Chapter 74: Turbulent World
He opened the cork with caution, but he almost missed it.
This magical potion is indeed wicked.
Looking at the cage, the small white mice that were huddled in the corners have now all come to the front of the bars, sniffing the air with their pink noses, showing signs of restlessness.
"I'll administer the potion to them first. Given their size, a drop should be sufficient," Charlotte muttered to himself as he began administering the potion to the small white mice.
The allure of this substance to the mice was undeniable, so the process of feeding them the potion was quite simple. In no time, all ten mice had been fed.
Charlotte closed the cage and took a step back, observing the mice's reactions after taking the potion.
He thought that it would take some time for the effects to kick in, but unexpectedly, after just a short while, the mice in the cage began to exhibit signs of excitement.
Jerry #1 was frantically spinning in circles, Jerry #2 started banging its head against the bars, Jerry #3 grabbed the bars and emitted a strange howling sound, Jerry #4 showed relatively normal behavior by rolling in place, and Jerry #5 seemed a bit confused as it started doing push-ups...
Watching the mice indulging in their excited states, Charlotte took a pen and made a note of their behaviors before turning and heading downstairs.
This would be the period of heightened excitement after taking the potion. He would have to wait until the effects wore off and the withdrawal symptoms set in before conducting the drug tests.
He went to the alchemy room and wrote down several formulas on paper. He made slight adjustments to different proportions and added or subtracted a few ingredients, then started brewing several batches of potions.
He didn't believe that the original owner could randomly grab a few materials and create a perfect potion to counteract the effects of magic addiction.
But pharmaceuticals were a highly meticulous and complex discipline, and he was far from being an expert.
He could only make minor modifications based on the existing formulas in an attempt to find the optimal solution.
For example, reducing the adverse reactions after taking the potion and lowering the potential mortality rate.
This would play a crucial role in the widespread promotion of the potion to counter magic addiction.
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Calva, Dino Manor, study room.
Capas looked at the confidential letter that had just arrived and his face gradually darkened.
Seeing Capas's unpleasant expression, Bill asked, "My Lord Viscount, does the Duke's letter contain any important information?"
"Father says that that girl, Vivian, has appeared in the imperial capital," Capas gritted his teeth, "Damn it! How did that brat manage to return to the imperial capital!"
"How is that possible? We were tracking her all the way... She should have entered the Abyss," Bill also expressed great astonishment.
"I am willing to share your worries," excitement flickered in Carol's eyes.
With the elimination of the other three families, the Jadeson family would become the dominant power in the Abyss, completely controlling the entire region.
...
Ivan, with Dora by his side, stumbled and escaped from Tova Street, relying on his familiarity with the streets and alleys.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he encountered two wandering magic addicts who attempted to rob them.
Ivan initially planned to hand over his money to secure their escape.
However, to his surprise, after taking the money, the two also had their eyes on Dora.
Enraged, Ivan took advantage of their momentary lack of vigilance, pulled out his scissors, and stabbed one of them to death. He then engaged in a struggle with the other.
Although Ivan ultimately killed his opponent, he received knife wounds to his thigh and abdomen, blood flowing profusely.
Already weakened, Ivan's vision gradually blurred. Dora's panicked cries attracted the attention of nearby vagabonds, who approached like hungry wolves, sensing the scent of blood.
With the scissors tightly gripped in his hand, Ivan smiled bitterly in despair. He knew that once he fell, Dora would face a grim fate.
At that moment, a luxurious carriage, pulled by four pure black horses, approached the long street. A beast oil lamp hung in front of the carriage, illuminating a conspicuous red cross emblem.
A glimmer of light ignited in Ivan's blurry eyes. Summoning all his strength, he pulled Dora's hand and lunged towards the carriage, collapsing in the middle of the street.
The coachman was startled and quickly pulled the reins.
The hooves of the black horses almost trampled Ivan's face but stopped just in time.
"What's going on?" a gentle voice sounded from inside the carriage.
"Dean, a man, and a little girl collided with the carriage. It seems they are injured. I will go and drive them away," the coachman replied, about to jump down from the carriage.
"Wait." The carriage door opened, and a young man stepped out, looking at the man lying in front of the carriage, uncertain of life or death, and the little girl sitting on the ground, crying helplessly. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He looked around in the darkness, where a dozen pairs of eyes were coveting them.
"Bring them onto the carriage," Roland ordered.
"Yes." Two guards accompanying the carriage jumped down, one carrying Ivan and the other carrying Dora, and they boarded the carriage.
The door closed, and the carriage continued forward, with no one daring to approach.