On the Ark.

“No, quite a lot. First of all, the ‘L-type reagent’ doesn’t borrow from any existing pharmaceutical products; it’s entirely, well… patented.” Warfarin turned to Kal’tsit halfway through her sentence. “By the way, the patent bonus… I remember it was quite substantial, wasn’t it?”

Kal'tsit couldn't help but facepalm: "Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged. You should finish what you have to say first."

"I was just mentioning it casually." Warfarin smiled, then looked at Lin Ye again. "As for the potions themselves, they are also unique. Although neither can completely cure Oripathy, the 'Life Series' potions mainly increase a person's immunity and resistance, while the 'L-type potion' devours the virus in the patient's body, so their effects are completely different."

Lin Ye was puzzled: "Eating up the virus inside the patient's body? Isn't that curing Oripathy?"

“What you said is indeed correct,” Warfarin nodded and said, “Oripathy will naturally be cured once all the viruses in the patient’s body are eliminated. But there is still a very important problem that has not been solved, and that is… the dosage. Because the ‘L-drug’ comes from the ‘L-cells’ in your body, but so far I have not found a way to cultivate ‘L-cells’, and the number of viruses that the ‘L-cells’ can engulf in each vial of the reagent is very limited… In other words, if all the blood in your body were drained and then made into the ‘L-drug’, it would indeed be able to completely cure one or two patients with severe infections, but the price would be that you would also die.”

Chapter 406 The Black Angel (3K)

Warfarin's words really startled Lin Ye, but with Kal'tsit's additional explanation, he roughly understood some of it.

"It doesn't seem like a big deal," Lin Ye said. "I don't necessarily have to drain all the blood at once, do I? Can't I just take it slow? That way, I'll only save a few people a year."

Warfarin nodded: "That's true. But as a drug, its potency and production volume are far from adequate. Not only can it not be sold as a medicine... but the world can't even know that such a drug exists. I've already told you the specific reasons last time. Things are valued for their scarcity, and when it comes to life and death, it's not just about being 'expensive'."

“That’s right.” Kal’tsit also spoke up. She looked at Lin Ye and said slowly, “That’s why we called you here. Dr. Lin Ye, Warfarin should have told you last time not to tell anyone that you have ‘L cells’ in your blood. Even within Rhodes Island, you need to keep it a secret.”

Lin Ye wasn't stupid; he knew the seriousness of the situation. He wouldn't risk his life, so even if someone held a knife to his throat, he would never speak. Silence might just mean being slashed, while speaking might mean being drained of blood. Between the two options, he felt the first was easier for him to accept.

but……

Kal'tsit noticed the hesitation on Lin Ye's face, frowned slightly, and asked, "Is there something you're worried about?"

Lin Ye turned to look at Kal'tsit, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Can't I tell anyone?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, how should I put it, I was thinking..."

"Use 'L-type' on Liz?" Kal'tsit said, "To completely cure her Oripathy?"

Lin Ye was shocked: "How did you know?"

“You’ve written your thoughts on your face,” Kal’tsit said calmly. “And I guessed you’d say that. If you had a potion that could completely cure Oripathy, I believe you would have given it to Liz directly.”

Lin Ye chuckled awkwardly, realizing his thoughts had been read. "After all, Liz is the infected person I know best, and her infection level is quite high, isn't it? Even her nerves are being compressed."

Kal'tsit nodded: "You're right. Liz's condition is considered very serious even on the island. Although it's not the most serious, and her condition has stabilized, it's still not optimistic."

Lin Ye was overjoyed: "So you've agreed?"

Kal'tsit shrugged: "I didn't say that. You should ask Warfarin."

Before she could finish speaking, Warfarin's voice rang out: "What are you thinking? Of course not."

Lin Ye looked at Warfarin, puzzled, and asked, "Why?"

"You're a doctor, and you don't even know such a simple principle?" Warfarin sighed. "How can you use a drug that's still under development on a patient? We only know that 'L-type' can indeed devour the mineral virus, but we don't know what the specific side effects will be. If something goes wrong, do you want to save Liz or kill her?"

Lin Ye was speechless at Warfarin's accusations: "I never said I wanted Liz to use the 'L-type' from the experiment. I just hoped that after a stable drug was produced, we could..."

Warfarin interrupted Lin Ye directly: "That's still a long way off. You're worrying about this way too early."

Lin Ye thought about it and realized it was indeed a bit early.

“And I have a lot of other problems right now,” Warfarin said. “Your blood volume is the biggest problem, but not the only one. To be honest, I still don’t know where 'L cells' come from, or why only you have them? Even Skadi doesn’t have them.”

"Skadi doesn't have one?"

Kal'tsit nodded: "I have Skadi's blood sample. Although she is also special, she doesn't have cells that can engulf the virus. So far, the 'L' cell is unique to your body. Unless we find the next original human and obtain his blood sample."

Warfarin clapped her hands: "I think we can give it a try. If we can find seventeen or eighteen original humans, I think my research will progress much faster."

Kal'tsit said calmly, "Then you can think about it. I don't even remember where there are any original humans left. In my memory, most of those who look like original humans are just subhumans whose bloodlines are not pure enough. As for the real original humans, the only one I know so far is Lin Ye."

“We still need to look for it,” Warfarin said. “What if we can find it?”

“I understand, leave this to me,” Kal'tsit said. “You just need to focus all your energy on the research.”

“I knew you’d say that. I don’t really care anymore, but there’s still one problem.” Warfarin looked at Lin Ye. “Developing ‘L-type’ has already used up all the blood he gave me. And to perfect ‘L-type’, we need to conduct more experiments and need more blood. To be frank, even if we drained all his blood, it wouldn’t be enough to meet the needs of the experimental samples, not to mention the series that will follow.”

Kal'tsit frowned slightly: "What are you trying to say?"

Warfarin licked her lips: "If it were you, you'd know what I'm trying to say, right?"

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, then said, "Not for now, and you know why."

Warfarin shrugged. "Okay, if you can, please let me know."

Kal'tsit hummed in agreement, but Lin Ye was completely baffled by their conversation. What was this? Were they playing riddles? This was too much!

"Oh, right, Dr. Lin." Warfarin seemed to remember something and turned to look at Lin Ye, "I heard you don't have the ability to use Originium Arts?"

The sudden change of topic made Lin Ye a little unhappy, but he didn't show it. He just nodded and said, "Yes, my Originium adaptability is very low, so I can't use Originium Arts."

“I understand, this is the effect of the ‘L cells’ in your body.” Warfarin nodded, then smiled. “But I have an idea that might allow you to successfully use Originium Arts.”

Lin Ye looked at Warfarin with some surprise.

Kal'tsit immediately frowned: "Warfarin, don't talk nonsense."

“I’m not making this up, Kal’tsit, you should understand, right?” Warfarin said slowly. “Originium Arts is one of the most powerful forces in the world, but also one of the most dangerous. Just like how the more skilled a person is in Originium Arts, the more susceptible they are to infection, after all, Originium is not a safe thing. But Dr. Lin doesn’t need to worry about this problem at all. In other words, as long as the problem of Originium adaptability is solved, theoretically speaking, he can use the power of Originium without any worries.”

……

Late at night, on the outskirts of Longmen, in a secluded, dirty little bar.

Seven or eight Lupo thugs kicked open the bar door, supporting each other as they stormed in, shouting loudly. The bar owner glanced up at the thugs and immediately felt a strong smell of alcohol wafting towards him, causing his brows to furrow tightly. He dared not say anything, knowing that Lupo thugs were the most difficult to deal with, and besides, being in the suburbs, there were no Guard Bureau agents patrolling the area.

He could only pray that these drunken thugs wouldn't smash up his bar, otherwise things would really get complicated.

"Boss! Bring me some beer, the best beer!" the leader of the Lupo thugs shouted.

How could I possibly have the best liquor here? Especially beer, he didn't even know what the best beer was. But since the thugs had asked, he'd just go and get it. Of course, he wouldn't take anything fancy, because he figured the thugs couldn't afford it. Luckily, there was a case of cheap beer in the kitchen that was about to expire, he'd just use that to get by.

As he turned around, he glanced at the female customer sitting alone in the corner drinking and suddenly felt a little worried.

"What are you looking at!" the thug roared. "Aren't you going to get the wine?"

The bar owner had no choice but to pray that the thugs wouldn't target the female customer in the corner before turning to get more drinks. He quickened his pace as much as possible and returned in less than a minute, but when he came back and saw the eight thugs already surrounding the female customer, his heart sank.

A beautiful woman with blue hair was sitting alone in a corner, drinking, when she was spotted by a group of thugs. The leader of the thugs plopped down next to her, put his arm around her shoulder, and touched her cheek with his other hand, saying with a grin, "Hey, little girl, drinking alone is no fun, why don't you come home with me?"

"Boss, she's an angel." One of the thugs noticed the halo above the girl's head. Although he didn't know why it looked a little dim, he didn't care and said with a grin, "An angel."

"Wow, it's an angel!" The leader of the thugs became even more excited. "Miss Angel, where's your Guardian Gun? Can you show it to me? Actually, I have a Guardian Gun too. Let's see if yours is longer or mine, hahaha."

All the thugs laughed.

Seeing this, the bar owner sighed softly, and then moved the bottles he had taken out back in.

Anyway, these thugs won't get any drinks.

The girl, who was being held by one of the thugs, slowly finished the drink in her glass, then turned to look at the thug leader, a smile appearing on her beautiful face.

"Okay," the girl said with a smile. "What I like most is drinking with people."

……

……

Author's BB: +1 chapter owed, -1 chapter owed, still owes 21 chapters.

By the way, the big bookshelf is coming tomorrow, and the illustrations I commissioned from the artist can finally be released.

Chapter 407 The Secretly Left-Behind Potion (3K)

Five minutes later, the bar owner looked at the bar that had been completely transformed and couldn't help but shake his head.

Because apart from the blue-haired girl, no one else in the room was still standing; the Lupo thugs lay sprawled across the bar. More than half were unconscious, and the rest, even those who were awake, were too injured to get up. For example, their leader, Kado, despite being the purest-blooded and strongest among them, was also defeated by the girl in the blink of an eye.

But what he didn't understand was why the girl, who was clearly a Lateran, wasn't using a Guardian Gun, but rather...

"You guys," the girl's leisurely voice rang out, "with this little skill, you dare to try and pick up girls?"

Covered in blood, Kado struggled to lift his head and saw the girl standing before him, looking down at him with a half-smile, holding a black staff. The spell she had just cast on them had been released from this black staff; Kado had never seen such a spell before. In an instant, it had immobilized everyone present, rendering them completely unable to move, and ultimately leading to their easy defeat.

Kado had never seen an angel who used magic.

The girl raised her staff and used it to lift Kado's chin, then let out a soft "Eh?": "Are you really a Lupo? You seem so weak."

The girl's words filled Kado with immense humiliation. He desperately wanted to rise and fight her to the death to uphold the dignity of the Lupo tribe. However, he couldn't. Firstly, his current injuries prevented him from doing so, and secondly, he was acutely aware that his strength was nowhere near the girl's; from the very beginning, he had chosen the wrong target.

"Alright, Mostima," the bar owner's slightly exasperated voice came through, "what kind of mess are you trying to make of my bar? How many times has this happened already?"

“Probably the third time? Or the fourth time?” Mostima turned his head and smiled at the bar owner. “I can’t quite remember.”

"I don't believe your memory is that bad."

“Ah, my memory has never been very good… Well, well, if you count this time, it’s five times. But there’s nothing I can do about it, I’ve never been good at refusing other people’s requests.” Mostima slowly put down her staff, and Kado immediately lowered his head as well. “I was forced into it too. In the end, it’s because your bar is too chaotic, boss.”

Mostima slung the black staff behind her back, binding it to another white staff, and then walked towards the bar owner. The bar owner sighed softly, then handed her a glass of pre-mixed juice. Mostima took the juice, drank it with a grin, and then showed a satisfied expression.

"Thanks, boss," Mostima said with a smile.

"If you really want to thank me, then don't come back next time," the boss said.

Why say such hurtful things?

"Because you're too eye-catching. Every time you come here, you cause me a lot of trouble."

“Don’t say that. I’ve always made amends properly,” Mostima said. “It’s never my fault, but I still made amends. Aren’t I already a very good customer?”

The boss looked at Mostima and said, "The compensation you received is enough for you to spend a week at the best bar in Lungmen, so why did you come here?"

"Maybe it's because your juice is really good. I'm not sure exactly why, but I always feel that thinking things through too much makes things meaningless." Mostima downed the juice in his glass, then put the glass down, took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, placed them on the counter, and smiled at the owner, saying, "Thank you for your hospitality."

The shopkeeper didn't take the money immediately, but instead asked, "How long are you going to stay in Longmen this time?"

"I don't know."

"So, are you home now?"

"No."

"Isn't Lungmen your home?" the shopkeeper raised an eyebrow and asked. "Or do you still consider Laterano your home?"

"Neither."

“…Hmm, I understand now.” The boss nodded. “I’ve encountered a messenger of natural disasters before, and he told me that a messenger is someone who considers this world their home.”

Mostima laughed out loud: "I didn't know you could say such poetic things, boss."