This reaction was a bit beyond her expectation. Yuffie narrowed her eyes and looked at Fael to make sure he was not joking, "You said Kratos died. When, where and how did he die?"
"... Da, it happened about three or two days ago." The man took several deep breaths in succession, trying to appear calm, "I heard that he... died in an alley at night. I was still there at that time.
"Guild", so I don’t know what exactly happened.”
Yuffie shook her head. This man was obviously not good at hiding things.
"What you originally wanted to say was 'how did you know', right, Fael?" She looked into the man's eyes and analyzed slowly and calmly, "If he died outside, then it would reach your ears.
, you shouldn’t be surprised by this. In other words, not many people know that Kratos is dead.”
"However, I believe you did not kill him - this is my intuition." She softened her voice, "Tell me, Fael, what is the truth? Maybe I can help you.
"
"This... okay... I understand." Maybe it was the girl's attitude that made him feel trustful, or maybe he had been tense for the past few days. The man took a big sip of tea and gave up on covering up, "To be honest.
, I really don’t know what happened. I just... went to his studio and met with him." He shook his head, with a complicated look on his face, "Who knows, he just... suddenly died.
.”
"Are you familiar with Kratos, Fael? Why did he want to meet you?" Yuffie raised her eyebrows slightly, "Or, there is some kind of deal between you."
"Just, just ordinary friends... Of course, we are doing business, but I prefer to call it cooperation." Fael sighed self-destructively, and his words became fluent, "You know, he is a
Pharmacist. Not long ago, he made a
He wanted to batch batch of potions and entrust me to sell them through the "Guild" - because I had always had some friendship and could trust his level, I agreed to this matter. The day before yesterday, he asked me to come out to meet, and I thought he was going to talk about this matter.
I also specially brought my recent income with me.”
He swallowed and lowered his gaze, "But he told me to pack my bags quickly, leave the city, and stop contacting him. Just when I wanted to ask him clearly, he suddenly fell on the table in front of me.
, I couldn’t wake him up no matter how hard I tried. I really had no choice but to bury him overnight - I...I didn’t want to do this either."
Her intuition told her that the man opposite was still hiding some facts, although it was not too important. Yuffie let herself not care about those for the time being and turned her attention to more important issues, "There are also potions he entrusted you to sell.
What? I want to take a look."
Faer hesitated for a moment and nodded reluctantly. He fumbled under the counter for a while, took out a small brown glass bottle, and handed it to the girl.
Yuffie opened the cork and smelled a familiar sweet smell similar to the potion she had drank before - just lighter and mixed with a little sourness.
Sure enough, this potion is related to Kratos. However, the original potion is obviously not suitable for sale. Perhaps this potion has been improved in some way. She raised her head with a trace of exploration and met the eyes of the slightly embarrassed man, "You
Do you know what the effect of this potion is?"
"Well... Kratos said that it can make people relax, clear their mind, and speed up the recovery of diseases and wounds." Fael tried hard to remember, "I have drunk a few bottles...it tastes good.
It's very useful when you're sleepy." He pointed to the bottle in Yuffie's hand, "This... I gave it to you, you can try it."
"Thank you." She nodded noncommittally, "So, who will come to buy these potions, and how many have you sold?"
"There are all kinds of people. For example, the officials in the city hall who often stay up late to work, and some of the Ada believers." Fael muttered in a low voice, "Those Ada believers said that this thing is the "blessed wine" given by God.
", can strengthen the body and prolong life - I don't know where they heard the news from, it would be great if it is credible." He shrugged, "So far, a total of more than 1,300 have been sold.
bottles, the selling price is two silver coins per bottle... By the way, I just help sell them, and I only get one copper coin for each bottle."
This price is not cheap. A bottle of liquid only lasts a few mouthfuls, and the daily income of an ordinary citizen is probably less than one silver coin. Even if the net profit from each bottle is only half a silver coin, it adds up to a
That’s a lot of income. So, is Kratos’ purpose really just to make money?
Yuffie can be sure that the real effect of this potion is not to clear the mind or extend life. The potion taken by the Black Crow Knights transformed them into puppets that are easy to control but still have the ability to fight and cast spells. However, even if
Turning the entire city's residents into puppets would not create a considerable fighting force - not to mention that no one with any brains would do such a thing.
From the 'resurrection' of the Black Crow Knight to the "immortal legion" within the empire, it would be a joke to say that the man who assisted all of this only used this potion to make money. The current story is missing several elements.
At this stage, Yuffie understood that the only thing he could do to get a definite answer was to continue looking for more clues and proofs.
"Take me to the place where you buried Kratos." She sorted out her complicated thoughts and put away the potion that Fael gave her. Her tone was unquestionable, "Maybe he just fell into a coma, and I can cure him.
." She didn't say that she could resurrect the dead - that would have sounded unbelievable.
Faer's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, but he did not immediately believe the girl's statement. He frowned and considered for more than half a minute, drank the cold fruit tea down his throat, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You can't lie to me," he muttered.
He took Yuffie out of the "Guild", locked the door, hung up the temporary closure sign, and then walked through the streets and alleys of Winterfell to the edge of a sparsely populated neighborhood.
"It's around here." He looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of being seen, "Let me think about it...here, no...yes, I buried him here."
He walked towards a piece of exposed soil and pointed to one of the areas. Yuffie walked over and saw that there were indeed signs of recent disturbance.
"Leave it to me." She didn't look back, but said softly behind her, "I won't lie to you."