Unrelated to the noise outside, Lu Yuan tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with the half-finished sentence A.M. had left behind before departing that day.
Something's scheme was about to succeed.
Yet A.M. refused to say what that something was, leaving him hanging and forcing him to guess the rest himself. Riddle-speakers deserved to die.
Lu Yuan turned over, finding himself even less able to sleep the more he thought about it.
After sleeping for less than two hours, he simply got up.
It was still dark outside the window, and the room was silent. That line of text hovered quietly at the corner of his vision.
[Sanity: 72/140]
Though he had not slept long, his sanity had still increased by 12 points.
Since he could not sleep anyway, lying there would only mean suffering through the time. He might as well get up and do something useful.
Lu Yuan thought of brewing Potions. There happened to be a convenient Potion Room available, and he could use the opportunity to practice some more. As for why he was not making recovery Potions and Sanity Potions in the logistics area, the reason was simple: even ten bottles might not give him 0.1.
The experience gained from repeatedly making low-level Potions decreased exponentially.
Besides, he was nearly out of Sanity Potions. Taking this chance to prepare a few more was not a bad idea.
The only issue was that the Potion Room belonged to Margaret, and she had the key. If he wanted to use it, he would first have to ask her for the key.
Lu Yuan threw on an outer robe and headed out.
Several Oil Lamps burned in the corridors of the logistics courtyard. Their light was dim, just like every other night.
Lu Yuan