Chapter 282 What I need... is you.

Chapter 282 What I need... is you.

"Thunder Storm?! Is that the name of the skill?" Lathel frowned and asked.

Cauldron replied: "No, because the main ingredient to make that medicine only appears in Thunder Storms; that's why they gave it that name."

"Besides... for someone like you who possesses the strongest talent, Lightning, that type of energy medicine is the most suitable."

"However, to prepare it, you need to be a 4-star pharmacist enchanter or higher."

Hearing that, Lathel felt even more confused: "But... What is the material that appears inside Thunder Storm? I don't believe I can't buy that."

"Of course you can buy it, but its price is extremely high, and no one would be stupid enough to use that precious material to prepare an energy medicine." Cauldron replied.

Lathel: "..."

"Oy! You mean I'm stupid, right?"

"Almost the same."

Lathel:凸(`?′)凸

"In fact, your energy is very strange; that's why you can't absorb natural energy to replenish yourself like other people."

Cauldron continued.

"Your level-ups are also completely different from normal people. That's why the energy recovery potion 'Thunder Storm' is the only thing suitable for you."

"It not only replenishes your own energy but also replenishes the power of the lightning element."

Hearing that, Lathel nodded.

Cauldron continued: "When Thunder Storm appears, that thing will be born. It is the source of energy that is used to sustain thunder storms, making thunder storms more terrifying."

"It's called the eyes of Storm..."

Lathel: "..."

"Oy! I feel like what you're talking about isn't a pharmaceutical ingredient; I feel like you're talking about a natural disaster or some kind of special item."

"Stupid!" Cauldron shouted: "That's also why the Pharmacist Enchanter keeps getting weaker and more stupid."

"Do pharmacist enchanters now think that pharmaceutical ingredients are all herbs or ingredients that come from plants and animals?"

"In my time, everything was considered medicinal herbs; it was just... whether you could use them or not."

"Heh?! What do you mean..." Lathel faltered.

"Let me give you an example so you can understand." Cauldron said: "You think the ingredients to prepare energy medicine are all herbs or taken from the blood of monsters? Is that right?"

"Hm... that's right." Lathel rubbed her chin, nodded, and said.

"In fact, in ancient times, there were many energy medicines prepared from lava, mist, clouds, or even the energy from storms."

Lathel heard Cauldron say and felt confused: "Can those things be used to prepare medicine?"

"Don't let knowledge limit your imagination, Lathel."

Lathel was startled when he heard that; he felt that Cauldron was right. His knowledge only told him that medicinal herbs only came from animals or plants.

As for his imagination, everything can become an ingredient to prepare medicine.

Cauldron continued: "Besides, the method of preparing this medicine is only known to the ancient pharmacist enchanters and me."

"Oy! So how can we make it?" Lathel frowned and said.

Even though they couldn't become his official wives, they could live more comfortably.

Lathel sighed and said: "Okay, if I have a need, I will call you and the others."

The maid heard that and smiled happily: "Hehehehe... Young master, I'm waiting for you."

"Ah! What about Iritellis? Where is she?" Lathel asked again.

"She has now been moved to another place so that other enchanters can find another way to stop the power coming from her eyes." The maid bowed her head and said.

"Heh?! But those eyes have no effect on me." Lathel frowned and said.

"But... Master Ryne wants to ensure Young Master's safety. Besides... if Young Master takes her out, her eyes will cause you trouble."

Hearing that, Lathel nodded, feeling that Ryne really cared for him a lot: "Send my thanks to Ryne."

"Master knew you would say that, so she wanted to tell you... she will protect you like a real mother."

Lathel felt extremely warm when she heard those words. In fact, what Ryne did made him feel the warmth of a mother.

He was originally an orphan, and life on Earth was not easy. Even though he had a wife, she betrayed him, and in the end, he never felt the warmth of family.

However, this place is different. He really felt that everyone was very happy, warm, and always welcomed him.

But... there was one big problem... every maid looked at him with greed, and this made him feel a bit worried.

"Okay, I will..."

"Young master!" Suddenly, another maid hurriedly ran in front of him, interrupting his words: "Sorry for interrupting you, Young Master."

"Ah! It's okay, is something wrong?" Lathel was not angry. Looking at the expression of the maid, who had just appeared, he realised that something serious had happened.

"I... I can hardly speak; please go to the living room now, Young Master."

Lathel frowned, feeling a bit uneasy.

...

Living room.

Lathel hurried inside and saw Lusha sitting on the sofa. The wings behind her had disappeared, but her face still carried an extremely strange smile.

"Lusha... you... Nina... Nina!" Lathel was about to say something, but he was startled when he saw a large tray on the table.

On the tray was a Yordle lying, breathing weakly as if it were about to die; its body was full of wounds, and one of its hands was broken.

Lathel immediately recognised the Yordle as Nina, thanks to her hat and cloak.

He hurried to Nina's side and bowed her head to examine her body condition.

It was horrible, like she had just been subjected to the most horrifying torture methods.

"Lusha!" Lathel frowned at Lusha; his eyes had now lost composure: "What happened to Nina? She..."

"First, you need to calm down..." Lusha smiled and said: "I used magic to prolong her life. Luckily, she met me. If someone else had found her, I'm afraid she would be dead now."

Hearing that, Lathel breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed his head and said: "Thank you, Lusha. And... Sorry for being so loud. But can you tell me what happened?"

Lusha smiled and said: "I don't work for free..."

"How many gold coins do you need?" Lathel frowned.

"Do you think I'm poor?" Lusha shrugged, crossed her legs, and smiled: "What I need... is you."