Chapter 226
Time goes back to the day when the plague was about to begin.
Su Xingyuan closed the book, confirmed the current time, and picked up the paper and pen on the table next to him.
Twenty minutes later, he appeared in front of Leafa and repeated the previous conversation.
"...I trust you. Please give me some time to pack some things I need to bring."
After quickly bringing the conversation to this point, Su Xingyuan stopped moving forward.
"Maybe you should also bring these."
The next second, a stack of freshly-made manuscripts appeared in front of Leafa.
"These?"
Leafa slowed down her movements, and couldn't help but reveal a curious look. She took the manuscript handed to her by Su Xingyuan and flipped through a few pages at random. The more she flipped, the weirder her expression became.
She could recognize that it was the lord's handwriting. The ink on some of the pages at the back wasn't even dry yet. It was obvious that this was the content that had just been rushed through. It was a study of a plague that she had never heard of or known about before. However, the research ideas and layout above were almost the same as her own habits, and even made her feel like it was a replica of the manuscript she had written.
She raised her head and looked at the lord opposite her, and the black-haired lord blinked at her skillfully.
Leafa: “…”
never mind.
She accepted this strange phenomenon very naturally, because miracles always happened around the lord.
She put away the manuscript and wanted to pack her luggage as quickly as possible, when she saw the black-haired boy casually showed her one of the tools she needed.
Leafa: ...?
Leafa looked at the corner of the studio in a daze - all the spare items there were put into the lord's extra-dimensional pocket without missing a single one. She had no idea when he had done it. Even the things he was supposed to take were put in exactly the same place, and the things he didn't need to take were still kept in their original places.
The black-haired lord smiled brightly: "Don't worry, I'm ready."
By the time Leafa reacted, she had already appeared in the new laboratory in the human world.
The plague arrived as expected, and all the symptoms matched exactly what was written in the manuscript. Since the manuscript seemed like something she had written herself, she did not need to invest a lot of time to understand and verify it. She continued her research naturally, as if she knew how to proceed.
Even the materials needed in the preparation of the potion were delivered to her workbench by the black-haired lord without her having to ask for anything.
With this accelerated progress, time soon came to ten o'clock in the morning of the third day.
Leafa noticed purple spots on her wrists.
Her eyes were a little dim, but she did not show any other emotions. Instead, she pulled her sleeves down again, gave herself an injection of painkiller, and prepared to get back to work.
There's only a little left. Don't let anything distract you at a time like this.
"What a coincidence, I have this too."
The voice of the black-haired lord suddenly came from above.
Leafa raised her head and saw the black-haired boy squatting on top of the cabinet nearby.
She was no longer surprised by the behavior of lords who liked to climb up the social ladder. Before she could react to the other party's words, she saw the black-haired boy rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrist which also had purple spots.
Leafa: “…”
Leafa (screaming): "My Lord——!!"
The shout of the blonde girl who had just been infected with the plague and was still full of energy shocked Su Xingyuan. His eyes wandered for a moment, and he spread his hands and said, "I was infected on the first day of the plague. It's just bad luck and there's nothing I can do about it."
"You should have told me earlier." Leafa said disapprovingly, and at the same time, a trace of anxiety rose in her heart uncontrollably. She was able to ignore her own physical condition and the severity of the disease, but she could hardly allow such a disease to stay in the lord's body for another day.
The black-haired boy smiled and said nothing. He jumped lightly from the height, walked to Leafa's workbench, and picked up the manuscript she had just recorded.
Focusing on the familiar area, Leafa calmed down and said, "I will be able to prepare a medicine to cure the disease soon. It only takes a little more time... I will make sure you are safe. Don't send me materials in the next few days. Your health is the most important thing for the residents of the territory."
"You're right, but." After reading the manuscripts, Su Xingyuan put them back where they belonged and smiled, which made Leafa feel a little uneasy.
"Loading begins."
——[File loaded successfully].
Time goes back to the day when Leafa had not yet set off.
Su Xingyuan skillfully copied out the pile of manuscripts he had just seen.
Although Leafa could still hold on for another half a day, the game would have to be reloaded sooner or later anyway, so there was no need to let the pharmacist continue to work while she was in such extreme pain. Su Xingyuan thought that he still had a bit of conscience and would not be so cruel as to be so crazy.
After writing down everything that came into his mind, Su Xingyuan felt that he could pass the pharmacist qualification exam. Perhaps it would not be a bad idea to pick up and build up his life skills after everything is over. After all, there would be no enemies for him to fight by then, and life would still be a bit boring.
He brought the manuscript to Leafa's location with familiarity and had a series of conversations before loading the file.
However, this time, Leafa's reaction was even greater than last time. After reading the manuscript in its entirety, she even said with some doubt in her heart, "Although I haven't completely understood it yet, it seems that the research process has reached its final stage...?"
Moreover, their ideas were almost the same as hers. Looking at this stack of manuscripts gave her a strange sense of familiarity, just like looking at an essay she had written before. It was really weird.
She looked up again at the black-haired lord who had taken out the manuscripts.
The black-haired lord happily made a "yeah" gesture.
Leafa: “…”
The plague arrived as expected.
But this time, at just five o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, a new medicine made by the blonde pharmacist had already produced obvious effects on the patient.
At seven o'clock in the morning on the third day, Leafa, who had been working non-stop all night to improve the system, finally obtained the final medicine that could cure the disease.
She took a deep breath. Although the potion was made, she did not look more relaxed. She said to Su Xingyuan, "Several materials in this potion formula are very rare. I'm afraid I can't produce it in large quantities..."
The black-haired lord raised his hand, and a steady stream of packaged materials fell from his palm.
"……Produce."
Leafa was silent for a moment as she looked at the materials piled up like a mountain.
Su Xingyuan gave a thumbs up: "We just need to plant them on a large scale in advance, and then use some small ripening techniques."
The system mall produces high-end fertilizers, you deserve it.
Soon, all the senior pharmacists were called to a workshop that supported multi-person collaboration and began to work tirelessly on the mass production of this potion. However, their role was more to assist Leafa, and the most core part still required her to do it herself. Once you become proficient in the business, your speed will increase dramatically.
At ten o'clock, Leafa discovered the purple spots on her wrist. This time, she did not give herself another injection of painkillers that would help her concentrate. Instead, she quickly drank a potion and watched the purple spots disappear quickly after they appeared.
On the fourth day, when the process became clearer and more definite, Su Xingyuan directly moved the pharmaceutical factory in his territory that was capable of mass production here.
Ning Baiquan and Xu Banmeng's expressions became a little subtle after they knew about this, and the latter was almost about to say directly "I don't know when you got this good thing."
Thinking back carefully, when I was working with Su Xingyuan before, I seemed to have experienced an incident where we arrived at a factory and found that all the equipment inside was missing...
As the old saying goes, the culprit always shows up at the right time.
The production speed of the assembly line was very impressive, and soon boxes of medicines were packaged and shipped to all parts of the world. Finally, as the sixth day was approaching, the last patient suffering from the plague recovered.
The atmosphere, which had been tense for several days, finally relaxed a little at this moment.
Overly tired, Leafa slumped down in the chair, feeling that her brain was spinning in circles inside her skull.
But even so, when she found Su Xingyuan appeared, she still cheered up and said with a rare bit of pride: "You see, I am indeed the most powerful pharmacist in your territory."
Although I was very tired, seeing so many people saved because of my efforts, the feeling of being filled with something cannot be simply described.
Moreover, during this process, the lord did not seem to be infected with the plague, which was the luckiest thing during this period of time.
Thinking of this, her gaze uncontrollably fell on the wrist of the black-haired lord, which was blocked by the fabric of the clothes, making it impossible to see what was under the fabric.
Leafa hesitated for a moment, but she quickly relaxed. It was normal for sleeves to cover the wrists, and lords did wear gloves occasionally. The medicine has already been developed. The lord will not insist on going to work while sick. He is not a masochist.
Su Xingyuan vaguely guessed what Leafa was thinking from her expression: "..."
Not telling anyone about my illness this time was indeed an extremely wise decision.
Of course, he definitely didn't do this just because it seemed a bit fun to have a little plague on his body. He didn't have any strange fetishes like masochism. However, he guessed that the sign of the end of this round of disaster would be the disappearance of the plague, which means that as long as there is still a sick person here, the world will not continue to the next disaster, and he happened to have something he wanted to do during this opportunity.
Apart from this, he is the most suitable person to carry the plague. After all, if it were an ordinary person, it would be unknown whether he could survive for three days. And this little problem on him would only manifest as losing blood faster or slower over time.
Su Xingyuan returned to his territory.
The fallen angel was waiting for him to come back, and when he saw him, his pupil-less eyes moved slightly.
"You carry the stench of disease," it said bluntly. "I heard that Leafa has developed a potion. Why don't you take it?"
Su Xingyuan: "Because there is something that I am very concerned about."
Before the last time he loaded the game, he had been waiting for everyone in that world to die one after another, just to see what would happen in the end. Since it has been almost confirmed that as long as there are still people suffering from the plague, new beings entering that world will be at risk of getting sick, then why was it that on that occasion, knowing that the disaster was not over, the gods were able to come to him without any hesitation and spy on him?
Aren’t they afraid that they will also be infected with this unreasonable curse?
It doesn't seem to make sense that gods are immune to the plague. After all, even Su Xingyuan's body, which exceeds human limits in every sense, would be affected. The cautious gods would not easily put themselves in danger. If they were not sure enough that they would be fine, they would have just waited for his death, or waited until he left this world before taking action.
"I remember that your blessing can even bring ordinary humans back to life." Su Xingyuan suddenly said, "What about the new angel god? Is his ability the same as yours? If not, what is it?"
The fallen angel was slightly stunned, and then he realized what Su Xingyuan meant, and replied: "Although we have the same name, our abilities are similar, not exactly the same. I don't know much about His abilities, I only know that His combat power is very strong."
The black-haired boy nodded and said nothing more, but his green eyes were slightly cold. With a habitual smile on his face, he reorganized the items in his backpack and replaced the equipment that was no longer suitable for his current level. Then, he turned on [Automatic Pathfinding].
The golden routes gradually converge. The black shadow, who had discovered something was not right and had quietly moved down to see what was happening, froze slightly, and seemed to see the black-haired human's gaze passing through the rising golden light and falling on Him accurately and without hesitation.
Amid the sudden and growing ominousness, the black-haired human said with an unusually light tone: "It seems that we have to go to the Kingdom of God this time... Light and shadow are born together, so you should have a good relationship, right?"
"Fallen angel."
The black shadow paused, and when it reacted, it was about to move forward, only to see six pairs of pitch-black wings suddenly open in front of it.
"Stop Him."
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