Medicine must be made.
Specifically, those things that used to be common household medicines.
This became crystal clear the moment Lan Qingyou flew out of the bathroom, her face so haggard and gaunt that she was almost unrecognizable.
Right now, she was actually grateful that her legs were useless.
Because if she could use them, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand.
Haggard! It might sound like an exaggeration, but that was the reality.
Lan Qingyou could clearly see the mana draining from the back of her hand.
That's right—diarrhea could actually drain one's mana.
This world of Kalim was absolutely ridiculous.
No, this had to be included in her paper too.
Leaning against the magic desk, Lan Qingyou slowly sat down, finally feeling a bit better.
Lan Qingyou: “Xiaobei, get me a cup of warm water.”
Gu Xiaobei: “You're back. Is the salt and MSG ready?”
Uh...
It seemed her earlier “wait a second” had led the girl to believe she was off making salt...
Lan Qingyou: “No, I just went to the bathroom. I'll have Shang Chuan collect the materials and make it in a bit. Is it urgent?”
Gu Xiaobei: “Not very. It's just that there isn't a single grain of salt left in the salt jar.”
If that's not urgent, you're being way too polite.
Lan Qingyou, who had originally wanted to rest, downed a bottle of mana potion to recover her strength. She took the warm water Gu Xiaobei handed over and sighed.
Lan Qingyou: “I'll get in touch with Shang Chuan now.”
With that, she went to place an order with Shang Chuan.
Whether it was seawater or kelp, it was no trouble for Shang Chuan.
Even in this freezing weather, he could find people to dive into the sea. That was the extent of Shang Chuan's capability.
The Tower: “@All Members, food cannot be eaten raw, even tomatoes.”
After finishing with Shang Chuan, Lan Qingyou posted the lesson she had learned from her tragic experience in the group.
Empress: “You... you didn't eat a raw tomato, did you?”
The Tower: “Yeah. I hadn't had one in a long time. It tasted great, but it's a one-way ticket to the toilet.”
High Priestess: “Wasn't it mentioned that things can't be eaten raw? Didn't you check the world channel?”
The Tower: “I haven't looked at the world channel in ages since joining this group. The regional channel is entertaining enough.”
Magician: “That's not right. This news was already spreading before you even entered the villa.”
It had spread, and Lan Qingyou knew it.
The Tower: “I just got careless. I thought it would be fine. Who would've thought that even with a Constitution in the twenties, I couldn't handle it?”
High Priestess: “This is related to Constitution?”
The Tower: “Of course. Did you forget what Wheel of Fortune said about our bodies being modified by this world's mana?”
Wheel of Fortune: “Ah, I'm involved in this too?”
The Tower: “Yeah. I figured since my body had already surpassed the 10-point Constitution limit of a Blue Star human, I'd be fine. Turns out I still got hit. Luckily, it wasn't too severe.”
The haggard Lan Qingyou stated a fact with great composure.
Yes, despite looking like a ghost, it really wasn't that severe.
Because she only had to go once; it just took a very long time. After those few mana potions, her condition had improved significantly.
Wheel of Fortune: “Good theory, but I feel like you're heading in the wrong direction.”
Magician: “No, I think The Tower's logic is sound. Let's make a hypothesis: if the Kalim people originally lived here, they would have been in contact with mana from birth, even in the womb. It's understandable that they'd be stronger than us physically.”
Magician: “For instance, if they played in the river as kids and drank from the stream when thirsty, I don't think they'd get diarrhea.”
The Tower: “No need for hypotheses. There are indeed original inhabitants here.”
High Priestess: “Huh?”
The Tower: “I have an alchemy journal from a native. That's how I got my start.”
Empress: “I have a Planting Compendium from the natives regarding the plants of this world as well.”
Chariot: “And here I thought I was the only special one. Turns out everyone has something.”
High Priestess: “What do you mean everyone has something? Why don't I have anything?”
The Emperor: “That's because you're a genius.”
High Priestess: “Hahaha, is that so? Xiaobei, you say the sweetest things. Give me a kiss!”
Magician: “Let's not get off track. I actually think we can follow this line of thought. It's just that we're severely lacking in cases and data right now.”
The Tower: “Not necessarily. I've been working on some side projects lately and have some new views on mana. I'm planning to write a paper on it.”
Justice: “Then write it quickly.”
The Tower: “I can't right now. This afternoon, I need to help the Empress refine salt and MSG.”
Empress: “You can even do that?”
The Tower: “It doesn't seem like a difficult task. Don't forget, I am an alchemist.”
Chariot: “That's true. You alchemists are so convenient. By the way, I've finished your item. I used a new material I just researched. I guarantee you'll like it.”
With that, Chariot sent the item over.
Lan Qingyou took a look... Good grief! A jack-o'-lantern! And a transparent one at that!
It certainly fit the witch aesthetic.
The Tower: “This new material you mentioned... it wouldn't happen to be this stuff that looks like an acrylic board, would it?”
Chariot: “Exactly. Don't be fooled by its looks; its defensive power is incredible. Even the mana pistol I made can't pierce it—it doesn't even leave a scratch.”
The Tower: “Wait! A gun? Elaborate on that!”
This was what Lan Qingyou feared most, as it was her natural counter. That was why she had destroyed the firearms on Shang Chuan's side. She hadn't expected Chariot to make one.
But then again, he was a mechanical master. Making a gun or two was nothing to him.
Chariot: “There's not much to say. It's just a revolver style. Why? Does a witch want to use a gun too? That would kind of ruin the whole look, wouldn't it?”
The Tower: “I don't use guns, I use magic. But I'm the one flying in the sky. All anti-aircraft weapons are my natural enemy.”
Chariot: “Then you don't need to worry. This thing's maximum range is barely a hundred meters. It's meant for short to medium-range combat.”
The Tower: “Is that so? Then I suppose there's no need to worry too much.”
Lan Qingyou said.
But in reality, as long as she completed the basic construction of the magic shield, she wouldn't have to fear snipers from afar in the future.
At the very least, she would have enough time to react after the first attack.
This was the core logic behind why she wanted to thoroughly research the magic shield as quickly as possible, even going as far as using magic rats for thorium experiments.
Survival.
No matter what she did, that was the primary consideration for Lan Qingyou.
The Tower: “Forget it, none of this is easy. Once I finish the Empress's commission and the magic circuit experiments for the tent, I'll write that paper. We can discuss it then.”
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