical pod for a further thorough examination. Although he didn't know what Doris had eaten, his mental state problems had been accumulating for a long time, making it hard for the insect not to think that this was a final burst of energy before death.
The onlookers stared nervously at the screen of the medical pod. Normal, normal, still normal, as if the string of data that had just been on the verge of a red threshold was fake.
Finally, after three scans in the medical bay, the ship's doctor was surprised to confirm that Doris's mental domain was completely stable. It was not a final burst of energy before death, nor an illusion; it was even more effective than the male insect pheromones used before. As for the blue skin, it seemed to be just some kind of side effect that would fade naturally over time.
Talos quickly calmed down from his shock and realized that there was something more urgent. This potion was undoubtedly the way out of their predicament. He immediately said to the big crew member, "The potion is effective, but I remember that the instructions said that the effect only lasts for one month. Quick, check if it can still be bought now."
"yes!"
Unfortunately, when they opened the website, they could only see that the products were sold out and they were waiting for notification to be restocked.
Fortunately, the seller did not cancel the account. Talos immediately ordered his men to leave messages on the account every day to get the next batch of information as soon as possible. If the potion was stable and effective, then many of the brothers on the ship would be saved.
After giving his instructions, Talos looked at Doris, who was grinning and observing her blue skin in the mirror. The frustration he had been feeling these past few days finally dissipated a little. "Luckily, we managed to get three bottles back then. Doris, we need to get an efficacy report on this medicine. You'll be the one to write it."
"Huh?" Doris made a face. His handsome face looked somewhat comical against his blue skin. He hated writing reports the most.
A few bursts of laughter immediately filled the air, and the tense atmosphere on the ship, which had been tense for almost a month, finally eased up again.
...
Murphy turned on his personal computer, and a long string of messages popped up: Rodney and Daniel had pulled a three-in-one swarm.
Daniel: Hooray! [Sprinkling flowers] Our three-insect group actually has an A-grade male insect! The three of us are really amazing.
Rodney: Congratulations! [Sprinkling flowers]
Daniel: Shall we send a red envelope to celebrate?
Murphy: ...Thanks, get lost.
Daniel: That's so heartless.
Rodney: I've already experienced his stinginess firsthand; you see, I didn't even mention the red envelope.
Murphy: You get out too.
Daniel: Hahahaha.
...
When Mofi switched systems and opened the dark web, 9999+ messages popped up instantly. Upon closer inspection, they were all from the same few bugs who kept refreshing the page every day, as if afraid he wouldn't be online or wouldn't see them when he was online.
Another difference is that the previous account only had a few cold, impersonal orders, but now it has a lot of warm balance.
However, he remembered that since this batch of potions was experimental, he had given them away for free before, so how could there be any income?
At this moment, seemingly noticing that he had finally come online, even more messages poured out, causing the old basic version of Mofiel's computer to lag just from the text alone, as if these bugs didn't have to do anything all day and were just waiting for him every moment.
Murphy randomly clicked on one.
"Hello, boss. Your potion is very effective. Here are some additional star coins for you. Will you continue to sell it?"
"Hello, sir. Do you still have pheromone bottles in stock? Is the supply stable? Regardless of whether it's available or not, I'm willing to pay 10,000 star coins per bottle. Please accept this small token of my appreciation."
A bottle of ordinary male insect pheromones costs around 5,000 star coins, while high-grade male insect pheromones sell for 10,000+. It seems that removing one material did not affect the effect.
However, the level of these Starry Sky Beast Cores is still too low, and the effect is not the best.
Because he received so many private messages, his old personal computer looked like it was about to crash after he'd only read two, so he turned off private messages and added a unified reply to the product listings.
[Stable supply, once every two weeks, 100 bottles each time, limited to one bottle per account, 500 Star Coins per bottle, fixed time on the 1st and 15th at 19:00, first come, first served.]
At this moment, many buyers were worried that the boss had quit the website because they suddenly couldn't send private messages. As soon as he posted this, the comment section below exploded.
What's the difference between a bottle costing 500 Star Coins and being given away for free? You know, even the most basic male pheromone costs 3000 Star Coins per bottle, and the effect isn't even that good. Is the boss doing charity?
The quantity is still too small, only 100 bottles. You have to know that there are hundreds of millions of female insects in just one Federation. Luckily, we found that the boss didn't have many insects, otherwise we would have fought tooth and nail for them.
Immediately, a string of "Thank you, boss!" and "Boss is so generous!" flooded the comments section, determined to show their unwavering loyalty to their boss.
Perhaps because there were too many praising comments, some clueless passerby came in, with a rich man's gold frame on his head.
[These scammers even have phishing accounts? Are they all stupid?]
The replies jump very quickly.
Yes, yes, I'm just trying it out, I can't help it, I'm a gambler.
Me too, I bought it just for fun. If you don't need to gamble, definitely don't buy it.
[Rich guy, this 500-yuan-a-bottle stuff isn't worth your status. Seriously, I suggest you don't try it.]
Several accounts that had already purchased the product rushed to discourage onlookers from buying it. There was no other way; 100 bottles were too few, and there weren't enough for all of them. Of course, the fewer bugs there were to grab, the better.
...That sounds so mysterious.
The rich guy was thinking to himself that something was wrong. Could he have encountered a shill who was saying the opposite of what he meant, just to entice curious traitors like him to place an order?
Just then, the time came, and 100 bottles were instantly put on the shelves. He subconsciously clicked and managed to grab one, but almost instantly, the item turned gray and showed as unavailable.
The rich guy was a bit confused. Was this merchant really willing to hire shills? 100 bottles were sold out in an instant.
He was hesitating whether to cancel or not when the butler knocked on the door and came in. He quickly logged out of the dark web.
"What's the matter?"
"What? My brother came home today?!" The blond, blue-eyed boy's eyes lit up when he heard the butler's message, and he ran out quickly to greet him.
As for the order he just placed, he thought, "Forget it, it's only 500 star coins, not even enough for breakfast." He quickly put the matter out of his mind.
Rewinding to a few minutes earlier, Murphy finally managed to clear up the private messages and begin organizing the trial feedback reports from the accounts. Most of them followed the template he'd requested. Ignoring the lengthy expressions of gratitude, he went straight to the conclusions—
The mental domain has stabilized, and the impulses that were on the verge of getting out of control have all disappeared. There are only some minor side effects, such as the pupils turning red, the hair turning green, the whole body turning blue, and the wings not being able to be retracted for the time being. However, the side effects do not last long, at most 15 minutes, which is negligible compared to the calming effect of the pheromone bottle.
In addition, there were several other orders with comments written by insects at the bottom, such as "the taste is too disgusting, like gutter water," and "I hope it can be improved. Of course, it's still drinkable even if it's not improved," and so on.
Murphy stroked his chin.
Overall, all 10 bottles he sent out and 10 test results showed excellent effects, with no serious side effects—normal reactions that occur with magical potions. This demonstrates that his technique remains consistently excellent.
Moreover, knowing the side effects would allow him to make targeted improvements. He couldn't bear to see his wife drinking something so unpleasant, especially not one that would turn her hair green.
As for what happened after I finished making my wife's potion...
Murphy looked at the large pot in the laboratory. The herbs, after being boiled for a long time, were gradually emitting a rich aroma and were almost transparent in color.
One pot can yield a lot of medicine, which, if sold, could solve the problem of the family's savings running out.
He had promised his wife he would buy her the biggest and brightest computer so she wouldn't think he was a useless male, and then he took out his dowry card to supplement the family income.
When the time came, Morpheus put the pheromone potion back on the shelves, priced at 500 star coins per bottle, with a quantity of 100. It sold out in less than a second after being released, a stark contrast to the previous lack of interest from insects.
At the same time, his private messages started ringing again, all of them were people crying and complaining about not being able to get the items.
"Boss, you don't have this much stock, do you? You must have more, right?"
"Boss, I apologize for my previous rudeness. Please treat it as feeding the chickens and give me a larger portion. Cluck cluck, cluck cluck."
...
Murphy's eyes hurt from the noise of their messages, so he quickly added a note: "[Note: Only those near death are allowed to send private messages with medical records and videos; all other private messages will be blocked and prohibited from purchase.]"
The message had been sent, and the private messages went silent instantly, behaving themselves like ghosts. Murphy ruthlessly closed the page and instead took out a beast core from the shelf, the one with the most intense color and luster. This was the highest-grade beast core in his collection.
Now, I can finally brew the super luxurious, super long-lasting, side-effect-free magic potion for my wife without worry. I can't wait to see her swoon over his handsomeness, hehe.
...
Second floor, Attiya's room.
Atia sat on the bed like an insect, and although Murphy had been trying to comfort him all day, he still felt that something was wrong.
He hesitated for a moment, then spread his wings and slowly felt around. Sure enough, he found some dried bloodstains on the edge of his wings. The smell was very familiar, so familiar that he dared not think too much about it.
Why?
Atiyah pressed his head. Had he lost control last night? Why couldn't he remember anything?
And then there are the dreams he's had these past few days. The dreams feel more and more real to him. Several times at night, he wakes up in a fright, still feeling powerless from the dream of losing all his friends.
Moreover, the Murphy in the dream is very different from the real Murphy, including his personality and everything he has done so far. Is it because dreams are always the opposite?
He had a premonition that he would soon know the whole truth about the dream.
...
At the Male Insect Protection Association, Bennett, flattered by several insects, took the vice-chairman's seat, second only to the president.
"You're too kind, everyone. It's really just a small suggestion, but I'll offer it as a starting point."
Bennett said in a humorous tone, "Although the hospital's pheromone detection equipment can now achieve nearly 100% accuracy, we still cannot guarantee that we can measure your true pheromone levels."
"After all, everyone knows that even a promotion of one level is very important, so some people... will do some strange little tricks in the process."
"For example, insect pheromone disguise agents are not without precedent. Although they were all around C-grade, they were discovered and dealt with by you all in time. But who knows, some genius from somewhere might accidentally create a new product that can disguise A-grade pheromones."
"If that's the case, then the previous method of getting results on the same day was flawed. And as we all know, no matter what kind of medicine it is, it will gradually lose its effectiveness over time."
Bennett offered his idea: "So I propose that all of you who are about to undergo adult testing be gathered together and managed by the Male Insect Protection Association for a week. During this period, basic data will be tested every day to check for any abnormalities, and a centralized test will be conducted on the last day. In this way, all your tricks will have nowhere to hide."
The members listened and nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, they immediately began to discuss among themselves, creating a lively atmosphere.
The president complimented, "Your Excellency Bennett, you truly are His Excellency the President's most outstanding student. We will certainly give your proposal careful consideration."
...
A new day.
Murphy woke up from his sleep and instinctively turned his head to look. The scene of waking up yesterday with his wife in his arms did not repeat itself. What a pity.
His head still throbbed slightly. Last night, he purified two high-level beast cores in one go. The higher the level of the beast core, the more concentrated, larger, and more active the energy inside. If the violent aura wasn't dealt with, it could very well ruin the effect of the soothing potion.
He prepared two in advance in case the first one failed. Fortunately, his skills hadn't deteriorated, and the first one was successful. However, the higher the level of the beast core, the longer it would take to cook. All that was left was to wait.
He took out the remaining high-grade beast core, which was a pure, light purple color, much like Atia's eyes. He secretly kept this one, thinking he might be able to use it as a gift for Atia.
Afterwards, Murphy went to school as usual. Today was his compulsory class. Unexpectedly, when he entered the classroom, both Daniel and Rodney were there, as if they were waiting for him.
The two insects looked as if something bad had happened, and it was about him. When they saw him appear, they both breathed a sigh of relief. "You've finally come."
"What's wrong?" Murphy asked, puzzled.
Daniel said, "I tried to message you this morning, but I couldn't get through. Are you alright?"
Upon hearing this, Murphy turned on his personal computer, only to find that it was choppy and stuck like a PowerPoint presentation. He patted it with his hand, but it was still the same. Could it be that he couldn't handle the 9999+ messages from yesterday?
"You..." Rodney hesitated, "I thought you quit the internet because of what was said online, so I came to check on you early this morning. I didn't expect it was your old personal computer that finally broke down."
Daniel was also stunned for a moment. "Now I understand why you were tutoring Rodney when we first met. Bro, you've really gone through a lot."
"So what happened?" Murphy asked.
Rodney wrinkled his nose. "It's nothing serious. Some A-grade male insects publicly stated that they don't acknowledge you as A-grade, and many other insects echoed them. I was worried that you might feel uncomfortable seeing this. I think they're just jealous that you became A-grade."
After hearing Rodney's explanation, Murphy finally learned about the matter. However, it didn't matter whether he found out sooner or later; it was just a basic maneuver after breaking through the defense, something he had seen many times before.
Murphy said, "I understand."
Rodney, seeing that Murphy didn't react at all, asked in surprise, "I thought you'd be angry if you found out?"
Murphy raised an eyebrow and said, "Why should I be angry? Would you be angry during a circus performance? Even though their performance wasn't great, I didn't buy a ticket. You should show some respect to those who are getting something for free."
Rodney gave him a thumbs up. "You're amazing. Your mentality is incredible. I think I should learn from you."
Of course, what Murphy didn't say was that not being angry didn't mean not caring. He never approved of letting other insects provoke him, thinking that he could just say he didn't care and let it go, while allowing the clown to keep jumping up and down and hurting his friend's breast tissue. His friend's breast tissue was still breast tissue.
On the contrary, his favorite storyline is one where the Joker breaks down and becomes the real Joker in the public eye, making his friends laugh.
Anyone can cause trouble.
Central Star has been too peaceful for too long; it needs some fun to be in the air.
At this moment, several male insects walked in from outside the classroom. They were all dressed quite elegantly, though the brands were not discernible. Although they tried to keep a low profile, their arrogance was still evident. They looked around the classroom and then went straight to the only black-haired, black-eyed insect, Morpheus. "You must be Morpheus?"
"His Excellency Bennett asked us to tell you that he will give you a chance to tell the truth before the centralized testing. After all, His Excellency Bennett has always been merciful to those who have followed him."
However, after they finished speaking, they did not receive the response they wanted. In fact, they received no response at all. The three insect groups continued chatting on their own, as if they didn't exist.
The leading male insect frowned and emphasized again, "...Did you hear me?"
In the end, there was still no solution; the few insects standing there seemed to be separated from Murphy by a barrier.
The other male insects chatting in twos and threes nearby also noticed the scene and turned their gazes over, making the several high-ranking male insects, who were used to being flattered, feel very uncomfortable.
One of the more impulsive male insects standing to the side suppressed his anger and said, "Don't go too far! We've been talking to you nicely. You can ignore us, but at least give us a response."
At this moment, Murphy finally turned his head and glanced at them with an air of condescension, but his words made the insects jump up and down in anger.
"Does a dog have to respond when it barks at me?"
This sentence stirred up a hornet's nest, and the expressions of several insects changed instantly.
"you!"
Only the leader remained calm, saying, "Forget it, don't bother with him. What kind of upbringing can a bug from a garbage planet have?"
Murphy chuckled and added, "Yes, generations of servants have taught them to be well-mannered, but unfortunately I'm free-spirited and don't like being a dog."
Who are you calling a dog?
Seeing that the other insects really wanted to bite him, the leading male insect quickly took control of the situation and said, "We have delivered Lord Bennett's message and given all the advice we could. If you don't want to be embarrassed and exposed in public, you should honestly confess first. Lord Bennett will not pursue the matter further. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences yourself. That's all we have to say."
As soon as he finished speaking, seemingly afraid that Murphy would once again say something shocking, he turned and left with a few insects, walking slightly faster, as if afraid of being chased.
Rodney and the other two insects originally wanted to speak up for Murphy, but they didn't expect him to be so adept at handling one against two, truly a role model for us all.
As they were thinking this, suddenly, all the insects heard a loud "bang." The leading male insect, who was walking out, somehow tripped and fell heavily to the ground. The insects following behind him, too angry to notice immediately, also fell to the ground one after another.
Because the way they fell was so comical, several male insects watching couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although they quickly stopped, it was a huge humiliation for the male insects who fell flat on their faces in public.
Their faces turned red to the roots of their necks. They wanted to get angry, but didn't know who to glare at, so they could only glare at the maniac a few times before quickly leaving.
Rodney was the one who laughed the loudest. "I'm dying of laughter! It's like God has opened his eyes. They've successfully pleased me. I can eat two extra bowls of rice tonight."
Daniel clicked his tongue and said, "As expected, evil deeds are punished. This retribution came at just the right time. It feels great. It's perfect for my new drama."
Murphy didn't speak, but merely curled the corners of his lips, and the spiritual tentacles behind him swayed, concealing his merits and fame.
As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, but he is not a gentleman. He usually takes revenge on the spot if he has a grudge, and if he doesn't, he can wait and see.
"Who are they? Do you recognize them?" Murphy said. "I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy whenever I see them."
Rodney asked in surprise, "You don't recognize them? It seems your amnesia is quite severe."
Daniel's interest was piqued by his words. "What do you know? I only know that they've been following Bennett all along, but I don't know the specifics."
Rodney glanced at Murphy, scratched his head, and said, "Actually, I was at the banquet when the Attia incident happened. These male insects are the ones that were reported to be injured back then."
Upon hearing his words, Murphy immediately recalled the report Daniel had told him, in which Atia was forced to become Bennett's slave because of the out-of-control banquet incident.
Daniel asked the question he wanted to ask, "You actually qualified to attend that banquet? You're quite the expert. But what's with that expression? Is there something going on?"
Rodney scratched his face, inadvertently revealing a bit of his family background. "My family is quite wealthy. It was a coincidence that I was able to attend this banquet, but I don't know why Attia was there."
As he spoke, he frowned and said, "But I saw it on the spot. These poor, injured high-ranking males, who were described in such glowing terms in the reports, were actually not seriously injured. They just had a few scratches. In my opinion, they deserved it."
But for some reason, they insisted on being hospitalized, claiming they were in pain, their legs were broken, and that if Atia wasn't punished, they would sue the Male Insect Protection Association online for inaction. Because they were all Grade A males, the Male Insect Protection Association, in addition to imprisonment, also punished Atia with caning.
When Murphy heard him mention this, he immediately thought of the injuries on Atia's body when he first transmigrated. At that time, Atia even had a mark on the side of his face, from which blood would occasionally seep out, indicating that he did not receive treatment when he was imprisoned.
"What exactly happened at the banquet?" Murphy pressed, his face somewhat cold.
"What else could it be? These insects tried to tease the insects but failed, so they used some tricks. Atia's mental strength was already unstable, and when he was attracted by the pheromones of these insects, he lost his mind."
"But he didn't actually hurt any insects. I was there at the time. Except for the table that was overturned at the beginning, which caused the champagne tower to fall over, so I think the shards must have scratched them. Anyway, I think they got what they deserved." Rodney wrinkled his nose, genuinely sympathizing with Attia.
Murphy snorted coldly. So this was the truth. The Male Insect Protection Association and the high-level male insect snakes and rats were in cahoots. Their methods of concealment were quite adept. He wondered how many times they had used this trick to deal with female insects.
Murphy said, "Okay, I understand."
It seems he's been too lax lately, only remembering to punish Clark, but not realizing he should punish them too. He suddenly regretted letting them go after they tripped and fell.
Fortunately, it wasn't too late to find out.
Daniel looked at his expression and, having spent some time with him, understood that he genuinely liked Atia, so he patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
Murphy took a step back. "Thank you, but don't get too close. What if my Atia keeps smelling other male insects on me and mistakenly thinks I like male insects?"
Daniel withdrew his hand. "...I don't appreciate the good intentions of a good insect. I'm heartbroken, truly heartbroken."
This little episode, with its humorous twists and turns, is now over.
Murphy suddenly thought of a question, "Oh right, there's another question I'd like to ask you."
Daniel said in a strange tone, "Oh, when did you start speaking so politely?"
Rodney said definitively, "It's definitely about Attia."
Murphy chuckled. "You guys know me so well after just a few days? Well, it's true. It's just that when I comb Atia's hair and stroke his head, I always feel like he'll suddenly tremble. Is this some kind of aftereffect of the riots?"
Murphy loved to comb Attia's hair, but he always felt that Attia's body would stiffen when he touched the top of her head, and sometimes she would even tremble.
He expected a professional explanation, but instead saw Rodney and Daniel looking at him with unreadable expressions.
Rodney said, "What can I say about you?"
Daniel said, "Playing the rogue without realizing it?"
The two of them were surprisingly in sync today.
Murphy retorted, "What do you mean by being a hooligan? That's my wife, it's only natural to pat her head."
Rodney said, "Oh right, right, didn't you know that the female insect's antennae are very sensitive?"
"?"
For a moment, Murphy's mind went blank. "Antennae?!"
Daniel said incredulously, "Don't you notice that two of your hairs are particularly thick and strange when you comb them?" This is common sense, the most basic thing in the world.
"ah?"
A knowledge gap was suddenly filled.
Murphy seemed to have heard the term in a class, but he had never associated it with Attia.
So, was he just being a pervert every time he combed Attiya's hair before?
...
A few days later.
"I'm back."
Murphy always says this when he comes home.
At this moment, Atiya was asleep on the tatami mat by the French windows, the sunlight shining on him as if gently draping him in a layer of golden light.
Hearing the noise, Atia's eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes groggily, but only for a moment before her mind cleared. Every time, Murphy felt it was a pity, because Atia looked especially well-behaved when she was still half asleep and had just woken up, and it must have been very comfortable to hold her.
Murphy walked up to Attia, squatted down, and said with a smile, "I brought you a gift today, guess what it is?"
Atia thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he couldn't guess.
Murphy knew that was just his nature, so he didn't beat around the bush anymore.
Murphy grasped his hand and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Atiyah was puzzled, but still replied, "I believe you."
Murphy smiled contentedly. He knew Attiyah would say that, but he still wanted to hear it again.
Murphy opened Attia's right hand, palm up, and placed a warm vial of medicine in Attia's palm. "Drink this, and everything will be alright."
He carried the semi-finished potion with him today, ensuring that he continuously used his mental energy to accelerate the potion's condensation process and refine it further. Although the fatigue caused by his mental energy gave him a throbbing headache, he still couldn't wait to bring the finished potion over.
Mophiel specially added other non-toxic auxiliary materials to Atia's pheromone potion to adjust the flavor and minimize side effects, making it a delicious version unique to Atia.
He was thrilled; his wife was finally going to see his handsome face.
Atiyah didn't ask or hesitate, and drank the potion in one gulp. It was light and sweet, like sparkling water. He didn't feel anything after drinking it and just thought it was a joke by Murphy.
So after finishing his drink, he wanted to stand up and have dinner with Murphy as usual.
But then, he felt a warm current surge through his blood, a gentle, soothing aura washing over his entire body. This aura bypassed the insect core and went straight to his mental domain. The restless mental filaments calmed down under the soothing aura and even slowly and spontaneously returned to their proper places.
This drug felt different from holding Mophiel, and it was also different from the male insect pheromone drug. It wasn't a temporary sense of calm, but rather like gentle water, slowly soothing his constantly surging mental threads, and then making them sink into the water, achieving eternal peace.
The unfamiliar feeling made Atia subconsciously reach out and clench his fist on Mophiel's hand. As his mental domain was restored, his eyes slowly began to see a faint light in the darkness.
Murphy took Atiya's outstretched hand in one hand and covered Atiya's eyes with the other, saying softly, "Take your time, there's no rush."
After an unknown amount of time, Atia's eyes adjusted to the faint light, and as Mephiel removed his hand from her eyes, Atia slowly opened them.
At first, everything was blurry; he could only see a pair of smiling eyes looking at him intently. It wasn't until a while later that he finally saw Murphy's full appearance.
He was very tall, with black hair and black eyes, the edges of his pupils faintly showing golden sunburst patterns. His features were handsome and three-dimensional, with smooth and sharp lines, and his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held a smile and gentleness.
It was unlike any other male insect he had ever seen.
Murphy took Attiyah's hand, which had been holding his, and kissed it respectfully. "Hello, Major General Tiger, I am Murphy."
...
"The medicine has been delivered to Attiyah the Great."
"Well done."
"Are you... alright?"
"..."
Rupert suddenly burst into the office with a grim face. Palmer quickly cut off the communication. "Palmer, the commander of the parachuted legion has been confirmed. It's the deputy commander of the Twilight Legion next door."
Before Palmer could speak, Rupert fired off a barrage of questions, "The two legions have always been at odds. What does Your Excellency mean by this? Are you suggesting that the Twilight Legion allow the Dawn Legion to annex it?"
Upon hearing this, Palmer's expression also darkened. "It seems that our civilian legion, which has lost its commander and has no background, has become a hot commodity. Some worms can't resist coming to reap the benefits."
Just then, another soldier ran in from outside the office. "Lieutenant Tiger, this new guy is too arrogant. He actually said that there will be a rotation war for the next three days, and we have to go up one by one. Whoever beats him will be the new legion commander."
"But everyone knows that most of our brothers are still recovering. The losses from the battle against the Starry Sky Beast King were too heavy. How many of them can fight?"
"hateful!"
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support, my darlings! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers] I love you all so much! [Starry eyes]
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