Chapter 111.3


    When I saw Keril Village, I could barely walk.


    I nearly fell multiple times, leaning on the guards to somehow keep moving.


    The bite location wasn’t good either.


    My left arm was near my heart. I could feel my pulse weakening.


    My mind was still clear, but who knew how long that would last?


    Brent, who had slightly improved, was still unconscious.


    The gate opened, and several guards ran over.


    Then Brent’s subordinate bowed his head as soon as he saw me.


    “Sorry, we only managed to secure one antidote potion!”


    “What about the ingredients?”


    “We have several alchemical solutions and plenty of materials!”


    “Then immediately—”


    I stumbled mid-sentence.


    I instinctively reached out with both arms, but my left arm lacked strength, and I crashed to the ground.


    “You’ve been poisoned...”


    The subordinate’s face, helping me up, was filled with despair.


    After taking care of the fire, we were carried to the barracks and each placed in a room.


    On the table were three alchemical solutions, Lanium grass, Soglio fruits, processed Kungus roots for the antidote, and alchemy tools.


    Suppressing my eagerness, I leaned on the chair and assessed the situation.


    Besides me, three were poisoned.


    Among them, Brent was in critical condition, and one guard was moderately injured.


    Despite this, the adventurers and I were only mildly affected.


    “I gave it to Brent.”


    “How is he?”


    “He briefly regained consciousness, but I don’t think he’s cured.”


    “I see. If we’ve bought time, that’s enough.”


    The subordinate brought a lower-quality antidote than the standard.


    Even my standard quality hadn’t fully healed. I hadn’t expected much from the start.


    “The antidote potion might expel Sopric’s poison. Be careful not to touch any excretions or sweat. Oh, and the guards, adventurers, and merchants with us too. Tell anyone treated with the potions to change clothes, even if they weren’t poisoned.”


    “I’ll inform them. I’ll also get the alchemy tools. Anything else?”


    “Only if you have time. Look for Hetschel cactus.”


    The subordinate agreed and hurried out.


    Using Kungus root as a material, I mostly made standard-quality potions.


    Occasionally, I produced good quality, but with Hetschel cactus, the chances significantly increased.


    However, it’s a plant native to the southeast Korusnet region, rarely seen even in nearby Leadwald.


    Selene might have it, but I doubted Keril Village did.


    I tried to resume work, scooping the shaved roots.


    They slipped through my fingers.


    So soon—my right hand too.


    I still felt sensations, but I couldn’t exert force.


    Even if I didn’t die immediately, losing control would be as good as dead.


    I managed to scoop it up and put it in the alchemical solution.


    Then, staring at the lamp’s light, I leaned back in the chair.