Chapter 33: This Human Is Terrifying

  A strong aroma wafted over from the other side.

  The crowd, who had just happily collected their pay and were ready to go home for dinner, instinctively slowed their steps.

  The people eatihe soldiers selected for the lord’s guard.

  The bone broth, which had been simmering for hours, filled the air with a rich st.

  At a table where eight people gathered, ptes of cod, which the vilgers themselves could barely afford and usually sold, were id out. Alongside them were slices of soft, fragrant white bread, making everyone's mouth water.

  But the most mouth-watering sight was the pte of several pounds of meat, perfectly seared to a crisp exterior while tender inside, emitting an irresistible fragrance.

  Many couldn’t help but stop and stare. At that moment, Old Johurned with Leon, and seeing the gathered crowd, he smiled to himself before coughing and speaking loudly:

  "Leon, the lord pces the utmost importan his soldiers' well-being."

  "There’s plenty of bread a. If you perform well in training and battle, you might eve rewarded with the blood a of magical creatures..."

  Feeling the intense gazes on him, Leon iffly.

  "Well, we’ll be following the lord for years to e, and with such treatment, what else could you want?"

  Ralph’s strategy, retly learned and executed, proved effective. Many vilgers, upourning home, ted their shiny s and couldn’t help but feel a little uled.

  They wanted meat. They wao eat white bread. They wao keep those fat, tender cod for themselves.

  As night fell, the crimson moon sloeared, casting its eerie red light across the nd.

  The moonlight’s color was the same as the previous night, but it no longer carried the dreadful power of corruption and iion.

  Many vilgers, uhe cover of darkness, snuck over to the old vilge chief’s house.

  Some people saw a group of soldiers esc two trolls toward the ter of the vilge, to the lord’s manor.

  Curious gnces followed them, w what the mysterious lord had pnned.

  But soon, their thoughts drifted away as their yearning for a better life easily triumphed over curiosity.

  After spending the day finalizing the half-month's pns for Bay Vilge’s development, Matthew finally had some time to focus on his talents and abilities.

  He didn’t o rush increasing his Are level yet, as he didn’t want to reduce the experience provided by weaker enemies.

  After all, a rge wave of experience would be avaible for harvest early year.

  Besides leveling as an Are Mage, what Matthew most desired now was to turheoretical knowledge in his mind into practical skills as quickly as possible.

  Currently, Matthew's biggest problem was money—he needed a lot of it!

  bining these two issues, Matthew decided to turn to his side profession.

  The representative of millions of pyers—West ti’s magical alchemist—was stepping onto the stage!

  Inside his fully equipped b, alchemical gssware was meticulously arranged on their stands.

  This included beakers, measuring ders, test tubes, dropper bottles, fsks, and gss rods, all familiar tools from Earth.

  There were also unique magical devices such as pure water geors, movemerictors, explosion-proof barriers, liquid extractors, fme nozzles, and multifunal experiment tables—all tools designed by mages.

  Despite some unbanced development iheril Empire, when it came to research, they were serious and dedicated.

  At the beginning of the game, many pyer-mages tried to produe experimental tools to sell to wealthier enforcers.

  But after iigating, they discovered that the mages had developed incredible and even inspiring tools for their experiments.

  Looking at the vast array of tools, Matthew felt a sense of nostalgia. He carefully ied each tool, ensuring that everything was in w order for the uping experiment.

  He had to admit, Adamsmith had provided high-quality alchemical tools. It was clear he had put a lot of thought into this.

  After iing the tools, Matthew moved on to the herbs he would need .

  Moonlight Flower, a basic magical pnt, required 30 cycles of crimson moonlight to mature. Eat was worth 8 silver s on the market.

  Its petals were pure white, and the purer they were, the higher the quality. When harvesting, care must be taken to avoid inating them with blood.

  Bloodweed, a basic magical pnt native to the Dark Forest, was worth 20 silver s per pnt on the market.

  It had deep roots extending two meters into the ground, making it difficult to dig up. Harvesting it without damaging the roots was essential to preserving its potency.

  Red Amber Leaf, an intermediate magical material, came from the leaves of the Red Amber Treant and was worth 10 silver s per leaf on the market.

  Red Amber Treants had a challenge level of 8+ and were located deep within the forest, making them better suited for trading.

  The materials were well-preserved, and Matthew aowledged that Adamsmith had some skill. The key would be to see how he applied it.

  Just as Matthew finished iing the materials, the boratory door opened, and the two trolls, having just fiheir meal, were dragged in by soldiers.

  Old John, leading the group, was extra careful as he walked past the various tools, wary of breaking anything.

  Leon, however, felt a strange disfort. Something about the tral operation table in the b filled him with an instinctive fear.

  Matthew directed them to pce the two trolls on the operating table, seg them with s and manacles fed from pure mithril.

  "Wait outside. I’ll call you when it’s time to take them away."

  The two quickly retreated, leaving the two wide-eyed trolls struggling oable, unaware of the severity of their situation.

  Even befetting close, the stench from the trolls was overwhelming.

  Matthew cast two se spells, causing the trolls to suddenly feel an uling chill across their bodies.

  Click! Click! Click!

  The trolls struggled with all their might, attempting to break free from the s and manacles. An invisible force settled over them.

  "Sleep!"

  With their weak willpower, the trolls’ struggles soon weakened, and after shaking their heads a bit, they slowly closed their eyes.

  Who knew how much time had passed before a sharp, prig pain jolted the trolls awake.

  The two realized they were still on the operating table, seemingly unged.

  Just as they were about tle again, they noticed something terrifying.

  A long, thial needle was skewered diagonally into their thighs.

  Bright red blood flowed through the hollow needle and dripped into a transparent gss tainer below.

  In just a few breaths, several pounds of blood had already been drawn.

  The trolls began to feel cold, their strength ebbing away along with their blood. Fear overtook them as they tried to escape.

  But the harder they struggled, the faster the blood flowed, further weakening them.

  The trolls had no idea what was happening. Their once-powerful regeive abilities seemed to have failed, and their terrified roars came out as nothing more than silent screams.

  "Tsk tsk, the trolls’ vitality really is impressive. That extraordinary regeion ability... it’s enviable..."

  Mattheroached, notig that the trolls' health points had dropped to less than half. Over 2,000 milliliters of blood had been drawn from each. A human would have already died by now.

  Using the Mage Hand, Matthew carefully removed the needles from their bodies. The tiny wounds quickly healed, and their depleted health points began to slowly recover.

  "Mage Hand is really ve. Too bad my level is still too low to modify it..."

  Lost in thought, Matthew carried the 4,000 milliliters of collected blood over to another experiment table.

  The two trolls, now weakened and exhausted, shivered as they looked at Matthew’s back.

  This human was terrifying!