Finalizing

The description related to "Open Source" reminded Yi Chen of past events at the lake, specifically the terrifying entity he encountered in the Fish Scale Abyss.

However, Based on Yi Chen's recollection of that scene, the entity dwelling in the abyss likely operated at a tier even higher than Open Source... a more profound, ancient, and special tier.

It had some connection to the origin of the disease.

Snap!

The supervisor snapped his fingers.

Signaling the end of the hourglass timer, he sealed the documents.

"As you can see, behind the 'False Moon Incident' was an Open Source patient. Their Diseased Trait was closely related to the 'moon,' making them a rare special type.

With abilities that surpassed normal concealment, they could completely hide among humans, ultimately causing a terrifying incident that nearly wiped out a city.

However, the Open Source patient has been eliminated, and two months have passed since the False Moon Incident, with cleanup operations concluding a week ago.

Your task is to go to the abandoned clinic and confirm whether the last bottle of Secret Medicine still exists."

Captain Edmund tried to ask for more in-depth information:

"Can you provide us with details about the Secret Medicine?"

"Only when you successfully retrieve the Secret Medicine and complete the mission will we inform you of any 'partial information' regarding its compatibility with you.

The only thing I can tell you for now is that

the Secret Medicine developed by the Twilight Clinic has been classified as a major secret among organizations due to its 'special effects'."

As the supervisor spoke, he took out four instant cameras and an important photograph.

The photo displayed the 'Secret Medicine' exclusively developed by the Twilight Clinic.

Inside the mottled glass bottle was a silver liquid, the oak stopper at the neck covered in disgusting stains. A handwritten, crooked label on the yellowed bottle indicated its contents.

"Twilight Clinic Original Development - Twilight Thin Silver Liquid" - Dr. D.M. Macov.

The supervisor's fingers tapped the surface of the photo repeatedly, like operating a telegraph machine:

"Based on the style of the medicine bottle in the photo, find the remaining Secret Medicine... If you search the clinic thoroughly and can't find it, take photos of every corner to prove the Secret Medicine has been stolen.

It's that simple. If there are no further questions, you can depart now."

Edmund immediately replied, "We're ready to set off tomorrow."

"No problem, you're newcomers after all! As long as you complete this mission before the end of the month... If there's nothing else, today's discussion is concluded.

Good luck!"

Just as everyone was about to get up from the table, Yi Chen, who had been lost in thought, suddenly interjected:

"I have a question... Is all the information in this document accurate?"

The supervisor, who had already turned his back, paused slightly and turned around again:

"Oh? You believe the information I personally provided is false?"

"It just feels like there's an invisible sense of incongruity when I look at the overall picture."

"What I've given you is only 'partial information'; much of the confidential data has been removed. To fill the gaps and maintain readability, artificial embellishment and additions were necessary... A slight sense of incongruity is quite normal.

Any other questions?"

"No."

The supervisor was quite amiable, personally escorting the four out of the Gentleman Hall, waving goodbye kindly.

Watching their retreating backs, he muttered softly:

"What will the acceptor of the First Gentleman and the three outstanding newcomers who received blue letters be capable of?"

Adjusting the tilt of his top hat, he turned and returned to the Gentleman Hall.

As the supervisor walked back to the upper level, Professor Chamberson, with an Owl perched on his shoulder, was already waiting for him there.

"Oh? Isn't this the renowned White Owl? What brings you here? Are you looking to take on a dark mission?"

Professor Chamberson didn't answer directly but got straight to the point:

"I heard you assigned the task involving the 'False Moon Incident' to William, Edmund, and the others?"

"I merely presented an option; the choice was theirs to make."

Upon hearing this, Professor Chamberson strode directly in front of the supervisor.

Although the two men were roughly the same height, Professor Chamberson's presence completely overwhelmed the other.

"Aige, we know each other, don't we?

As the supervisor of the Hall, you should understand the importance of talent better than I do… The False Moon Incident isn't entirely over. Even with just a 'minuscule possibility,' if it happens, they'll all die."

Supervisor Aige leaned back slightly, replying with a smile, "I'm merely arranging tasks according to the 'Algorithm.' Your team's skill level is sufficient for retrieving the Secret Medicine, nothing more.

Of course, considering the extremely faint potential risks involved, I'll arrange for idle high-ranking gentlemen to observe from the shadows. If a danger far exceeding the task itself truly arises, I will do my utmost to ensure their safety."

"No need for arrangements, I'll handle it… Wait!"

Professor Chamberson suddenly realized something. "You brat, you guessed from the very beginning that I would interfere in this matter, didn't you?"

Supervisor Aige quickly raised both hands, feigning innocence. "Huh? I didn't say anything! Since Professor Chamberson has time, I won't need to arrange for anyone else."

Smack!

A hand, like an eagle's talon, clamped down on the supervisor's shoulder.

"Aige, you seem to have a lot of free time lately? You even came downstairs personally to receive new gentlemen… How about we both guarantee the safety of these youngsters?

After all, they're just retrieving a bottle of Secret Medicine from the Twilight Clinic. It won't take much time."

Aige, who had intended to refuse with an excuse, suddenly felt a surge of killing intent.

"Hmm~ That works too! I have indeed been quite free lately.

These youngsters won't depart until tomorrow, so please let me off the hook for tonight, Professor Chamberson?"

As soon as he finished speaking, With only a single white feather left drifting on the supervisor's shoulder, Professor Chamberson had already vanished.

"Sigh~ I miscalculated a little.

I didn't expect this White Owl to value this student so highly. It seems the youth who took a six-month leave might truly possess some 'hidden traits' that I couldn't discern.

Oh well~ Even if it's just to satisfy my curiosity, I'll accompany these young people on their little excursion."

"Street District"

Edmund paid out of his own pocket to equip the team with necessary supplies for leaving the city, such as various potions, compressed food, camping tents, and so on.

Just as he was about to buy replacement fuel for the Kerosene Lamp, Edmund suddenly noticed that the "Kerosene Lamp" equipped on Yi Chen's waist was just ordinary civilian equipment, not suitable for gentlemen's combat.

"William! This Kerosene Lamp of yours needs to be replaced with a new one.

These old-fashioned Kerosene Lamps can easily be damaged in combat… Moreover, the place we're going has been completely abandoned. We'll often need a Kerosene Lamp for sustained light."

However, Yi Chen was still immersed in his thoughts about the mission and only snapped back to attention after a while.

"Huh? Kerosene Lamp… Is there something special about this thing?"

"Of course! In such a terrible world, any investigation into the outside could plunge us into complete darkness. A Kerosene Lamp is an essential item to carry.

It's also recognized by the organization as one of the must-have items for gentlemen.

Zion has quite a few shops that specialize in selling Kerosene Lamps. We still have plenty of time today, let's go pick one out together?"

"High-quality Kerosene Lamps must be very expensive, right?"

Edmund patted his chest. "It doesn't matter~ If you don't have enough money, I can cover the difference."

"I'll pay you back later."

Yi Chen didn't refuse.

From the moment he was born in the Graveyard, he had realized the importance of a "Kerosene Lamp."

Looking at his own lamp, which was covered in rust, had a bulky size, and creaked when he ran, he knew it really needed replacing.

They walked into a lamp shop called "Helios' Sacred Fire."

His gaze swept over the price tags at the bottom of the lamps.

Touching the few remaining silver coins at his waist, the thought of escaping quickly formed in Yi Chen's mind.