Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 445 Illusions and Alchemy
After dragging the person out of the flower field, the person was on the verge of death.

Although the radish had restrained its force and there was a dense flower field below as a foundation, it was clear that this person's body had not been strengthened to an inhuman degree. The radish's sudden attack almost killed him.

Previously, the rabbi would have needed to rely on his limited medical knowledge to help treat the illness, but now, with his newly learned alchemy, the situation is much easier to manage.

Let the radish grab a handful of flowers, punch the injured internal organs of the opponent with force, paste the flowers and herbs on the internal organs, and then use this as a basis for refining.

By refining the flowers and plants into flesh and blood, the ruptured internal organs were repaired.

After the wound from this "pioneering surgery" is repaired in the same way, the person comes back to life.

The man was conscious, so the rabbi and the rabbi certainly didn't care whether he was in pain or not. Besides, they didn't have any anesthetic or other such good resources, so the man just had to endure it.

After the treatment, the person looked at their stuffed stomach in horror and repeatedly touched it to confirm that they were intact.

"Get up," the rabbi said coldly, looking down at him lying on the ground.

He looked at the rabbi in horror, but after considering the current situation, he calmed down considerably, perhaps because the pain from the treatment he had just received had calmed him down.

He shakily got up from the ground, his body still feeling weak and limp.

It seemed that some bones might have been broken in the fall, but since it wasn't a fatal injury, the rabbi naturally didn't have the mind to treat him.

However, he can handle this himself.

After reversing the process of refining the flowers and plants on his body back into normal flesh and blood, what was revealed was an ordinary middle-aged face.

Although he was wearing tattered clothes, his face was relatively clean, and there was nothing else particularly remarkable about him.

"I...I thought you were those bandits..." the man said weakly.

"Bandits?" Rabbi glanced at the corpse beneath the flower field. "Do you mean Durazon's army?"

The man nodded and said, "It's them."

He took a few deep breaths before he could suppress his emotions and continued, "The flower field was burned down by them. There was no reason, they just did it for fun. They trampled on it and then reduced it to ashes. And my home..."

Rabbi and Carrot followed him for a while and found a village not far from the flower field. To be precise, it was a former village.

Now there's nothing left but wreckage.

The village was also covered in flowers, and considering what was buried under the flower fields over there, it wasn't hard to guess what was buried under the flower fields on this side of the village.

In the entire village, only one house remained relatively intact, and it was obvious that this house had been repaired.

This was the man's residence.

The man invited them into his house, which was very simple, indicating that he did not live well. The rabbi noticed a black and white photograph on a small wooden table; it was a happy family photo of four people, one of whom was the man.

The fates of the other three family members—the man's wife and two children—needless to say.

This poorly repaired house shows only signs of recent life by one person.

"Although it's a bit late to say this, I'm sorry, I mistook your doll for someone else's. The military uniform it's wearing..." The man looked at Radish, who could barely squeeze through the door by bending over to the side.

“That was a general from Scallova who had been eliminated long ago,” Rabbi explained.

"I don't know these things, I'm sorry." The man bowed his head and apologized again.

Rabbi sighed. Expecting someone who doesn't know these things to be able to identify military uniforms is indeed a bit of a stretch; to most people, military uniforms all look pretty much the same.

“Beep…”

Radish herself accepted the other party's apology.

The man boiled water, brewed a pot of tea, and placed it on the table. A red glint flashed in the rabbi's eyes; he glanced at it, then casually picked up the teacup and drank it.

It's not a very good tea, but it has a strong flavor.

Setting down his teacup, Rabbi asked, "Where did you get your alchemy from? And what about that other thing on you, which you call a flower fairy?"

"You know alchemy?" the man asked, somewhat surprised.

“I’ve studied it,” the rabbi said succinctly.

After thinking for a moment, the man decided not to hide anything, as it was meaningless to him anyway: "My name is Ike Kuincaro, and my alchemy is a family tradition."

"Is your family a family of alchemists?"

“In fact, apart from some theoretical knowledge that is completely unusable, there are no alchemical families left. That kind of knowledge is almost lost in our family as well,” Ike said with a sigh. He got up and rummaged through the drawers and cabinets for a while before taking out an old book that looked like it could be torn to shreds with the slightest force.

“This is an ancestral alchemical manuscript.” The rabbi gently took it and carefully began to look through it.

Similar to the alchemy she read directly with her eyes, but slightly different from the literal meaning of "alchemy," it was more accurately described as "plant alchemy." The manuscript revealed that the early alchemists of the Kuincaro family researched how to transform inorganic materials like stones into plants to solve the food crisis.

Kuincaro's family came from the high plateau northwest of Scalovar, where the environment was not good, and the area was plagued by war, resulting in poor harvests and constant famine.

"So you are a descendant of the family who were lost to the outside world?"

“Starting with my grandfather, our branch of the family moved south. I’ve seen the letters my grandfather exchanged with some of our relatives back then. During the Scallovan Wars of unification, our family was affected and suffered a major blow, which led to our division. By my father’s time, we had come to New Mou. Because the Kabala royal family seemed to have some kind of prejudice against us, we didn’t choose to make a living in the city but instead lived in the village,” Ek said as he recalled.

“I’m the last one… but I have nothing left.” His eyes reddened.

Rabbi gave Ike some time to calm down and quietly looked through the manuscript.

After a moment, he asked, "You said there's only theory left, which is true. Even this surviving manuscript only contains vague research content and directions. Although some methods are recorded, the raw materials required for these methods are very vague. Trying to achieve that kind of alchemy by following this manuscript is pure wishful thinking."

She looked up at Ike: "So how did you do that?"

“It’s a flower fairy. With its help, I was able to use these alchemy techniques… but I can’t be sure if it’s alchemy or not anymore. There are no raw materials or any special settings. As long as I think about it, the alchemy happens out of thin air.” Ike said, glancing around.

“He must be looking for this,” Zheng Fan said, pointing to a potted plant by the window.

Ike saw it too, got up, went to the window, picked up the potted plant, and placed it in front of the rabbi.

To be honest, the rabbi didn't see anything.

"It's right here, but it's very weak. You must have done something..."

Rabi thought for a moment, then his eyes flashed red as he read the information in Ike's eyes and synchronized with it to get the scene he was seeing.

A dying flower shriveled listlessly on the potted plant, its petals pale, but Rabbi remembered that when Mr. Illusion had "eyeed" it before, it was a striking purplish-red.

It looks like she's lost too much blood.

It is moving; if you look closely, you can easily see slight undulations, just like the flower is breathing.

“When the mines in Hackchul were first developed, many people went there in search of the legendary riches, and my father and I were no exception. We didn’t find anything, and after a few years, my father brought me back. But after returning from there, I had a vague feeling that I might have unintentionally brought something back with me…”

Hackhill Mine!
Rabbi remained expressionless, but Zheng Fan and Luo Bo both sensed the fleeting turmoil in her heart.

“I saw a doctor, and the village doctor said it was just because of overwork. At first, I also fooled myself and thought I was just a little neurotic. It wasn’t until many years ago, after the Hackchow mine accident and the rumors of frequent abnormal events in the area around the mine, that I vaguely realized that what had followed me back might be related to those things.”

"You've been plagued by hallucinations for a long time, but you've never actually made contact with them. You're quite lucky. I wonder what kind of nature this hallucination is," Zheng Fan said from the side.

“Until those bandits came to the village, I lost everything. I was supposed to be killed by them too, but then I saw this flower… It claimed to be a flower spirit and could help me take revenge. It was with its help that I was able to use alchemy out of thin air. I killed some bandits who claimed to be under Durason’s command and even set up an ambush in the flower field… You all know what happened after that.”

After Ike finished speaking, he lowered his head deeply.

Perhaps influenced by his emotions, the flower regained some color and barely managed to lift its branch.

"Awake?" Rabbi asked abruptly upon seeing this.

The flower's wilted petals trembled, then silently bent down, as if trying to play dead.

"If you want to play dead, then go ahead and die."

The flower straightened up again.

Rabbi looked at Ike and said, "Just relay what it said to me."

Ike nodded.

Flower: "You can see me? But I can't sense any connection. You're using tricks to observe me... Damn, you smell like one of our own. Why didn't I notice it at first?"

Zheng turned his gaze away.

The interrelationship between hallucinations is quite sensitive. When Zheng Fan first met Binary Girl, there were even instances where he couldn't smell the scent clearly, while other hallucinations could smell Zheng Fan through Binary Girl.

This is also a drawback of Zheng Fan's habitual use of "advanced mode" to simulate his own human senses.

Therefore, Zheng Fan usually hides quite well when it's on the host. So it's normal that other hallucinations can't smell Zheng Fan.

There are pros and cons. The pro is that you won't be scared to death by other hallucinations while going out for a walk, but the con is that you'll be targeted by those same blind hallucinations again this time.

"Mind your own business what methods I use. Where are you from?" The rabbi didn't care about any of that and asked directly.

(End of this chapter)