Not long after, in the ashes of Kaussos, Lann waved his hand and used the [Ignifah Seal] to extinguish the sparks beneath the alchemy cauldron.

At this time, there was nearly a whole pot of black potion in the crucible, exuding a pungent smell of herbs.

Based on the basic concept of 'recovery and rebirth' in the concept of alchemy, Lan En temporarily created a pair of potions based on the medicinal materials at hand.

And in this whole pot of potions, about a milliliter or so of [Swallow] potion was dropped.

Even with the violence of the witcher's potion, diluted a thousand times and then deliberately adjusted, it is enough for ordinary people to obtain some potion without too much damage.

"If there is no strong enough antibiotic, then the body's immunity will be topped. Several of them had survived the most intense spread of the plague, and they should already have antibodies in their bodies. I just need to make these antibodies stronger. ”

Lane explained his treatment plan to Mentos, and successfully passed the feasibility verification of the biological brain.

Later, Lan En found several intact amphorae on top of the ruins, only blackened, and packed the potion and brought it back to the two-story building.

"Drink, one cup per person."

The first to be given was the sacrifice and guard on the first floor, and the three of them swallowed the potion almost as if they had received the gift under the gaze of Lan En's twitching eyes.

"O great Asclepius! I feel that this potion has reinvigorated the fire of my life! The evil plague is being driven out of my body! ”

The priest bowed his head and sighed as if in prayer, and even heard the tone of poetry.

Lan En licked his lips in embarrassment, he wanted to say that this was a psychological effect, the effect of the medicine was not so fast, and when he matched it, he chose a milder combination specifically for the [Swallow] potion.

But considering the acceptance of the crowd, he still kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

"Put it down when you're done, don't hold it all the time. All living creatures around here are killed, including animals and bugs, which is an important step in preventing the plague. You can burn it around the torch a few more times. Wash yourself with water. ”

The Demon Hunter speaks of the basic idea of stopping the plague, which exists only as vague and ambiguous experience in the knowledge of this world.

He clarified these concepts.

"Animals and bugs are plague bringers, I see! Rest assured, I will engrave the wisdom you have imparted on clay tablets and wax tablets and enshrine them in the temple! It was even sent to the temple of Asclepius. ”

"That's for the best." Lan En picked up the amphora and walked upstairs, "At least there will be fewer deaths in the plague in the future." ”

After the family of four upstairs also drank the medicine, they only had to wait and stay up.

Len had to make sure that the causative agent in them was no longer infectious in order to get them out of Kaussos.

This process can only pass through time without precise detection equipment.

The observation process would last about seven or eight days, which was also the time that Lan En had told them.

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And in the days that the witchers have been working to stop the plague, there are other places on Kepharonia that are making waves.

On a makeshift camp that had apparently just been set up.

The beds made of weeds and heck in the camp even carried moisture, but the next moment .

"Poof!"

Large strands of blood sprayed diagonally on the bed like a fountain.

The owner of the blood was standing next to a bush of low bushes, apparently passing by during a patrol.

But in the gap of a second or two, a dark shadow suddenly popped out of the bushes!

The black shadow is as vigorous as a lion!

Her 'fangs' poked through the soft flesh of her jawbone from bottom to top.

Clean, and fierce!

All human tissue, from the jaw to the skull, was nailed through, and the screams that should have resounded in the sky were locked in the throat, leaving only a muffled grunt.

Even before he died, the man was held to the bottom of his jaw and could not see the face of the person who killed him.

Kassandra calmly pulled her severed spearhead from his chin.

And the broken spear, which looked very old, unexpectedly did not produce any curls or gaps in the collision with the skull.

It's as old as ever, and it never seems to have changed.

A man who had only an apron tied around his waist happened to be on patrol, and he saw it all with his own eyes.

In the middle of the rabbit's fall, one of his colleagues was stabbed through the head by a woman!

He began to shout in the hope of alerting his other colleagues, while also pulling a bow and arrow from himself.

The bowstring opened, and the arrow struck, aiming at the stupid woman who still didn't know how to dodge when she was discovered.

"Malaka, die!"

Watching the woman walk towards her expressionlessly, even the funny broken spear in her hand unconsciously turned a knife flower on her finger.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose in the archer's heart.

Didn't she hear me calling?

Can't she see that my bow is full of arrows?

Isn't she afraid?!

There was no time to think about anything, and the distance of a few steps really did not give the archers time to think more.

His expression was hideous, and he shot the arrow in his hand directly.

When shooting or throwing, people who practice enough will have a distinct feeling of being in the middle of the shot, or missing, the moment the prop is out of their hands.

The archer's expression suddenly relaxed the moment the arrow left the bowstring.

Because he could feel that his arrows would reach the predetermined location, which was the stupid woman's body.

But then, his relaxed expression only lasted for a moment

Kassandra watched calmly as the arrows of the arrows drew closer to her.

The broken spear in her hand hung back on her back with great fluidity.

By the time she moved her hand back to the front, she already had a bow in her hand.

This series of actions started even earlier than the opponent released the bowstring! It's as if Kassandra knew what the other party was going to do and planned her actions in advance!

Leaning lightly on one side, the arrows that swayed in the air like flying fish flew past the corners of his clothes.

With a burst of her hand, Kassandra pinched the end of the arrow.

As if it had been prepared for the morning, the sideways dodging body was returning to the right place, and the arrow shot by the opponent was already on Kassandra's bowstring.

"Huh~"

In the middle of the arrow, the archer's right chest tilted backwards as if it had been hammered, and the tail feather of the arrow had appeared on his right chest.

The archers "roared" in their throats, but could not say anything.

His lungs had been pierced, and now all that was pouring out of his mouth was pink blood foam from his alveoli.

Kassandra naturally put the bow back on her back and hung it, but in fact, there were only two living people left in the entire camp.

That's why she didn't care about the other party's shouting at all.

She stepped forward, ready to rummage through the camp's storage boxes for valuables.

Marcos told him that it was a helper hired by the One-Eyed from another island, and that he was rich. So why doesn't the enemy's money become his own?

They shouldn't have much of an opinion right now, anyway.

A slow, steady sound of clapping her palms stopped Kassandra.

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