Forcibly invoking the power from the first rain in the body is also not an easy thing for the mage. After all, Cheese doesn't have the slightest faith in the source of power, and if it weren't for the acquiescence of the other party, it would be impossible to succeed in stealing the power of high-ranking existence. However, what hurts the mage more than physical weakness comes from the spirit.

Cheese looked at the corpse that had fallen in front of his eyes, the corpse of the man who had once been the chief apothecary of the Greylion Kingdom. His last words before dying still echoed in the mage's ears, and in his thirst for knowledge, this man was no less than Cheese, and being able to be the chief pharmacist also showed that he had never slackened on the road of exploration. It can be said that the personality of this pharmacist is so close to that of mages, but the different growth environment has given them completely different lives.

An emotion never before crept through Cheese's heart, and the mage didn't know what it was, perhaps pity or sadness. If it were an ordinary person, he could still attribute this tragedy to fate, but Cheese was not, as a spellcaster, he did not believe in fate. Shaking his head, being controlled by emotions was not what a pretentious and calm spellcaster should do. The mage stopped paying attention to the corpse and turned to Ciel's side.

The female doctor lies limply on the workbench, and interestingly, although her body is facing up, her face is facing the direction of the workbench. Such an injury would undoubtedly be dead on a human, but is that true for a Dementor? Cheese pulled Ciel's upper body up from the workbench to make it easier to do the rest of the work.

The Dementor's body was surprisingly light, and even the exhausted mage didn't have any difficulty pulling her, and she seemed to have no bones, and the flexibility of her entire body was astonishing. After adjusting the female doctor's position, the mage gently unbuttoned the back of her mask. Originally, this action required a hand to reach behind Ciel's head, but now that the Dementor is in shape, Cheese has saved this effort.

The crow mask fell onto the workbench, and the mage's two hands carefully groped the female doctor's neck under her long hair, searching for misplaced bones. For Cheese, the structure of the human body was already well known to him when he was less than ten years old, and although Graytower's education advocated teaching students according to their aptitude, these basic things were something that every apprentice must master.

Soon, the mage found the most seriously damaged cervical vertebrae, and it was not difficult to bring the cervical vertebrae back, but the difficult thing was how not to cause secondary damage to the dense nerves and body tissues in the neck during the alignment process. Cheese mentally constructed the shape of Hill's neck through the tactile sense of his hands, and then began the calculation through a large amount of dissection experience, and when a certain calculation met the mage's requirements and was indeed possible, Cheese moved.

"Click" With a crisp sound, the female doctor's head returned to its original position. And this also makes Ciel's face under the mask appear in front of Cheese's eyes. It was a flat face, without any human organs, not the eyes, nose, or mouth. It's like a doll that hasn't been decorated yet.

Ordinary people would be surprised to see this terrifying face. However, for the mage, he already knew what the Dementors looked like, and seeing Ciel's true appearance at this time was just a common thing for him.

"Hmm......" As the head was straightened, a low moan began to emanate from the female doctor's face, which had no facial features. Hearing this, the mage knew that Dementors were not creatures that could die so easily. A few seconds later, the body, which had been like a dead corpse a moment ago, was full of vitality again.

"I remember my head being broken behind my back. These were the first words Ciel said after being reborn, and judging from her calm tone, she was still very calm about being rescued by Cheese. But then, when her hand subconsciously wanted to hold her forehead, she finally found that her mask had been removed at some point.

"What did you do?" the Dementor's tone was cold, and the anger contained in it was as strong as if it were about to materialize. It was a shame for them to be seen, and even those they served sincerely had no right to order them to take off their masks, let alone Cheese, a wizard who only had a partnership.

However, in the face of the angry female doctor, Cheese's expression was still indifferent, and his thoughts were completely unfocused on the little things in front of him. Rather than respecting the Dementors' privacy, he wanted to know why the Chief Apothecary had gotten to where he was today. So he just said lightly after confirming that Hill was normal.

"Save you. ”

After that, the mage stopped talking to the Dementors. The red light in the workshop was obviously not used to illuminate humans, and perhaps it was a suitable light source in the eyes of the nezumi, but in order to see every detail of the place, Cheese had to use the little magic he had left to create a lighting tool for himself. The gray aphosphorite found in the gray robes, and the oil lamp that rolled to the ground during the battle seemed to be a good combination.

On the other side, Ciel was furious, but she didn't lose her mind, and she quickly realized that what the wizard said was not wrong. After putting the mask back on, the female doctor's mood gradually calmed down. It was around this time that the mage found what he was looking for from a dark compartment on the walls of the workshop.

It was a heavy book with an oak skin, and the pages were covered with sticky notes that only the book's owner would understand. Judging by the family crest above, this book belongs to the chief pharmacist. Also as a researcher, Cheese didn't need to open it to know that it was undoubtedly the other person's experiment log. And if he guesses correctly, many of his questions will be answered in this journal.

At that moment, the mage raised his hand and swept a small piece of space on the workbench that was large enough to visit the log, opened the journal and began to read it. Seeing this, the Dementor also walked up to Cheese to see what was written in the book. Unfortunately, the mage's reading speed is so fast that Hill often hasn't finished reading two lines before Cheese is ready to turn the page. So the female doctor quickly gave up on this plan and began to use her knowledge of pharmacology to analyze other pharmaceutical materials in the workshop.

This workshop is not very large, and if this is the full view of the fourth floor of the Apothecary Guild compared to the third floor, then the space here is only a quarter of the size of the previous floor. In addition, the various experimental equipment and samples placed here take up most of the space, and it can be seen that there is not much room left for people to walk here. And among these utensils and samples, the female doctor quickly discovered something interesting.

"It's... Plague Elixir?" The Dementor said with some surprise as he pulled out a flask of what looked like the Plague Seed he had intercepted in One-Eye's hand.