"Good evening, Edward," The figure spoke, and Edward's eyes widened for a second as a huge grin appeared on his face.
"Good evening Mr. Rayforth," Edward rubbed his hands together as he walked over to his custor, and the unsure thoughts that he had had lted away.
That's right, of course he made the right choice! Edward thought to himself. He had a custor who had connections with the king himself!
Which ant that the more he beca friendly with this young man, the more chance he had of improving his business.
"Good evening, Edward," The figure spoke, and Edward's eyes widened for a second as a huge grin appeared on his face.
"Good evening Mr. Rayforth," Edward rubbed his hands together as he walked over to his custor, and the unsure thoughts that he had had lted away.
That's right, of course he made the right choice! Edward thought to himself. He had a custor who had connections with the king himself!
Which ant that the more he beca friendly with this young man, the more chance he had of improving his business.
"If I may ask, what brings you here today?" Edward asked, his eyes stuck on Claude's hands, which held a small vial inside of it.
"Are you closing up for the day, Edward?" Before answering his question, Claude looked over the counter of the shop and found out that the dicine bottles that Edward usually keeps on the front had all been moved to the back, kept inside a glass shelf.
"Ah, you noticed, Mr. Rayforth?" Edward scratched his cheeks embarrassingly, and explained. "I was thinking of closing up early today to take so ti off. But now that you've here, I figured I might as well close the shop afterwards."
"Ah! I'm not saying that Mr. Rayforth is a nuisance. That's not what I ant!" Suddenly, Edward's eyes widened as he realized what his words might've sounded like to his high paying custor, and so he tried to clear the misunderstanding.
"You don't have to explain, Edward," Claude waved his hands, stopping Edward from rambling on, and then walked towards the counter and placed the small vial on it. Pointing to the vial, Claude asked Edward; "I just need you to tell what this dicine is, and I'll be on my way. You can do whatever you want after that."
"Oh? You're not going to buy anything today?" Edward's tone was incredulous.
"Unfortunately, no. Not today. Maybe another ti." Claude shook his head, still tired from the journey he had. He had just arrived from Soderberg city, and had decided to enter Edward's dicine shop before heading towards his residence. He was simply too tired to have a back and forth chat between him and Edward and so, with an annoyed expression on his face, he once again pointed at the vial on the counter and said. "Look, can you just take a look at the dicine for and tell if you find anything interesting?"
"Ah, yes! Of course. Forgive for the delay," Edward said as he gave a fake smile to Claude, to which he let out a snort in response. Ignoring his custor's rude response, Edward walked over to the counter, picked up the vial and read the label on it. "Maziken?"
"Yes, Maziken.." Claude nodded his head. "Have you heard of it before?"
"Uh yes I have." Edward, who was still busy analysing the contents of the vial, muttered softly and continued, "It is an energy dicine. Not the normal kind, but much more expensive and rare. It is usually used to treat people with a severe shortage of energy-life."
He placed the vial on the counter and turned to Claude as he spoke, "Basically, the people who use this drug have a problem with fast spiritual energy depletion, and the drug is used to increase the length of this short period of ti."
His gaze then shifted back to the vial on the counter once again. "Can I analyse the dicine itself?"
Claude shrugged his shoulders as leaned back on the wall. "Go ahead. That's what I wanted to ask you anyways."
Edward nodded his head, and then opened the vial. He then slled it for a brief second before he headed towards the basent while grabbing the vial.
Claude, who was curious, decided to follow Edward close behind, and they entered his secret lab where he kept his illegal drugs and dicines.
Clank! Clank!
Edward placed the vial on the table and walked towards one of the cupboards, opened it and grabbed a small bottle which was filled with a strange green goo.
He then grabbed a dropper, took a drop of the 'Maziken' from the vial and dropped it into the small bottle with the green goo.
PSSS!
All of a sudden, the green goo began to turn blue in colour, confusing Claude, but Edward nodded his head as if he figured out sothing.
"What's the matter? What did you find out?" Claude asked as he moved closer to inspect the bottle containing the blue coloured goo.
"This bottle does not contain pure Maziken." Edward said as he picked up the vial in his hand and brought it closer to his face, fascinated by the contents inside of it. "Normal people wouldn't find a problem with it, but as soone who has previously worked under one of the most famous dicine masters in the country, I can tell you that this is a mixture of Maziken and Delihernum."
This woke Claude up from his tiredness, who was now curious about the results. "What the hell is Delihernum?"
Edward's gaze turned to Claude and his smile widened. "Delihernum is an extrely toxic chemical that if entered into your body, will slowly force your ridians to expand in thickness in certain areas, where the flow of energy might be really high. Once the chemical is inserted, ridians start to thicken, and as the amount of Delihernum increases, the thickness of the ridians increases as well until it completely collapses on itself due to its increased mass, completely blocking the flow of spiritual energy."
"So it turns the user of the dicine into a cripple?" Claude asked, intrigued by the mixture, and Edward nodded his head.
"Not in an instant, but gradually." Edward corrected, as he began flipping the vial up and down with his hands. "It would confuse the hell out of a doctor though."
"Oh?" Claude, who was annoyed by Edward who was playing with the vial, imdiately grabbed it from his hands and placed it in his pocket. "And why would you say that?"
Edward, who seed sad that the vial had been taken away, let out a sigh as he answered, "Although the ridians might have collapsed, it wasn't severed. In the martial world, only the ones whose ridians have been severed are considered to be crippled. So, the general consensus after an examination of the patient's body would be simply that he or she was still able to practice cultivation."
Edward shook his head. "Unless you rip open the patient and check his or her ridians instead of proving their body using spiritual energy, you wouldn't find a single problem. And as the results are gradual, most would co to the conclusion that the patient is suffering from a severe depletion of spiritual energy, as complete collapse won't happen quickly. And when it does happen, the mass of the ridians would simply force them to explode, which would, in most cases, critically injure the patient. And to most people it would just look as if his or her ridians were destroyed by a fierce attack."
"Interesting..." Claude rubbed his chin, intrigued by what he was finding out about the dicine that Elizabeth was taking. It ant that soone was secretly drugging her.
But for what reason? For the White Dragon's teeth? Claude wondered.
"It would definitely be a great way to kill sobody," Edward said. "However, it certainly wouldn't be easy. As it's a mixture that is not even available amongst the illegal drug world, you would probably need to know the right people to get your hands on that."
"Wouldn't it be simple for an alchemist to recreate it?" Claude asked.
Edward let out a loud chuckle, causing Claude to raise his eyebrows, annoyed. "Mr. Rayforth, although it was easy for to identify the additional elent, it isn't so easy to recreate a complex dicine such as this. Identifying and making dicine are two very different processes. I had a hunch about the additional drug because I've already dealt with a few samples of Delihernum back when I was an assistant, and that too was by chance. Delhernum has a very peculiar odour, and although faint in this particular mixture, I was able to identify it. But recreating it would be impossible for most alchemists."
Claude leaned forward. "So, you're telling that this drug cannot be recreated by just anybody."
Edward nodded his head, "Trust , Mr. Rayforth. There are only a few alchemists who are able to concoct such a mixture, and they're the best of the best. You just have to figure out which one of them made it."
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