"But that only proves we haven't been exposed."
"If they were lax, we'd start wondering whether it was a trap." Watching the meticulous patrol, the Hundred-Household Officer suddenly untied the wineskin at his waist and took the first swig.
"Come, everyone have a mouthful. Steel your courage and ward off bad luck."
"We really can't do without this wine." Deputy Hundred-Household Officer Old Jin took the wineskin. Smelling the rich, bitter medicinal scent within, he immediately furrowed his brow.
He did not quite dare drink it.
"What, you won't drink?" the Hundred-Household Officer asked evenly.
To ensure their combat strength and avoid drawing attention with their behavior, the Hundred-Household Officer himself was a constable, while Deputy Hundred-Household Officer Old Jin was the captain of the patrol guards. Otherwise, the hardened air formed through martial training would have been difficult to conceal.
The saying that official service was a fine path of cultivation was nothing more than this.
Yet precisely because of that, most defectors came from among them.
Deputy Hundred-Household Officer Old Jin licked his lips. Hearing his own trembling voice, he found it strangely unfamiliar.
"Is it... the Swift-Travel Formula?"
The Swift-Travel Formula: take it before running, and one could travel twice the distance in a day, going fifty li without hunger, thirst, or rest.
After taking it, one would inevitably lie limp for a full day and night.
"Not just that. There are Marching Pills, Great Yang Powder..."
Like reciting a list of dishes, the Hundred-Household Officer rattled off more than a dozen medicine names in one breath.
Old Jin had heard of less than half of them. As for the rest, even he had never heard of them.
But he understood at last.
These medicines were all tiger-wolf drugs and death warrants. They might make one instantly