Doctor Ryan roared, "I don't know!!"
Lynn curled his lips and, right in front of him, stuffed the potions in the cabinet into his system space.
[Ding! You obtained Succubus Potion 2.0 x1!] [Ding! You obtained Blood Waterfall Potion x1!] [Ding! You obtained Cursecraft Turmoil Potion x1!]
"So I have tremendous respect for you. Even if we're doctors from two different factions, scholarship knows no borders. Besides, our names even rhyme. Wouldn't you call that a bit of monkey business-I mean, destiny?"
Lynn swayed his head as though he were reciting the Analects.
But his hands never stopped moving.
He kept stuffing things into his bag, then cramming more into his pockets.
[Ding! You obtained Black Death Potion x1!] [Ding! You obtained Spore Toxin Potion x1!] [Ding! You obtained New Tube Potion x1!]
Watching him, Ryan's eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He struggled wildly, roaring viciously at Lynn.
His heart was bleeding!
At that moment, he truly wanted to slice the creature before him into tiny pieces!
For a doctor who had spent his entire life studying plagues and all kinds of viruses, these potions were masterpieces born of his painstaking work. Having someone touch them was worse than being killed.
"You can kill me, but these potions are useless to you! Don't ruin my research!!"
He roared madly at Lynn, his eyes already bloodshot.
"You thief! You bandit!"
Bleeding!
His heart was bleeding!!
Lynn tilted his head, solemnly adjusted the Monocle, then shook his head and waved a hand.
"That's where you're wrong. How can you call something between potion makers stealing? It's not stealing, not stealing at all. I'm plainly taking them right in front of you. How can you say I'm stealing?"
As he spoke, he stuffed the entire cabinet inside, right