Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 212 Potion

Xu Han's voice abruptly stopped.

He thought of Chen Yi's hand, which was clearly badly bitten, and tears streamed down his face.

"unacceptable."

Xu Han muttered and patted the bed, glaring angrily at Fatty, who had his back to him and was completely ignoring him.

"You didn't even apologize!"

Fatty, who was already turning his back to him out of guilt, thought, "..."

What does it say? Does it meow? Can you understand meows?

Thinking of this, Fatty hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and called out to Xu Han a few times.

"Meow meow meow."

Sorry, meow.

I was so impatient, meow, I just instinctively went for it...

Xu Han: "..."

His eyes widened instantly, and he angrily pointed at Fatty with trembling hands.

"You're still insulting me?!"

Fatty: "???"

Seriously, is this person out of their mind?!

Having determined that Xu Han might be mentally ill, Fei Fei stopped trying to respond to him and lowered her head to approach Yu Shijiu, who was still unconscious, and licked his exposed hand.

...I didn't mean to, meow...Wake up, Shi Jiu...

Xu Han, still trembling with rage beside the bed, muttered to himself a lot... well, Fei Fei couldn't understand what he was saying.

Then suddenly a sobbing sound came from behind me.

Fatty was so startled that his fur stood on end and he immediately turned his head away.

Meow, are you crying?!

At the bedside, Xu Han wiped away tears, sniffled, and sobbed with red eyes.

"Brother Chen has been busy all afternoon, sob sob, making this and that, and even specially mixed a really delicious filling, sob sob sob... and then you bit his hand through, he, he sob sob, he must be in so much pain..."

Fatty: "..."

It was so guilty that it buried its head in the blanket, trying to pretend it was dead and couldn't hear anything.

I already said it wasn't intentional, meow! That situation! That awful scene of you all surrounding your owner!!! Which cat wouldn't misunderstand, meow meow meow!!!

How could it be just my fault, a cat?!

...It's clearly your fault, meow...

Fatty lay motionless, but his eyes under the blanket blinked incessantly out of guilt.

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"Well."

The nun stood in front of her workbench, waving the pale purple potion in her hand. She leaned closer to smell it, her gaze slightly unfocused.

"Just a little bit more and it will be finished..."

The shepherd next to him tried to minimize his presence, silently hiding in a corner and remaining motionless.

"Pastoral rules".

The nun, engrossed in making the potion, suddenly spoke up.

Mu Gui trembled a few times, then walked forward unsteadily and bowed his head.

"Sister."

The nun waved the cupped potion in her hand at him, glancing at his visibly trembling hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly:

Why are you shaking?

Mu Gui shivered and quickly shook his head in denial: "...I, I wasn't shivering."

The nun didn't bother to investigate further. She yawned lazily and handed the sealed potion she had just finished to Mu Gui.

"Alright, take this bottle of 'Memory Labyrinth' to Zhou Yuanyang."

Pastor Gui looked up in surprise: "Should we send one bottle to Bishop Zhou first?"

He thought the nun would only give it to him after Zhou Yuanyang brought Yu Shijiu back.

"If you expect someone to do something wholeheartedly, you have to give them something in return, right?"

The nun smiled slightly, her beautiful red lips curving upwards: "Our Bishop Zhou Yuanyang seems to be really looking forward to the 'Memory Labyrinth'..."

Seemingly thinking of something extremely funny, the nun suddenly laughed, her beautifully drawn eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Mu Gui didn't dare ask too many questions. He carefully took the "Memory Labyrinth" and put it in his pocket, swallowing hard as he said:

"Then, then I'll go deliver it now, shall I?"

The nun, who was laughing so hard she was shaking, lazily raised her hand upon hearing this:

"Go ahead, and remember to take a good look at Zhou Yuanyang's expression. Come back and tell me all about it."

Pastoral Rules: "...Yes."

He turned and left without even wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"correct."

As soon as Mu Gui stepped out of the studio, which exuded a strange and eerie fragrance, he heard the nun's voice behind him.

"If you can capture Zhou Yuanyang's expression when he receives 'Memory Labyrinth,' I'll reward you with a few potions to improve your survivability in game dungeons."

Pastoral Rules: "..."

The nun's potions were considered miracle cures within the Black Robe Church; she could make almost anything, from healing potions to poisonous ones and hallucinogenic ones.

It can be considered one of the top ten talent skills in Dawn of the game.

If I could get a few more potions... my survivability could be increased by several points again!

Mu Gui turned around in surprise and delight, but something still felt off.

The initial excitement quickly faded, and he said hesitantly:

"...But Sister, do I...am I really sure I can get the shot?"

Who is Zhou Yuanyang?

As the bishop who rose through the ranks the fastest within the Black Robe Church, he was second only to the archbishop in leadership. His talent for commanding poisonous insects allowed him to kill many players almost silently and without warning.

I'm just an ordinary player who hasn't even activated any talent skills yet. Can I really get the shot?

The nun didn't seem to care much. She leaned lazily against the workbench, flicked the medicine from under her fingernails, and said softly:

"Don't worry, he won't kill you."

After all, Mu Gui is currently one of their own, and Zhou Yuanyang still needs to obtain the "Memory Maze" potion himself, so he would never be foolish enough to kill Mu Gui.

Although Mu Gui is just an ordinary, unremarkable player.

Pastoral Rules: "..."

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were a "toy" in the hands of two seasoned players.

The kind where you don't have to care about life or death.

But he dared not say anything more and could only quickly walk out of the room with the medicine in his pocket.

Inside the door, the nun's gaze gradually turned cold as she listened to the footsteps fading into the distance. She looked at her own "workshop" and her eyes swept over the various potions emitting steam and bubbles on the surrounding tables.

"That's ridiculous..."

The nun straightened up, kicked off her black high heels, and walked barefoot toward the potion being developed for the "Memory Labyrinth" project, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"As a bishop of the Black Robe Church, Zhou Yuanyang, how could you still believe that love truly exists between humans?"

"what."

The nun laughed uncontrollably as she touched the scalding hot glass tube of medicine in front of her. Her fair and delicate palm began to blister inch by inch.

The excruciating pain from the burn traveled from her nerves to her brain. The nun convulsed as she loosened her grip, her eyes gradually turning red and then blurring with tears.

"Only an extreme fool would believe in something as deceptive as love."

No one is an exception.

The nun exchanged for the recovery potion, tilted her head back and drank a bottle; the burns on her hands quickly subsided.

She looked down at her soft palms and gradually clenched them.

—Just like the self that was once so stupid as to be repulsive.