Chapter 33: Weiya

After a round of discussion.

Glancing at his pocket watch, Baron Tram donned his top hat, picked up his cane, and rose to take his leave.

Old Cohen, meanwhile, dispelled the runic wall constructed by the ritual spell and pulled open the blinds.

Sunlight streamed in once more, restoring a bit of warmth to the room.

Just as he opened the door,

Baron Tram seemed to recall something and asked, "I hear you've taken in another child?"

"Mm."

"Any issues?"

"I checked with a scrying ritual; nothing unusual."

"Just a talented child, nothing more."

"Mm. Understood."

Hearing Old Cohen's response, Baron Tram felt his question had been superfluous.

Ever since the fall and betrayal of 'Luo Lawrence' over a decade ago, which had stirred up a huge commotion within the 'Pioneer Corps,'

Old Cohen was likely far more vigilant than himself in the processes of 'seeking' and 'nurturing.'

Since he confirmed there was no problem, it probably meant there was none—he had been overthinking.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot."

With one foot already out the door, Baron Tram turned back to the tea table.

He took out five thick books.

Each one was as thick as two hands clasped together.

These books had hard covers of excellent material.

Just from the material, one could tell they were expensive.

"These are some new pharmaceutical theories from the 'White Tower of Longyu Mountain' Academy, along with fresh annotations on medicinal efficacy—quite novel and effective."

"Give them to that little fellow; they might help him."

"I'll pass them on to him." Old Cohen nodded.

"Mm!"

Only then did Baron Tram turn and leave.

...

Woo-woo~~

The arcane steam locomotive rumbled as it slowly pulled into 'Suge Ruins City Station.'

Wearing a black magic robe with red trim and sporting a head of golden curls, 'Weiya' carried her light orange handbag and, amid the surging crowd, stepped nimbly out of the carriage with her pet, a 'demon hound.'

The demon hound was a special breed passed down from the 'Dark Ages,' with a considerable history.

The demon hound was medium-sized, neither large nor small.

But its body was covered in black 'scales,' indicating its extraordinary bloodline power.

Moreover, its strength, speed, defense, and bone and life vitality far surpassed those of ordinary canine creatures.

The demon hound could be considered a semi-supernatural creature.

With formidable strength and loyalty to only one master for life, demon hounds were favored by some nobles.

As soon as she stepped off the train, Weiya frowned slightly.

The air was filled with the faint, pungent smell of burned magic coal, which made her somewhat uncomfortable.

"Woof woof!"

The demon hound seemed to complain about the poor air quality as well, barking twice in a low but dignified tone.

Weiya crouched down and gently rubbed the demon hound's head with her gloved hand.

"Alright, Xiao Ke, the teacher sent me here early not to enjoy a comfortable environment, but to contact that young pharmaceutical genius and confirm that he truly possesses unparalleled talent in pharmacy."

"At the same time, protect him discreetly."

"Woo-woo~~"

The demon hound, 'Xiao Ke,' whimpered a few times.

As she followed the crowd out of the train station and onto the spacious Suge Station Square,

several gazes had already converged on Weiya from the hidden corners of the buildings on both sides.

An elegantly dressed foreign noble lady like her was a prime target for many thieves and pickpockets.

A boy of twelve or thirteen, dressed in tattered clothes, limped quickly toward her.

"Sister..." the ragged boy called out weakly.

Before Weiya could react,

"Woof woof..."

The demon hound let out a low, rumbling growl.

Though it sounded like a dog, it carried the menace of a terrifying creature.

The ragged boy was startled to a halt five meters away, his legs trembling uncontrollably as an irrepressible fear took root in his heart.

"Ah..."

With a scream, the boy clutched his head and fled in panic toward a hidden corner.

Even after hiding in the corner, the boy's body still trembled, the fear of death's threat pounding against his mind.

Weiya remained indifferent to this scene.

The boy who had mistaken her for a noble lady and rashly approached had already paid the price.

Crossing the square and reaching the roadside, Weiya's eyes swept over a group of students, most of whom wore robes and cloaks, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

These students were boarding carriages one after another.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on a boy in a black top.

"Such a strong scent of blood."

Murmuring softly to herself, Weiya casually hailed a carriage, picked up the demon hound, and climbed in.

The carriage sped forward.

"Did you sense it too?" Weiya whispered, stroking the demon hound Xiao Ke.

"Woof woof..." the demon hound replied.

"Such intense blood energy—a vampire? Or a blood demon servant?"

"Though the weather is overcast, there's still some sunlight; vampires wouldn't dare walk around so openly."

"Blood demon servants, those who can't easily control their bloodlust and killing urges, probably not either."

"Or perhaps some other supernatural profession? Interesting." Weiya smiled lightly.

Watching the carriage carrying the noble lady in the robe and cloak, holding the demon hound, disappear into the distance,

Gunie finally withdrew his gaze after a long while.

"A powerful supernatural?"

"That demon hound's bark must be some kind of fear-based soul attack—not strong, but enough to leave those petty thieves with an unforgettable experience."

Rubbing his temples, Gunie boarded a carriage waiting in front of him.

"Old Stone Street, 155."

...

Old Stone Street, 155.

Stepping off the carriage and looking at the familiar street and house number, Gunie felt a warmth rise in his heart.

In the supernatural wasteland, crossing mountains and ridges, always on guard, jumping at every rustle—it was exhausting both mentally and physically.

Now that he was back, he could rest easy for a while.

In his spare time, he could read pharmaceutical books or brew some potions—life would be quite pleasant.

As soon as he opened the door, Gunie saw Old Cohen sitting on the living room sofa.

At that moment,

Old Cohen, with his graying hair, sat very upright.

His slightly clouded eyes regarded Gunie, who had opened the door, with a hint of wariness.

When he saw it was Gunie,

a flicker of surprise crossed Old Cohen's face.

"Papa Cohen!" Gunie spoke first.

"Come sit!" Old Cohen gestured to Gunie.

"You... became a supernatural? Your blood aura is so strong?"

As soon as Gunie sat down, Old Cohen spoke softly.

Gunie had just been debating whether to confess to Old Cohen.

Now it seemed he had worried for nothing—Papa Cohen had seen through it directly.

"Mm!"

Gunie recounted the entire adventure team's experience from start to finish.

Of course, he naturally omitted certain things that shouldn't be mentioned.