The Apothecary with a Loose Tongue

"What would you like to drink?"

Behind the bar, the bartender wiped a glass with a not-so-clean white cloth and asked casually.

Luther didn't speak, but instead scanned the crowd.

Gang leader Ciel wasn't lying; there were indeed extraordinary beings here. The Shepherd's Potion within him was stimulating, as he sensed the presence of "Lamb" nearby.

The fat man arguing with someone at the back table, the man observing the entire tavern from the corner... their souls, imbued with Beyonder Characteristic, shone brightly in Luther's eyes.

"Would you like something to drink?"

The bartender emphasized his question and asked again.

"A Southville Beer, please."

Luther snapped out of his daze and said.

Fourpence.

He tossed a fourpence coin, and the bartender brought him a glass of golden beer with fine foam.

Luther glanced at the wine glass but didn't drink it.

It wasn't just because he was worried that drinking would lead to a loss of control, but also because the bartender's rag for wiping the glasses was too dirty for him to touch. Ordering this drink was just a symbolic "seat fee" to prevent the bartender from kicking him out.

Luther sat at the bar, staring blankly at his glass, wondering how to make contact with these people.

Why can't I ever encounter someone who actively seeks out me and attacks me? If they did, I could retaliate, not only gaining control over Grazing Lamb but also Spirit Channeling to their souls and the circle of extraordinary individuals... Or perhaps I should just actively seek trouble...

A dangerous thought crossed his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

These are things that the Lunatic people in the Aurora Order would do; he can't imitate them, as it might not be good for him to maintain his mental stability.

Alright, let's gather some information from them first.

As soon as he relaxed his hearing slightly, the sounds of the entire tavern immediately became loud, flooding into Luther's ears like a tidal wave. Most of the sounds were the meaningless ramblings of drunkards. But the argument at the table behind him was something else entirely.

"I told you! Some wild beasts have suddenly appeared in the sewers and are guarding my medicinal herbs. Without them, I can't concoct what you need!" the fat man with Beyonder Characteristic said in a low voice, his tone urgent and helpless. "Unless you can help me get rid of those beasts!"

"Those wild beasts are not as simple as you say!"

The man at the same table as the fat man said angrily, "I must be out of my mind to believe your nonsense. None of my men who went into the sewers have come back!"

"Hmph, perhaps they were too weak, couldn't defeat the wild beasts, and ran away, too afraid to come back to you."

The fat man said, his neck stiff.

"Bullshit! I'm not helping you anymore. Give me a straight answer: when can you get what I need ready?"

"If I can't get into the sewers, I'll have to start planting the herbs from scratch, which will take at least three months."

Three months? Are you kidding me!

The other side immediately flew into Wrath, "One week at most, or you can forget about staying in Backlund! We have plenty of ways to get rid of you!"

After saying that, he got up and left with his men.

The round-faced fat man sat in the chair, took a sip of his drink, and then began to mutter curses under his breath. His face twitched as he hurled vulgarities, the gist of which was that he wanted to have inappropriate relationships with a series of the other man's female relatives.

He appears to be an extraordinary individual capable of creating potions.

Luther seemed to be deep in thought, silently suppressing his hearing, just like turning down the volume when listening to music, and the fat man's curses immediately became quieter.

It's good that he's in trouble now; I can use this opportunity to get in touch with him. And since he can concoct medicines, I wonder if he can treat my mental state and create an effective medicine.

Luther waited at the bar for a while, until the fat man had a few more drinks and left quietly, before getting up from the bar.

It was already dark outside the bar. Luther went out, and seeing that no one was around, he turned into a shadow and followed behind the fat man.

"Oh shit!"

As he stepped out of the bar, the fat man cursed drunkenly. Instead of leaving immediately, he began to stroll leisurely. His eyes frequently swept over the various scantily clad women on both sides of the street, and a lecherous smile quickly spread across his face.

Luther was speechless.

You have urgent business to attend to, how can you still have the mood to look for prostitutes!

Considering that if he didn't talk to him soon, the man would be busy negotiating prices and wouldn't have time for him, Luther had no choice but to break free from the shadows and speak first, "You really have a lot of free time, huh? You've already been given a deadline, and you're still thinking about finding streetwalkers."

"Ah! Who!"

The fat man was startled by Luther's sudden appearance behind him. As he turned around, his chubby hand reached into his pocket.

He grabbed something.

Don't be nervous, I don't intend to do anything to you.

Luther said, "I only overheard your conversation in the bar earlier, which is why I came out to find you... You're an extraordinary being, capable of concocting potions?"

Hearing Luther's words, the fat man relaxed a little. He looked Luther up and down, then started chuckling strangely.

Hey, buddy.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he said to Luther, "Although I'm Apothecary, I can't cure mental illness. Someone like you should go to a mental hospital. If you cooperate with the treatment honestly, maybe you can delay your loss of control for a few more days."

What a cheeky mouth.

Luther watched him calmly, unleashing the Shepherd's power.

The previously tipsy fat man suddenly felt that the man opposite him had become extremely terrifying. The space around him seemed to Distortion.

A thirsty and empty killing intent surged within him, as if it wanted to devour his soul and Flesh entirely.

I'm going to be killed!

No, it's more terrifying than being killed; your entire body and soul will be devoured!

"Ah!"

The fat man's body jerked violently, and he sobered up considerably in an instant.

"Are you awake now?"

He heard the other person say calmly.

"He's awake, he's awake."

He nodded hastily, took out a bottle of medicine from his waist pocket, tilted his head back and drank it. A strong smell of alcohol immediately emanated from his body, and his previously hazy eyes cleared up.

Hangover cure? That's so convenient.

Luther thought to himself, and asked the other party, "Your Beyonder Ability allows you to see through my illness? Then can you concoct medicine to treat my mental condition?"

"I'm just a 'Apothecary,' I can treat physical ailments. For psychological problems, you'll have to go to those Lunatic at the Psychology Alchemists..."

The fat man said with a bitter face, never expecting that his casual, sarcastic remarks would offend someone he shouldn't have.

Where can I find Psychology Alchemists?

"I... I don't know... I just heard my Teacher mention such an organization..." the fat man said honestly. "In your situation, the most I can offer is some sedatives to help you stay calm."

The Psychology Alchemists, I'll remember it.

Luther gave him a wary look and asked, "How much is the potion?"

"... You don't need to pay me, I just hope you can do me a favor."

The other person's eyes darted around. "I planted some herbs in the sewers, and wild animals have appeared and eaten quite a few. If you can get rid of the animals, I can provide you with the herbs for free."

You've got some nerve, making demands like that. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?

"Can."

Luther thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "You also need to provide me with a few pieces of information."

Since this guy is Apothecary, he should have some contact with the local circle of extraordinary individuals, so he can be considered to have achieved his expected goal.