Chapter 40: Assassination

As for breaking new ground, making history, and the like.

Gunie might have some interest, but not much.

What Gunie was more interested in was using secret pattern potions to enhance himself.

After pondering for a moment, Gunie looked back at Veya.

"Miss Veya, when you deliver supernatural materials to me, could you also send some seeds of supernatural medicinal herbs?"

"Seeds of supernatural medicinal herbs?" Veya was puzzled.

For supernatural medicinal herbs, most of the medicinal properties are concentrated in the herbs themselves.

The supernatural medicinal properties contained in seeds are often very little.

With little supernatural medicinal properties, extraction is quite laborious.

Therefore, seeds are mostly not used as raw materials for supernatural medicinal herbs.

"Are seeds of supernatural medicinal herbs important?" Veya looked at Gunie.

"Maybe they're useless, or maybe they could give me new inspiration for my research," Gunie said ambiguously.

"Mm, I understand. I'll add a batch of supernatural medicinal herb seeds to the first shipment. If they're useful, I'll send more later."

"Then I'll trouble Miss Veya."

"It's what I should do." Veya smiled warmly.

The reason Gunie wanted seeds of supernatural medicinal herbs

was that he recalled from his past life when he played many idle mobile games, he found that many idle games had functions like "farming."

With the gradual discovery of functions like "Adventure" and "Rebirth" in this idle system,

could there possibly be a "farming" function?

Gunie didn't know if it existed, but it was worth a try.

"Today's gains exceed my imagination. I'm afraid my teacher will be very happy when she finds out," Veya said with a smile on her face.

Indeed, this visit had yielded far more than she had imagined.

Originally, she thought he was just a pharmacist with relatively high talent.

Who would have thought that this young pharmacist possessed such high talent?

She glanced at the exquisite silver-white pocket watch for the time.

"It's just dinner time. Some signature dishes at the Merland Hotel are very good. Tonight, it's my treat!" Veya said lightly.

Since someone was treating, Old Cohen naturally wouldn't be polite.

"Gunie, go call Meirsa. I'll go outside and hail a carriage."

"Mm!" Gunie nodded.

He turned and walked along the stone staircase.

After entering the stairwell corner, Gunie rubbed his temples.

"Calling Meirsa—that girl is terrified of me."

After returning, Gunie had encountered Meirsa once.

And Meirsa's reaction made Gunie feel like he was a villain.

Since then, Meirsa had been avoiding Gunie.

Since Old Cohen had said so, he had no choice but to steel himself and go.

He arrived at the small side door on the second floor.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Gunie tried to make his knocking as gentle as possible.

After a moment,

"Click, click~"

The lock turned, the door opened, but the chain was still on.

Meirsa's very wary eyes peered through the small gap.

When she saw it was Gunie, her eyes showed less fear and more confusion.

"Is something the matter?" Meirsa asked cautiously.

"A guest is treating us to dinner. Dad asked me to come up and get you to join us. We're going to the Merland Hotel, the biggest hotel in Sog City."

"Mm." After thinking for a moment, Meirsa nodded slightly.

"I'll change clothes and come down."

Then she closed the door.

Looking at the closed red solid wood door,

"Oh? This girl isn't afraid of me anymore." Gunie frowned slightly and pinched his chin.

"Could it be... because the shackles of fate have been severed?"

"Hmm... come to think of it, that must be it."

"With those shackles severed, these past few days, I've gradually felt a sense of relief, as if I've broken free from some unknown bondage."

"Earlier, I thought it was because my body and blood were rapidly strengthening."

"Now it seems it's because the shackles of fate have been severed."

"This girl is very sensitive, with strong extrasensory perception, and she was very wary of me."

"But as I severed the shackles of fate, her fear of me has noticeably decreased."

Gunie quickly summarized based on Meirsa's behavior.

"Severing the shackles of fate can make it harder for enemies to obtain information about me through detection, spying, divination, calculation, and similar rituals; even if they obtain it, it will be ambiguous and imprecise, or the information will downplay my actual role and threat."

"At the same time, on a direct level, it can somewhat reduce the enemy's extrasensory wariness of me."

"My sense of presence and threat are weakened."

"When enemies pick on the weak, I won't be prioritized; when assessing threats, I become harmless."

"This... severing the shackles of fate... is really interesting!"

Gunie laughed.

...

In the small room,

dark and cold.

On the closed-curtain window balcony,

a flower bud, as thick as a baby's arm, about half a meter tall, with a tip the size of a normal adult male's fist, was tightly wrapped.

The human-faced flower had quietly grown in its pot, but had not yet bloomed.

Approaching the human-faced flower,

Meirsa gently stroked its bud, as if caressing her most beloved and closest person.

"Little flower, little flower, I feel his wariness of me has lessened, and even his threat to me is almost gone."

...

"What's happening..."

...

"He won't threaten me... Has he started to trust me?"

After a moment, Meirsa smiled, a bright and innocent smile.

"Little flower, little flower, I understand."

Then Meirsa opened the small wardrobe.

Among the few dresses she had, she began to choose.

...

Veya, herself a noble and a powerful supernatural aristocrat,

clearly had a far superior knowledge of fine food than ordinary people.

Many of the delicacies she ordered, Gunie had only seen in newspapers before.

A sumptuous dinner passed pleasantly amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

Unknowingly, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Splash, splash...

As night deepened, the rain grew heavier.

A large carriage stopped by the roadside at 155 Old Stone Street.

Gunie was the first to step out of the carriage.

"Gunie."

As soon as he got off, Gunie heard a slightly anxious voice.

"Huh?"

Gunie turned his head to look.

What met his eyes was a figure holding a black umbrella, interwoven with the rain curtain and dim yellow light.

Even in the dim light, Gunie recognized the person at a glance—it was "Aili."

"Aili, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Vaguely, Gunie sensed something was wrong.

"Come over here." Seeing people getting out of the carriage behind Gunie, Aili lowered her voice.

Seeing her grave expression, Gunie nodded.

In a corner, Aili said softly, in a voice only Gunie could hear,

"Lansier, she's dead."

"Dead?" Gunie's heart sank.

"How did she die? When?"

"Killed by assassination, this morning."

"Assassination? This morning?" In the darkness, Gunie's eyes narrowed, a fierce light flickering.

"At the same time..." Aili's voice was strained.

"Yulaier and Paul were also attacked."

"Though they didn't die, they were both seriously injured."

"I'm not sure about Hei Luo yet."

Yulaier, Paul.

If only Lansier had been assassinated, that would be one thing.

But Yulaier and Paul were also attacked.

Then the conclusion was obvious.

"It's that escaped Blood-Ear Elf. They're... retaliating against us." Gunie clenched his fist and said in a low voice.

Gunie had worried about this before, since those Blood-Ear Elves were extremely vengeful.

Their companion had been killed, and the treasure they obtained was very likely related to the Blood-Ear Elves.

It was highly probable that the escaped Blood-Ear Elf had reported this to their clan.

And now, it seemed that had indeed happened.

"Yes."

Aili was both angry and helpless.

"It's a pity I'm not strong enough, otherwise that guy would never have escaped."

"I've already told my father about the adventure."

"Father told me to go back to the old manor to lie low for a while. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"I can't reach Hei Luo for now. You need to be careful on your own."

"Mm." Gunie nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry about me. You need to be careful on the road."

"I know."

Aili sighed softly and turned toward the carriage.

After watching Aili board her family's private carriage,

Gunie stood under the eaves, staring at the pouring rain in the night, stunned for a moment.

Lansier, that flower-loving, sunny, and very kind girl, was dead just like that.

"Last gathering, you were the one who treated us," Gunie murmured softly.