In the Bitter Garden, raindrops carrying a sweet, fresh fragrance continued to fall.
The rain grew heavier, quickly extinguishing all the burning buildings and vegetation. The parched soil became moist again, and a hazy mist gradually rose across the land.
Amid the rain, fairies and Native humans wandered aimlessly through the city, their eyes vacant, like a horde of mindless zombies.
This was the inevitable effect of the forgetting potion. Under the rain's constant washing, people would not only gradually forget the past, but also keep forgetting what they were experiencing in the present. They could not even remember that they were standing in the rain and needed an umbrella, leaving them to wander aimlessly as they were doing now.
"Isn't the dosage a little too strong?"
In a pavilion beside the street, the three clones gathered to shelter from the rain. Watching the zombie-like crowd wandering outside, Linglong turned to the Herbalist with some concern. "This rain isn't going to leave them all brain-dead, is it?"
"Too strong? I actually think it isn't enough. If we don't increase the dosage now, we'll be the ones dealing with the trouble later," the Herbalist said calmly.
"So how exactly do you intend to wrap this up?" Linglong asked, frowning at the Herbalist.
This was what she hated most about her. She always liked to make plans silently on her own and refused to explain them clearly, leaving them feeling as though they could never see what she truly thought.
Perhaps sensing Linglong's impatience, the Herbalist paused before finally saying a little more.
"Have you noticed that fairies who form contracts with Fools become very mentally stable?"
Linglong froze at that, then pondered for a moment and nodded. "That's true. Leaving Little Lanlan aside, even Tina and Ili haven't shown any signs