"Are these the only potions?" Mistress Cynthia asked.
"Of course not, this is just the first batch of finished products. Next, the factories under the White Rock City Research Institute will work hard to make new plague killers to help allied tribes tide over the difficulties." Cecilia said.
"How long will it take? My people can't sustain it for much longer." Matron Cynthia was really scared. She had already experienced the delaying tactics used by the humans in White Rock City.
Fortunately, Cecilia gave her an accurate answer: "Seven days at most."
Mother Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. According to her observation, the higher the status of the noble, the heavier the weight of the promise. If these words were said by the knight Marco, she would still have doubts, but Cecily
Asia's credibility is undoubtedly higher.
Of course, this is different from the drow. Due to the belief of Rose, the Spider Queen, the drow leaders are proud of going back on their word and breaking their promises to make a profit.
Cecilia looked at Madam Cynthia's relieved look and added: "Your Excellency, there were reports from scouts two days ago that spies from the remnants of the Sin Domain have begun to infiltrate into the north. I hope you can send out detectives who are good at detection.
The strong ones, arrest them."
"No problem." At this juncture, Mother Cynthia was certainly responsive, at least on the surface.
Cecilia was not fooled. She said: "I don't know exactly how many survivors spies there are, but it is conservatively estimated that there will be no less than ten teams. I hope you can capture at least half of them, otherwise they will destroy the drug factory."
Production, I’m afraid it will be difficult to deliver as scheduled.”
"...I understand." Of course, Mistress Cynthia heard the threat of Cecilia's hidden needle.
"Then I'll take my leave."
After Cecilia left, the two Spider Queen priests behind Matron Cynthia came forward to look at the box of new plague killer potion.
"Can this potion really cure us of the undead plague poison?"
"Can humans deceive us?"
The two priestesses raised their questions one after another.
"No, if they use fake medicine to fool us, the result will be that all our tribes will become plague undead and become their enemies. This is what humans don't want to see, and it is also a hidden bargaining chip for us in negotiations... Otherwise, just now,
The female city lord will put forward more stringent conditions."
Mother Cynthia said slowly: "Marcia, Alba...this first batch of finished medicines will be given to you two first."
The expressions of the two priestesses changed slightly.
Marcia quickly said: "Mother, how dare I use the antidote before you do?"
Alba, the other priestess, was obviously much more direct: "If Mistress wants to test the efficacy of the medicine, she can find a few ordinary tribesmen to come over."
"You think I'm asking you to test the medicine?" Mother Cynthia said coldly, "I have already said that there is no problem with this medicine, but you actually dare to go against my good intentions? I have to re-evaluate your loyalty."
A vague murderous aura spread in the camp.
The expressions of both priestesses fell.
Marcia lowered her head and said: "Yes, it was us who did not know what was good and went against the wishes of the mistress. I hope the mistress will give me another chance to use the medicine."
Alba said: "Yes, I am willing to use medicine after Marcia to relieve the mistress' worries."
Marcia secretly cursed in her heart, but under Cynthia's gaze, she honestly picked up a tube of new plague killer potion and drank it in one gulp.
"How was it?" Cynthia asked.
"No...no feeling." Marcia was stunned for a while, then felt it carefully, and found that she really didn't feel anything. The pale skin and scars on her body were still the same.
"Humans cheated us with fake medicines!" Alba shouted angrily.
Before she finished speaking, Marcia's expression suddenly changed, she sat on the ground holding her belly, and a scream suddenly sounded.
"It's poisonous! Human beings have ulterior motives, and they actually gave me poison!" Alba was glad in her heart.
"Shut up." Mistress Cynthia was much calmer, she scolded, "Look carefully, the corpse spots on Marcia's body are slowly fading away."
This is exactly what happened.
It didn't take long for Priestess Marcia to recover from the pain. Her skin regained a glimmer of luster, and her body spots also dissipated a lot. She originally looked like a water-filled zombie, but now she is at least more like a living person.
.
"How do you feel? Is this medicine effective?" Mother Cynthia asked.
"It's effective. But the process is very painful, and the drug is very irritating... Moreover, I haven't fully recovered yet, and I should need to take the drug at least two to three times to completely eradicate the plague virus." Marcia survived the disaster, feeling quite lucky.
"Well, I heard the female city lord said that it took several weeks for people to recover from the previous plague killer drugs. Now it seems that the effectiveness of the new plague killer drugs has been improved a lot, and it only takes a few times to recover.
That polymath is really amazing and an outstanding talent. If you have the chance, you can pay a visit and win over this polymath."
As Mistress Cynthia spoke, she turned to another priestess: "Alba, it's your turn to take the medicine."
After suffering a big loss in the Bethlehem uprising, Mother Cynthia had a very strong sense of crisis. She was afraid that Marcia's test medicine was a coincidence, so she asked the priestess Alba to serve as an experimental sample again.
As for why these two priestesses were chosen to test the medicine instead of a few ordinary tribesmen with low status? The reason is also very simple. The strength, bloodline, etc. of these two priestesses and Matron Cynthia are relatively close. The results of the medicine test
The most convincing. If it were a weak ordinary tribesman, the results of the test might differ from person to person.
Priestess Alba takes medicine, and the effect is similar to Priestess Marcia's. After the severe pain, the symptoms of the undead plague are relieved.
Now, Mistress Cynthia was finally relieved.
"Mistress, what should we do next? Should we follow the arrangements of the human city lord and catch the spies of the remnants of the Sin Domain?"
Mother Cynthia nodded: "Of course we have to go, and we can't do it half-heartedly, we must go all out. Didn't you hear the hidden meaning in the other party's words? If our results dissatisfy them, the antidote will be provided.
Variable. Now, our tribe is in urgent need of human antidote... we have to obey her instructions."
"When the undead plague virus is completely eradicated from the body, there will be no need to look at the faces of humans anymore." Priestess Alba said.
"Huh, not only will I not have to look at her face then..."
Mother Cynthia clenched her fists and said, "I still want to occupy White Rock City!"