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As the business hours came to an end, he skillfully closed the door and, with the Mark III tucked at his waist, strolled leisurely towards Antheus Apothecary.
Seeing this, the refugees quickly scattered, knowing that Ye Wumeng was off to find Anlius for another round of tea. They had no idea what kind of shady dealings were taking place.
"Ha ha, Anlius, here I am again today!"
Inside Anlius Apothecary, Anlius was sitting at his small table, having lunch. Lunch, in this case, consisted of dry bread. Upon hearing the familiar voice, he jolted upright, choking on the bread that had lodged in his throat.
"Cough cough cough!"
Damn it, this kid is back again! He felt a headache coming on. Ever since Ye Wumeng had casually taken the Pharmacology Compendium from his shop last time, he had been showing up every day at noon!
Every single day! He would pull Anlius aside to ask about everything—one moment it was about basic potion mechanics, and the next it was details on how to save Hu Xu. It was utterly exhausting! And he couldn’t refuse him; after all, he had given him so much!
Looking at the dry bread next to a box of Wheat Juice and several packs of Southern Industries cigarettes, his mood suddenly lightened.
How delightful! He quickly swallowed the dry bread and forced a standard fake smile onto his face as he walked to the door, speaking cheerfully.
"Ha ha, little brother, you’re back! I’ve missed you so much! Come in quickly; it’s cold outside and you might catch a chill. Oh dear, you must be tired from carrying all that stuff; let me help you!"
He hurried a couple of steps forward and saw that Ye Wumeng was carrying a huge box labeled Nutritional Fresh Meat Canned Food. His heart soared with joy.
Truly worthy of being in the tobacco business—he's got money! Well done; let’s keep this up next time.
"Anlius, let me help you carry that inside," Ye Wumeng offered politely.
But Anlius insisted with a serious expression, "Hey, what are you saying? You’ve worked so hard; how can you carry it? I’ll do it!"
"Alright then," Ye Wumeng replied cheerfully as he placed the box down on the ground.
Thud!
A loud crash stirred up a cloud of dust, causing Anlius's eyes to twitch slightly.
Is this a whole box full? How am I supposed to move this?
He hurriedly turned around and saw Ye Wumeng comfortably walking into the small room, sitting down with an air of calmness, his gaze drifting elsewhere, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Damn it!
Glancing at the box overflowing with Canned Meat on the ground, Anlius could only open it and start taking out the cans one by one to place them inside.
Hey, Anlius, why didn’t you just carry the whole box? Don’t you like it?
Veins bulged on Anlius's forehead, throbbing as if they might burst at any moment. His face turned a deep shade of red, resembling liver, and he remained silent as he continued to haul the cans.
About ten minutes later, he finally returned to the small room, hunched over and unsteady on his feet. Looking up, he saw Ye Wumeng energetically drinking the Wheat Juice he had given him earlier!
He usually wouldn’t even let himself have a sip.
Grinding his teeth, Anlius suppressed his frustration and opened another can from the side box, muttering under his breath.
So what did you come here to talk about this time?
Hu Xu.
I told you, Hu Xu will be fine after taking my potion; there’s nothing else to it.
Alright then, if that’s how it is.
For the past few days, Hu Xu had been finding ways to poke at Anlius, but Anlius remained tight-lipped, sticking to that same excuse.
Forget it; let’s get down to business first.
Ahem, actually, I came here because a friend of mine brought back something interesting from Southern Industries—something related to potions. I thought since you are the most knowledgeable about Pharmacology in all of Lanstad, I’d bring it over for you to take a look.
Hmm, that’s quite the flattery.
Anlius's previously flushed face quickly returned to its normal color as he nodded repeatedly at Ye Wumeng's words.
See? This is what it means to be a renowned master!
Show me what you have.
After hearing this, Ye Wumeng took out a light blue vial that he had prepared earlier, filled halfway with a pale blue liquid known as Corpse Energy Base Liquid.
Hmm! How did you get your hands on this?
Anlius was still composed until he saw the vial; then Wheat Juice sprayed out of his mouth before he could even think about feeling sorry for himself. He quickly grabbed the vial from Ye Wumeng's hand and exclaimed in astonishment.
There’s no mistaking it; this is Corpse Liquid! And it's in a saturated state!
If I combine this thing with my skills, the plan will be set in stone!
He felt a surge of excitement inside, but quickly composed himself, returning the Corpse Energy Base Liquid to Ye Wumeng with a casual tone.
"Sorry, I misjudged. This potion isn't very useful. How about I buy it with a Blue Voucher? That way, I can help you minimize your losses."
Heh, old ghost.
"Since it's useless, there's no need to trouble Anlius with this kind of trash. I'll just dispose of it myself!"
Huh?
Before Anlius could react, Ye Wumeng grabbed the half tube of Corpse Liquid and tossed it outside.
"No!!"
Anlius was taken aback and quickly sprang into action, sprinting towards the bottle of Corpse Energy Base Liquid with all his might, lunging forward to catch it.
Splash.
Just two centimeters from his fingertips, Anlius watched helplessly as the half tube of liquid shattered on the ground, the pale blue liquid spilling everywhere.
The test tube broke.
His heart shattered too.
Anlius got up in disarray, gritting his teeth tightly, his legs trembling as he approached Ye Wumeng, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage as if he wanted to skin him alive for drinking Wheat Juice. The veins on his forehead bulged like never before; his lips quivered as he struggled to contain himself.
"Heh heh, Anlius, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Wumeng, holding the Wheat Juice, looked completely unconcerned.
Hearing this, Anlius could no longer suppress his anger and tried to force out a response through clenched teeth.
"I want—"
Before he could finish, he saw Ye Wumeng pull out another half tube of Corpse Energy Base Liquid from his pocket.
"Anlius, what were you saying?"
"I want... I want to be an astronaut! Cough cough, that’s been my dream since childhood—being an astronaut! Hahaha."
Seeing the half tube of Corpse Liquid in Ye Wumeng's hand, Anlius, who was on the verge of exploding with rage, instantly wilted and forced a smile onto his face.
"Being an astronaut isn't easy!"
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