The pain in my chest happened again, and I couldn't sleep last night. I woke up in the morning and coughed uncontrollably, with black blood streaks in my sputum.
I am a pharmacist. I know that I am hopeless and I don’t know how long I can hide it from them.
The empire has not been peaceful recently. How will they live a stable life if I am gone? Thinking of this, I just hope that I can persist a little longer.
I must do something before death comes."
"Autumn month, seventeenth day:
Someone commissioned me to create a magic potion and promised me a considerable reward.
With this money, if they save some, they can live a stable life for at least a few years.
The recipe for the potion was provided by the other party, and I was indeed able to make it, but I couldn't guess the specific effect.
Drugs can be used for good or evil, and I hope that what I do will not harm innocent people.
For some reason, I can't write down the client's name, sorry."
"Autumn month, fiftieth day:
After many trials and improvements, the first batch of pharmaceuticals was completed, and I finally learned about its effects from the client.
Open spirit, use soul to form a network - it sounds unbelievable, but it is not an exaggeration.
There are endless possibilities in potions. I already understood this when I first started learning. The person who created this formula must be a more powerful potion master than me.
I personally delivered the potion to the person designated by the client and told him how to use the potion.
That was a terrible man. I seemed to have stepped into a world that didn't belong to me, but I had no way out.
The client gave me a modified recipe and told me that I could make and sell it myself without paying him anything in return.
He also said that I can also take this new potion. It cannot cure my illness, but it can relieve the pain and delay the arrival of death.
I don’t know why he cares about me so much, but as I’m dying, I have nothing to be afraid of.”
"Winter Moon, 23rd:
The second batch of potions has been produced.
I took a dose myself, and the pain that had been bothering me for a long time was relieved a lot. It seems that I can barely sleep peacefully tonight.
The potion will be entrusted to the "Guild" to be sold to the residents of the city on a certain day. I may be making a mistake, but I will not stop.
I gave them half of my previous reward, but they didn't seem happy. Maybe I didn't do enough.
We must at least save enough money to live on for them for ten years. By then, our children will have grown up."
"Winter Moon, 26th:
Fael from "Guild" takes great care of me. He is a very good person and is willing to lend a helping hand to me like this.
He was responsible for most of the sales of the medicines, but received only a meager remuneration.
I have nothing to repay him, but let him join me in doing evil - if it is evil.
If one day, someone is really going to be repaid and punished, let me be that person."
"Winter Moon, thirty-ninth day:
I heard some rumors in the city.
The medicine I made was regarded as a potion blessed by Edda, and it began to spread among his followers.
This can't be Fael's idea. I'm afraid it has something to do with the man in black robe I once met, or the client who gave me the formula.
I have to admit, my drug sold more because of these rumors.
My body began to feel weak and painful, probably because the effect of the drug had worn off. I had to continue drinking it in order to maintain this broken body every day."
"Winter Moon, forty-seventh day:
He seemed to have been in a coma for a while and couldn't remember what happened before that.
Is it related to the drugs I drank? Or is my death approaching?
I haven’t seen Karin and Lilia for dozens of days, and I miss them so much.
I'm afraid they would rather forget me. After all, I am such a useless person."
"Winter Moon, sixty-fifth day:
I may be dying. May God bless me."
The diary ended here - that was exactly the day Kratos had an appointment with Fael two days ago.
Yuffie stared at the last line of words in the manual. Perhaps she had been suffering from illness for too long, and her mood was not calm when she wrote it. The handwriting was scrawled and chaotic.
She has considered many possible reasons, but currently, Kratos is just an ordinary potion master - this profession has certain risks, but the rich rewards and opportunities still attract many people to join it.
.
For the sake of his own desires and everything he couldn't let go, he was willing to cooperate with Cullen or the unidentified client. However, he could not understand what he had really done until his death.
She sighed softly and put the manual into her pocket. Kratos's diary at least explained part of her doubts. There may be more hidden contents in the manual, which is worth taking back and looking at carefully. She rummaged in the study for a while.
, most of them are books related to potions. There is a dusty picture frame on the desk. Inside is a portrait of what looks like a family of three. The brushwork is rough, and it can be barely seen that the male in it is Kratos.
There was a slight sob from behind, and she turned around in surprise to see Fael hastily put down the cuffs that were wiping her tears.
"I...I'm fine." He tried his best to squeeze out these words, "I'm fine." He repeated again, "I'm just...a little sympathetic to his fate."
Yuffie shook her head slightly and did not dwell on the problem any more. She left Kratos' house and locked the door as it was. Fael followed behind without saying a word.
"What do you think of Kratos?" She slowed down, looked at the occasional pedestrians on the street, and asked seemingly casually.
"He is a good man." Fael was silent for a while before replying, and then repeated, "an ordinary good man."
Yuffie turned her face sideways and nodded to the man, "Finally, take me to his home for a look."
Fael nodded and walked silently in front of the girl. Kratos's residence was not far from his studio, and it only took the two of them ten minutes to walk. It was a slightly dilapidated two-story house.
It was a one-story residential building, and the area was much smaller than the previous studio. She walked forward and tried to knock on the door. After waiting for a long time, the door slowly opened inward.
A middle-aged woman poked her head out from the door. She was wearing a linen nightgown that turned gray and smelled like leftovers, but her hair was neatly tidied. She looked at You with her sleepy eyes.
Fei's expression softened slightly, "What's the matter? I don't need to tidy up the house, and I don't want to buy any fruit or food."
"I'm not here to sell anything, madam." Yuffie bowed slightly, "Excuse me, does Mr. Kratos Miltian live here?"
As if remembering something unpleasant, the middle-aged woman turned her head and spat, then turned back to look at the girl.
"Kratos? Who knows where he went to fool around. If I hadn't seen him bringing some money to my family every now and then, I would have disowned him as my husband. I don't know where he got the money. I hope he didn't steal it.
To rob or something... I'm afraid that with his size, being robbed by others would be a big deal."
"He didn't steal or rob, he just-" Fael's voice suddenly came from behind her, and she paused suddenly, "He just... has some things that need to be done."
"I don't care what he has to do." The woman glared at Yuffie without showing any signs of weakness, "He promised me that he would accompany Lilia and me for the rest of our lives, but it's a pity that he broke his promise."
"Dad is a bad person. He won't come home." A Kamal girl about seven or eight years old poked her head out from behind the middle-aged woman, "Lilia hasn't seen her dad for a long time. Sister, you know he is gone."
Where?"
Yuffie looked at the young girl, shook her head slightly, smiled and replied softly, "Sorry, I don't know, Lilia. But if I see him, I will try to bring him back."
, okay?"
The young girl understood her words and nodded sternly. Yuffie straightened up and politely said goodbye to the two people living here. The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment and finally called her out.
"If you see him, please tell him - I don't care about his money and ask him to come back to me as soon as possible."
Yuffie agreed to her request, turned around, and heard the door closing behind her.
"Thank you for your hard work this time." She looked up at Fael, "Would you like to have a cup of tea together?"
"No... no need." The man shook his head and said, "I don't... want this either."
"It doesn't matter." Yuffie looked at him calmly and said softly, "During this period, I will stay at the "Song of Nightingales" hotel in the west district of the city. If you get any new information about him, you can come and tell me
I. Every clue may make it possible to recover his soul."
Faer didn't speak, just looked at her seriously and nodded.