The reaction was a bit unexpected. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yuffie narrowed his eyes and looked at Fael to make sure he wasn't joking, "You said Kratos was dead. When, where, and how did he die? ”

“…… Great、It was about three or two days ago. The man took several deep breaths in a row, trying to appear calm, "I heard that it was in a small alley at night...... I was still in Guild at the time, so I don't know exactly what happened. ”

Yuffie shook his head, this man was obviously not good at hiding things.

"The first thing you wanted to say was 'how do you know?' right, Fael?" She looked into the man's eyes and analyzed slowly and calmly, "You shouldn't be surprised if he dies outside and reaches your ears. In other words, not many people know about Kratos' death. ”

"Still, I'm sure you didn't kill him - that's my instinct." She softened her voice, "Tell me, Fael, what is the truth?" Maybe, I can help you. ”

"This ...... All right...... I know. Maybe it was the girl's attitude that made him feel trusted, or maybe he had been tense for the past few days, the man poured a big sip of tea and gave up continuing to cover up, "To be honest, I really don't know what's going on." I was just...... I went to his studio and met with him. He shook his head, his expression a little complicated, "Who knows, he ...... He died suddenly. ”

"Are you familiar with Kratos, Fael, why did he meet you?" Yuffie raised an eyebrow slightly, "Or is there some kind of deal between you." ”

"Only, just ordinary friends...... Of course, we're kind of trading, but I'd rather call it a collaboration. Fael sighed to himself, his words becoming fluent, "You know, he's a pharmacist. Not long ago, he made a batch of potions and asked me to sell them through the Guild - because I had some friendship and trust in him, I agreed. The day before yesterday, he asked me out to meet, and I thought he was going to talk about this, and he brought his recent income with him. ”

He swallowed and lowered his gaze, "But he told me to pack my bags and leave the city without contacting him again." I was just about to ask about it, but he suddenly collapsed on the table in front of him, unable to wake up no matter how much he tried. I really had no choice but to bury him overnight - I ...... I don't want that. ”

Her instincts told her that the man on the other side was still hiding something, though not too important. Yuffie let herself stop thinking about those for a while, and turned her attention to more important issues, "Do you have any more potions that he entrusted you to sell?" I'd like to take a look. ”

Fael hesitated for a moment, then nodded somewhat reluctantly. He fumbled under the counter for a while, then took out a small brown glass bottle and handed it to the girl.

Yuffie uncorked the bottle and smelled a familiar, sweet smell similar to the one she had drunk before—only a little lighter, mixed with a slight sourness.

Sure enough, this potion has something to do with Kratos. However, the original potion is obviously not suitable for sale, and perhaps this one has been improved in some way. She raised her head with a hint of inquiry, and met the slightly cramped man's gaze, "Do you know what the effect of this potion is?" ”

"Hmm...... Kratos said that it relaxes the mind, clears the mind, and speeds up the recovery of diseases and wounds. Fael struggled to remember, "I've had a few bottles...... It tastes good and is useful when you are sleepy. He gestured to the bottle in Yuffe's hand, "This...... I'll give you a try. ”

"Thank you." She nodded noncommittally, "So, who are the people who will come to buy these potions, and how many have you already sold?" ”

"Everybody. For example, the officials of the city hall who often stay up late to work, and some of Edda's followers. Fael muttered in a low voice, "Those Eda believers say that this thing is a "blessed wine" from the gods to strengthen the body and prolong life - I don't know where they heard the news, if only it could be believed." He shrugged, "So far, more than 1,300 bottles have been sold, and the selling price is two silver coins per bottle...... By the way, I'm just helping to sell, and I'm only getting paid one copper coin per bottle. ”

It's not cheap. A bottle of liquid is about the size of a few sips, and an ordinary citizen's daily income is probably less than a silver coin. Even if the net profit of each bottle is only half a silver coin, it is a lot of income together. So, is the purpose of Kratos really as simple as making money?

Yuffie could be sure that the real effect of this potion was by no means to sober the mind or prolong life. The potions taken by the Crow Knights transformed them into puppets that were easy to control, but still capable of fighting and casting spells. But even turning the inhabitants of an entire city into puppets will not be able to form a considerable combat power - let alone anyone with a little brain.

From the 'resurrection' of the Crow Knights to the 'Immortal Legions' within the Empire, it would seem like a joke to say that the men who helped in all of this only used this potion to earn money. There are several missing links in the current story, and Yuffie understands that the only thing that can be done to get a definite answer is to continue to look for more clues and proof.

"Take me to the place where you buried Kratos." She sorted out her thoughts, put away the potion Fael had given her, and said in an unquestioning tone, "Maybe he's just in a coma, and I can cure him." She didn't say she could resurrect the dead—that sounded unbelievable.

Fael's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, but he didn't immediately believe the girl's words. He frowned and thought about it for more than half a minute, poured the already cooled fruit tea down his throat, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You can't lie to me." He muttered.

He led Yuffie out of the Guild, locked the gates, hung up a sign that was temporarily closed, and walked through the streets of Winterfell to the edge of a sparsely populated neighborhood.

"This is the neighborhood." He looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of being seen, "Let me think about it...... This way, no...... That's right, I buried him here. ”

He walked over to an exposed piece of soil and pointed to one of them. Yuffie walked over and saw that there were indeed signs of a recent turnover.

"Leave it to me." She didn't look back, just whispered behind her, "I won't lie to you." ”