As soon as she finished speaking, that section of root flicked the emptied bottle aside, and its leaves rustled and shook for quite a while.
"See that?" Margaret pointed at the trunk. "It's even scoring them. The harder it shakes, the more satisfied it is with the potion. It's fairly satisfied with today's bottle."
Lu Yuan watched the woman and the tree, the corner of his mouth twitching.
A Fourth Order Transcendent and a tree that used its roots as hands, huddling together every day to tinker with Potions. Sigh, he did not know what to say.
Still, Margaret's complexion had indeed improved greatly. With The Tree helping her with the matter of her Pathway, there probably would not be any trouble. That truly put Lu Yuan at ease.
As for Leike, he was still lying there like a corpse. The Gray-White Text's prompt was the same as always.
Lu Yuan took a look, then left.
Over at the Archbishop's side, Adrian had recovered remarkably well and was already helping the church deal with the aftermath. Agnes was beside him, and she looked quite well too.
Their gazes met. They nodded to each other, but neither said a word.
Some things no longer needed to be said. From this day onward, Agnes was bound to the Forbidden Society.
She had chosen this road herself. Lu Yuan had already done everything he could.
The attendant was with The Earl, and his complexion had improved considerably, though he still looked somewhat weak.
He stood half a step behind The Earl, quiet and still, that chilling smile still hanging on his face.
The Earl Helmut was issuing orders over an unfolded map of the city.
Other than Klaus, this old earl had practically taken on the reconstruction and coordination of the entire city.