Firefly Journey

"By the way, little... Sultan, do you know who manages my household?"

Lin Yuanran belatedly realized that everyone had grown up and Sudan could no longer be prefixed with "Sudan".

Sultan said, "Olek, Bernie, I will help too."

Olek? Bernie?

This surprised Lin Yuanran quite a bit.

Logically speaking, Lin Yuanran and they didn't get along. Although they made up before he left, there was no need for them to go to such lengths.

"Thank you," Lin Yuanran said gently.

"this is nothing."

The two stayed at the Sultan’s house for a while. As the sun gradually set outside the window, Dr. Coente and Mrs. Angelina returned from the clinic.

When they saw Lin Yuanran, the two were stunned for a moment, but they still recognized him.

“Oh my god! It’s Ario! I really should go to church to pray today!” Mrs. Angelina exclaimed dramatically.

In comparison, Coente's reaction was much smaller, but the relief in his eyes was undeniable.

"Just come back."

Lin Yuanran got straight to the point: "Could you tell me about the details of Sudan's condition? I've traveled around a lot since graduating from St. Louis, so perhaps I can be of some help."

Dr. Coente's eyes lit up instantly. Years ago, his family moved to the small town because of Sudan's illness. So many years have passed, and although he has studied day and night and made some progress, he still cannot completely eradicate the disease.

Ario is an extraordinary being, and may even have some knowledge of alchemy, so he might actually be of some help.

Coente gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Sudan's illness is very peculiar. After an attack, he will feel weak all over. Over time, the frequency of the attacks will increase until he becomes paralyzed.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Sultan seems perfectly fine now; he might become paralyzed at any moment. Usually, Mrs. Angelina stays home to take care of her daughter, but she accompanied Coente to the clinic today because Sultan had just fallen ill that morning.

A bomb crater that has been bombed is very difficult to bomb again; it's the same principle.

Dr. Coente's years of research have not been without progress; he has even found a formula to treat this intractable disease. However, there are great difficulties in producing the medicine.

"To refine this medicine, the control of the heat must be extremely precise, which even instruments cannot achieve. I have tried many times, but I have failed each time."

Coente was extremely excited to have discovered the prescription, but he was soon dealt a blow: he had the prescription, but he couldn't make the medicine because of the problem with the heat.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuanran thought, "Isn't this a perfect match for my major?"

"Could I take a look at the prescription?"

Coente quickly found it and handed it over. Lin Yuanran took the prescription and looked at it. The ingredients were all extremely heat-resistant and difficult to refine, which resulted in a very long production cycle.

During the material refining process, it is necessary to continuously maintain the temperature at a certain threshold; exceeding or falling short of this threshold is not acceptable, and an ordinary person would be far from being able to control it properly.

Even if a baking machine similar to a rice cooker were made, there would still be deviations. Moreover, alchemical technology had not yet entered the lives of the general public in this era, so it was almost impossible to refine that medicine.

But none of this mattered to Lin Yuanran. His control over flames was more precise than that of a machine.

“If there are no special requirements, I think I can refine it,” Lin Yuanran said.

"Really!?!" Mrs. Angelina exclaimed in her usual exaggerated tone.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Sudan's eyes. Only those who have suffered from serious illnesses know the pain that comes with an attack.

Putting aside everything else, Lin Yuanran can confidently boast that in terms of fire control, there are very few people on the mainland who are better than him.

If even we can't refine this medicine, then no one on the continent can make it either.

Lin Yuanran was very happy to take on this job. The Coente family had given him countless help when he was young, and now that he had the ability, he naturally wanted to repay their kindness.

After discussing some details with Dr. Coente, Lin Yuanran took the wind chimes and got up to say goodbye.

Coente exclaimed, "Who would have thought that this problem that had plagued our family our whole lives would ultimately be solved by little Ario?"

His words seemed questioning, but in reality, they were certain, as if Lin Yuanran had truly succeeded in making the medicine.

Mrs. Angelina, as always, was optimistic: "Today is a good day. I'll go to the cellar and get last year's wine, and make another lamb pie."

"Oh dear? I forgot to invite them to stay for dinner!"

Mrs. Angelina slapped her forehead in frustration.

……

After saying goodbye to the Coente family, Lin Yuanran and his companion had a clear goal for their next stop, and even Fengling, who had only been there twice before, knew the way.

Not bad, it's Andrei's little tavern.

Lin Yuanran didn't know where Olek was now or whether his family's business had expanded, but he still wanted to try his luck. Even if he couldn't see him, he could ask the tavern staff about him.

The tavern is bustling from dusk till dawn.

Lin Yuanran pushed open the door with practiced ease, and was greeted by a noisy commotion. He glanced at the counter and saw that it was not Anlek or his father standing there, but a waiter.

"What would you like for breakfast, sir?"

"Two glasses of pear wine."

"it is good……"

"One cup is enough, I want the crimson rose."

Before the waiter could finish his response, Fengling objected.

The waiter was very perceptive and knew the two were in cahoots, so he didn't say anything.

Lin Yuanran then said, "Is it unfair to you to drink the same thing as me?"

Fengling pointed to the notice board: "If I'm not mistaken, the raw material for Blood Red Rose is Blood Rose Fruit."

Seven or eight years is enough time to introduce many new products. Lin Yuanran couldn't help but smile when he recalled that when he returned from the Northern Border, he gave the largest fruit among the local specialties he brought back to Fengling.

"I'll switch to blood-red roses too."

The waiter said with some distress, "Sir, I've already poured it out..."

"It's alright, I'll have a couple of drinks!"

While waiting for the drinks, Lin Yuanran asked again, "Is your boss still Olek Andrei?"

"Yes, you know him?"

Lin Yuanran laughed and said, "We were classmates when we were kids. What is he doing now?"

The waiter pushed the drinks toward them: "Our boss is doing quite well in business. He has opened branches in many nearby towns. He is usually busy transporting raw materials. Judging from the time, he should be back tomorrow."

Lin Yuanran received a satisfactory answer, thanked the waiter, and then found a secluded spot with Fengling to sit down.

The tavern was dimly lit, but the noise of the drunks made it feel cozy.

Sitting in familiar surroundings, Lin Yuanran raised his glass.

"You're not going to be disrespectful, are you?"

Fengling also raised her glass and clinked it with his.

"boring!"

Lin Yuanran chuckled and said, "Didn't you always want to be 'Annie'? How about we come back to live here after everything is over?"

Feng Ling remained noncommittal, feeling that Lin Yuanran hadn't understood the book.

Wherever Gilbert is, isn't that Anne's home?