"Summer Month, Thirty-Sixth:

The pain in my chest returned, and I couldn't sleep last night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I can't stop coughing when I wake up in the morning, and my sputum is blackened and bloodshot.

I'm a pharmacist, and I know I'm hopeless, and I don't know how long I'll be able to hide them.

The empire hasn't been peaceful lately, and if I'm gone, how will they live in peace—I just hope I can hold on a little longer.

I have to do something before I die."

"Autumn Moon, 17th:

I was commissioned to make a potion and promised a decent payment.

With this money, if they save some, they can live in peace for at least a few years.

The recipe for the potion was provided by the other party, and I was able to make it, but I couldn't guess the exact effect.

Drugs can be used for good or evil, in the hope that what I do, will not hurt innocent people.

For some reason, I can't write down the client's name, sorry."

"Autumn Moon, Fiftieth:

After many trials and improvements, the first batch of potions was made, and I finally learned about its effect from the client.

Open spirits, build networks with souls – it sounds a little hard to believe, but it's not an exaggeration.

The possibilities are endless, and I knew that when I first started studying. The person who created this recipe was supposed to be a more powerful potions master than me.

I personally gave the potion to the person designated by the client and told him how to use the potion.

It was a terrible man, and I seemed to be stepping into a world that wasn't mine, but I had no way out.

The client gave me a modified recipe and told me that I could make and sell it myself without having to pay him anything in return.

He also said that I could take this new potion, which would not cure my ailment, but would alleviate the pain and delay the time of death.

I don't know why he cares so much about me, but what else can I fear when I'm dying."

"Winter Moon, 23rd:

The second batch of potions was completed.

I took a dose of it myself, and the pain that had been bothering me for a long time was much lessened, and it seemed that I could barely sleep well tonight.

The potions will be sold to the inhabitants of the city at a later date by the Guild. I'm probably making mistakes, but I'm not going to stop.

I gave them half of my previous pay, and they didn't look happy. Maybe I'm not doing enough.

At least save enough money for them to live on for 10 years, and then our children should grow up."

"Winter Moon, 26th:

Fael from "Guild" took good care of me, and he was a very good person who was willing to lend a helping hand to me like this.

He was responsible for most of the sale of the potions, but he received only a small fee.

I have nothing to repay to him, but to let him join me in the evil, if it is evil.

If one day, someone will be punished and punished, let me be that person."

"Winter Month, Thirty-Ninth Day:

Heard some rumors from the city.

The medicine I made was used as a blessed medicine for Edda, and it began to circulate among His followers.

This can't be Fael's idea, I'm afraid it has something to do with the black-robed man I've ever met, or the client who gave me the formula.

I have to admit that my medication is selling more because of these rumors.

The body began to weaken and ache, presumably the effect of the drug subsided again. I must continue to drink it in order to sustain this broken body for every day."

"Winter Month, Forty-Seventh:

He seemed to be in a coma for a while, unable to remember what had happened before that.

Is it related to the medications I drink? Or is my time of death near?

It's been dozens of days since I've seen Karin and Lilia, and I miss them so much.

I'm afraid they'd rather forget about me. I'm such a useless person after all."

"Winter Month, 65th:

I'm probably going to die. May God bless me."

The journal ends here—two days earlier, the day Kratos had made an appointment with Fael.

Yuffie stared at the last line of the manual. Or they have been suffering from illness for too long, and the mood when they write is not calm, and the handwriting is sloppy and chaotic.

She had considered many possible reasons, but for now, Kratos was just an ordinary potions master - a profession with its dangers, but the rewards and opportunities still attracted many people to join it.

For the sake of his own desires and everything he couldn't let go, he was willing to cooperate with Cullen, or the unidentified client. It's just that until he died, he couldn't understand what he really did.

She sighed and tucked the manual into her fanny pack. Kratos's diary explains at least some of the doubts, and there may be more hidden in the manual that is worth taking back and looking at carefully. She rummaged through the study for a few more moments, most of which were potion-related books. On the desk was a dusty picture frame with what appeared to be a portrait of a family of three, with rough brushwork, and it was barely clear that the man in it was Kratos.

There was a slight sobbing from behind, and she turned around in a little surprise to see Fael hastily lowering the cuff that wiped her tears.

"I ...... I don't have anything. He struggled to squeeze out the words, "I'm fine." He repeated again, "Just...... It's just a little sympathetic to his fate. ”

Yuffie shook his head slightly, not dwelling on the issue any longer. She left Kratos' house and locked the door as it was. Fael followed without saying a word.

"What do you think of Kratos as a person?" She slowed down, stared at the occasional pedestrian on the street, and asked seemingly nonchalantly.

"He's a good guy." Fael was silent for a few moments before replying, then repeating, "An ordinary, good man." ”

Yuffie turned his face sideways and gestured to the man's chin, "Finally, take me to his house for a look." ”

Fael nodded, and walked silently in front of the girl. Kratos' residence was not far from his studio, and it only took two people ten minutes by foot. It was a slightly dilapidated two-storey house, much narrower than the previous studio. She stepped forward and tried to knock on the door, waiting for a long time before the door slowly opened inward.

A middle-aged woman poked her head out of the doorway. She wore a linen dressing gown that had turned gray and white, and she smelled of leftovers, but her hair was neatly tied. She looked at Yuffie with wistful eyes, and her expression softened slightly, "What's the matter?" I don't need to tidy up my house and I don't want to buy any fruit or food. ”

"I'm not here to sell anything, ma'am." Yuffie bowed slightly, "Excuse me, does Mr. Kratos Miltien live here?" ”

The middle-aged woman turned her head and spat as if she remembered something unpleasant, then turned back to look at the girl.

"Kratos? Who knows where he's gotten to fool around again. If it weren't for him bringing some money to the family every once in a while, I would have disowned him as a husband a long time ago. I don't know where he got the money, I hope it's not to steal or rob something...... I'm afraid that with his figure, being robbed by others is almost the same. ”

"He didn't steal it, he just—" Fael's voice suddenly came from behind her, and he paused again, "He just ...... There are just a few things that need to be done. ”

"I don't care what happens to him." The woman glared behind Yuffie without showing weakness, "He promised me that he would accompany me and Lilia for the rest of my life, but unfortunately he broke his promise." ”

"Dad is a bad guy and he doesn't come home." A Kamal girl, about seven or eight years old, poked her head out from behind a middle-aged woman, "Lilia hasn't seen her dad for a long time, sister, do you know where he's gone?" ”

Yuffie looked at the young girl, shook her head slightly, smiled and replied softly, "I'm sorry, I don't know, Lilia. I'll try to bring him back if I see him, though, okay? ”

The young girl understood her words and nodded her head with a blank look. Yuffie straightened up and politely said goodbye to the two who lived there. The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, but stopped her.

"If you see him, please tell him - I don't care about his money, let him come back to me quickly."

Yuffie agreed to her request, turned around, and heard the door close behind her.

"Thank you for your hard work this time." She looked up at Fael, "Would you like to have a cup of tea together?" ”

"No...... No need. The man shook his head and said, "Me is not either...... Want like this. ”

"It's okay." Yuffie looked at him calmly and said softly, "During this time, I will be staying at the Nightingale's Song Hotel in the west side of the city, and if you get any new news about him, you can come and tell me." With every clue, it may be possible to find his soul. ”

Fael didn't speak, just looked at her seriously and nodded.