abnormal mutation

Chapter 21 This medicine... is so white

"Hehe." Yulia chuckled twice and handed him the jar of ordinary wound medicine. "Here, take this. When you get back, be careful to keep warm, don't take a bath, and avoid the wound when you're drying yourself. Come again next Sunday, and that should be enough."

"Thank you." Upon hearing that he had to come again, Roland felt a chill run down his spine, but he could only express his gratitude in advance.

"Go on, I'm going to sleep now." With that, she wiped her hands with a towel, left the mess on the floor, and threw herself onto the bed.

“Uh…” Roland looked at the white expanse on the bed and suddenly felt that the room was very hot. He coughed lightly, “I… brought two white-crested snow chickens.”

Yulia rolled over, pulled the blanket over herself, and mumbled, "You're so kind, stay. We're family, no need to be so polite next time."

"..." Roland's mind went blank. He wondered if there was something wrong with his expression. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to start. Moreover, he seriously suspected that this woman was doing it on purpose.

He stood there for a few seconds, then decided to shut up. He'd gotten a great deal today; giving away two snow chickens wasn't a loss. He consoled himself for a while, but the sting of the pain just wouldn't go away.

He crumpled up his blood-stained shirt and put it aside, then grabbed a towel from the floor to tidy up the room, cleaned the instruments and put them in his tool bag, stuffed the trash into his shirt, and wiped away as much dirt as possible with the towel.

After a quick clean, he picked up his shirt and towel, which were wrapped in trash, and quietly closed the door and went downstairs.

As soon as he came down the stairs, he saw a short, furtive figure dart onto a deck chair with lightning speed, lie down on it, and pretend to be asleep with his eyes closed.

"Scholar, you're quite skilled," Roland said irritably.

This strange man is probably eavesdropping on what's going on upstairs, and is probably waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Ah, that was a good night's sleep." The strange man pretended to have just woken up, his acting clumsy. He looked up and saw Roland, feigning surprise, "Eh, Mr. Roland, you've finished your business?"

"Heh..." Roland chuckled coldly, ignoring him, and put on his fur coat. Then he placed the basket containing the snow chicken at the bottom of the stairs. The rising heat prevented the chicken from melting too quickly due to the floor temperature.

"Scholar, this is the white-crested snow chicken for Julia. It's here."

"Mr. Roland, you can rest assured that you've left it to me." The strange man patted his chest, his smile exaggerated.

"Thank you." Roland noticed the change in the strange man's address and silently increased the level of how difficult Julia was to deal with.

After all that fuss, it was already mid-afternoon, and he was starving. He needed to get something to eat quickly.

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"Moonlight Spider Silk Frost".

At the Rose Cross Pharmacy, the big-headed monster sniffed around the places Roland had been, looking like a giant black rat, with a hint of disbelief on his face.

"Giving this to a commoner kid is insane."

With a loud thud, the strange man seemed to be hit by a huge force, flying off the recliner and crashing heavily onto the floor, howling in pain for a long time before he could get up.

At the top of the stairs, Yulia, her cloak covering her body, retracted her whip, her pretty face carrying a hint of coldness: "I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I think you really want to die!"

"Master, spare my life, spare my life! I won't do it again!" The strange man lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over.

"Dare not? Who let that hunter in last time? You seem pretty bold." Yulia shook her head slightly, tossed out a vial of potion, the dark red liquid swirling inside the glass tube. "Drink it!"

The big-headed monster dared not resist, and with trembling hands, he grabbed the potion and, steeling his heart, poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

"Ah—" A shrill scream pierced through the wall and echoed through the streets of Taipei, causing the surrounding crowd to quickly move away.

The strange creature howled and writhed, tearing at its own skin until it bled profusely, as if something inside it was about to burst forth. Yulia watched quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips. She turned and picked up the basket containing the snow chicken, walking step by step back to the second-floor living room.

The glass windows on the south wall of the second floor are very transparent, allowing you to look over the low wall and overlook the crooked Seal Avenue.

On the street, a tall, thin figure was carrying a medicine jar, walking south along the avenue. His back was straight as a sword, and his blue-gray hair gleamed with a metallic sheen.

"That aura is very much like that of a creature from the spirit world, but it's not a nightmare. What could it be?" Yulia stared at the figure from behind, looking puzzled.

Suddenly, the figure turned around sharply, glancing behind them.

Yulia darted behind the wall before her gaze could lock on her: "Such amazing perception, almost comparable to spiritual sense. How could someone like that not have talent?"

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Sea Dog Avenue.

Roland was convinced that someone was watching him, but after searching around several times, he found no suspicious people.

'Could it be those guys from the White Bear gang?'

After he showed up, White Bear must have known the plan had failed, so sending people to keep an eye on him was normal procedure. Moreover, White Bear Labor Service Company's headquarters was located at the northeast gate of the town, just a wall away from Taipei City.

There is also a Polar Bear station in Ximen Donggang, but there is no one there now. They will only enter when the fish market is open.

'So many things to think about, let's eat first.' Roland walked south along the street with the ointment in his arms, but Yulia's figure and that basket of chicken kept appearing in his mind.

As we approached the square, the area was bustling with people and noise.

Roland joined the crowd and discovered that various chambers of commerce were recruiting. But it was only February, and in previous years, the chambers of commerce would gather at least until May or June—it was still a long way off.

The four main economic pillars of Glacier Town are: snowfield fur, glacial fishing, polar fat-tailed sheep, and hexagonal crystal. Sheep and crystal production are stable and not significantly affected by seasonal changes.

It's not peak fishing season right now, so it must be related to winter hunting. Roland thinks the news of the imperial nobles coming to Ice River Town is probably accurate, and on a large scale. The major merchant guilds are definitely eager to get a piece of the action.

The U-shaped building complex to Roland's right, adjacent to the square, is the Chamber of Commerce's headquarters. It is provided by the town government, and the Chamber of Commerce can use it for free if it pays its taxes. The accounting is done once a year.

Across from the Chamber of Commerce's headquarters is an irregularly shaped cluster of buildings, mostly hotels, taverns, and other entertainment venues. It is said to also have a hot spring bath, which is expensive and generally only caters to distinguished guests, hence it is jokingly referred to as the "VIP area."

Both building complexes were bustling with activity. Roland could see stonemasons, carpenters, and workers cleaning and repairing houses. The ground and rooftops were spotless, without a trace of snow. Several two- or three-story buildings were decorated in bright colors, standing out from the surrounding environment.

'Hmph, what a waste. We'll be in trouble if another blizzard hits.' Roland thought disdainfully. It seems that every world needs vanity projects.

However, he also envied the lives of the rich. Yulia's room left a deep impression on him. If he ever had money, he would definitely upgrade his own house first.

'I'll change into something more presentable,' he thought, 'but never mind, staying sturdy and warm is more important.'

He planned to try his luck in the snowy plains after he recovered from his injuries, save some money to live in the warm south, and slowly seek opportunities to step into the extraordinary.

With Grandma Mia at the orphanage and her amazing niece, it's bound to fall. The original owner took herself too seriously, simply trying to endure hardship and shoulder responsibility without any real responsibility.

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