My cousin is becoming a legend.

Follow old Turner back to the workshop.

Lynn met Brown Narell.

At this moment, his face no longer showed its usual sinister and ruthless expression, but rather an unusual excitement.

"Lynn! You're a genius!"

Brown put his arm around Lynn and laughed heartily.

Lynn's horrific performance shattered all his assumptions and plans.

With such a talented individual, how could the Narell family not prosper!

Lynn said calmly, "You flatter me, sir. I wonder if my sister is suitable..."

Brown didn't hesitate at all and waved his hand.

"No problem, Lynn. We just had a little misunderstanding before. Tonight you can—no, right now you can go to the temple to take your sister away."

Lynn bowed his head in thanks and prepared to leave.

However, Brown did not let go.

He still had a big smile on his face.

"Don't rush, Lynn, I'd like to talk to you more. Tell me, how many of these potions can you make in a day?"

After thinking for a moment, Lynn gave his answer.

"A maximum of two a day, and the quality won't be much higher than this time."

Brown shook his head upon hearing this.

"Lynn, while I am pleased with your rapid progress, it won't be enough if you only maintain this level of quality. I believe your potential is much greater than this."

"Alright, give me a deadline. When exactly can you concoct a fourth-grade potion?"

"Then give me another month, but I need enough materials to practice with," Lynn said calmly.

"Materials are not a problem."

Brown laughed.

"I just hope you can reach your goal on time, otherwise I might take the initiative to help you improve your talent."

Lynn understood the threat in Brown's words.

He nodded.

After a few more mundane pleasantries, Lynn was preparing to take Nareel's men to the temple to fetch the people.

Suddenly, a knight pushed open the workshop door.

"Sir, something terrible has happened! The monsters in the cave have rioted!"

Brown's face immediately darkened upon hearing this.

"What were the losses?"

"My lord, the soldiers guarding the cave and the surrounding civilians have all been scalded to death; their deaths were extremely gruesome!"

"Damn it! Who asked you that? I was asking if the vineyards there have been affected!?"

The Cavaliers staggered after being slapped by Brown.

However, he immediately stood up straight again.

"Reporting, sir, your estate has not been affected!"

Brown relaxed a bit.

He turned to ask old Turner.

"Turner, did you find out what that thing is?"

Old Turner quickly explained, "Sir, I found in a book that it is a rare energy creature, which can also be considered a natural disaster."

Brown frowned and asked, "An energy creature? Turner, if I block the entrance, will that solve the problem once and for all?"

Old Turner shook his head.

"My lord, you'd better not try to suppress it, otherwise it will cause even greater damage. It should be in its growth phase right now. My suggestion is to immediately send superhumans into the cave to kill it. Destroying the monster's energy core will end this disaster."

Brown hesitated upon hearing this.

Although the pressure on the front lines is not high at present, the two armies are only engaging in small-scale skirmishes as a formality.

But that only resulted in the deaths of some insignificant ordinary people.

But this matter involved his superhuman subordinates, and he dared not take the risk.

That was, after all, his most precious asset.

"Turner, what will be the final result if we continue to ignore that monster?"

Turner's tone was somber.

"It will probably destroy everything around the cave into ruins and then disappear. Of course, there is also the possibility that it will inexplicably disappear or move to another place."

"Can you determine the extent of the damage?"

Old Turner hesitated for a moment: "According to the book, once that monster is fully grown, its energy will probably destroy the entire village."

"Just a village?"

Brown completely relaxed.

He waved to the knight beside him.

"Go, mobilize all personnel in the surrounding area to quickly harvest all the grapes, and then rapidly relocate all the winemaking facilities."

Old Turner was somewhat stunned upon hearing this.

"My lord, aren't you going to eliminate that monster?"

Brown countered, "Old Turner, when exactly will this monster unleash its full power?"

"Perhaps at the latest... in about two weeks?"

Turner was somewhat uncertain.

Brown chuckled upon hearing this.

"There's enough time to harvest the grapes. It's just a village anyway, so what if it's burned? Next year, the soil there will be more fertile, and the grapes grown there will be even sweeter."

Old Turner stared at Brown's beaming face, feeling a lump in his throat.

"Alright, old Turner, go to the storeroom to collect your reward later. You did a great job again this time."

Brown patted the somewhat silent old Turner, then turned to look at Lynn.

"Lynn, you can go now. You're free this afternoon. Go and pick up your sister."

Lynn nodded his thanks and followed the knight out of the workshop.

Step onto the carriage.

He was thinking about the forbidden mercury.

Just now, when no one was looking, he took a few bottles of fire retardant and put them into his ring.

Perhaps he can try to probe tonight.

With the fire retardant, a mere Foolish Beast-level Forbidden Mercury would be difficult for others to deal with, but he only needed to hold out until he finished chanting the incantation.

The carriage traveled smoothly all the way.

They arrived at the temple quickly.

The knight dismounted, entered the temple, found the high priest, and handed him Brown's letter.

The high priest looked somewhat reluctant after reading the letter.

However, he still released Tina.

Tina was released from the room by the priestess.

She was not hurt, but she was a little listless.

It seems that this period of time has made her very anxious.

As soon as he saw Tina come out of the temple, Lynn went to greet her, his tone somewhat anxious.

"Tina, did they give you any strange potions to drink?"

Tina shook her head.

"I'm fine, brother. The priestesses were very kind to me and didn't give me any medicine."

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little worried.

He decided to ask old Turner for more details later so that Tina could get a checkup.

Lynn helped Tina into the carriage.

Tina must have been quite frightened.

Otherwise, she would have pounced on him long ago.

Although Lynn felt that his sister was acting strangely, he was still relieved that their relationship had returned to normal.

The carriage drove home.

Tina gazed at the scenery outside the window, her mind filled with countless thoughts.

This short period of imprisonment changed her perspective.

For the first time, she directly realized just how much pressure her brother was under.

At the same time, she also realized the power of violence for the first time.

In this chaotic world, it seems that might makes right.

This time, she deliberately kept her distance from her brother.

It wasn't because she changed her mind, but because she felt that she had been so naive before.

Crying and talking won't solve the problem.

Only violence can solve everything.

If she is stronger than her brother, then what else is there to worry about?

And all of this depends on that alchemy book.

Although there were many unfamiliar words, she didn't read it very smoothly at first.

But after marking the definitions, she felt the book was quite easy to understand.

Moreover, based on the knowledge in the book, she seemed to have a feeling...

Tina stared blankly at the scene outside the car window.

The knight rode ahead on a white horse that was panting heavily.

Children chased each other, laughing and playing, along the gravel path on both sides.

Vendors set up stalls along the roadside and haggled with passersby, their spittle flying as they went.

The carriage drove past a flower stall.

Tina's gaze followed it backward.

The flowers are so vibrant.

That's what she thought.

Then, a strange wind blew up.

The flower stall owner let out a gasp.

Tina reached out and took the red rose that was being blown by the wind.

She chuckled softly.

So that's how it is. Is this what spiritual power is?

brother.

No, Lynn.

I will become stronger than you sooner or later...