With the addition of mint juice, bubbles appeared in the light blue medicine, as if it was suddenly boiling.
"Come, make way." Mrs. Michelle motioned to Kercherov to move a little further away from Effie.
Ketchelov was still confused, but he took a few steps back as Mrs. Michel instructed.
"Effie is unconscious. How can you let her drink this potion?"
Ketchlov asked curiously.
"Who told you this was for drinking?"
Michelle raised his head and added some medicinal powder that Ketchlov could not understand into the potion.
"Isn't this a potion to be drunk?"
Ketchlov was suspicious, but after the reaction of the potion was completed, Mrs. Michelle immediately stood beside Effie with the potion in her hand.
Mrs. Michelle took the cup by the handle, raised it above Effie's head, and then reversed it at her wrist.
A whole cup of freshly prepared medicine was poured on Effie's body.
The potion in the cup was poured onto Effie's body without a drop left.
The unconscious Effie was drenched in cold water.
After doing all this, Mrs. Michelle put the cup in her hand in the sink to rinse it.
He kept muttering, "Twenty marks, twenty marks. Twenty marks are gone."
She didn't even turn her head, just waited quietly for the potion to take effect.
Suddenly Mrs. Michelle shouted again,
"No, there's also the scrapped pot, which adds up to thirty marks. Oh. I have to mix two more bottles to make it back."
Ketchlov was very surprised by Mrs. Michel's reaction, as if she was very confident in her medicine, but Ketchlov didn't know what to do at this time.
If you move Effie rashly, bad changes may occur.
So Ketchlov stood silently by.
Mrs. Michel saw the new wounds on Ketchlov's body and remembered the scene when Ketchlov rushed into the house carrying Effie despite the pain. She said to Ketchlov,
"The wooden cabinet on the right side of the main entrance, the sixth compartment from the top down."
Following Mrs. Michel's instructions, Kercherov opened the drawer.
Inside were jars of purple ointment.
"Why are you just standing there? Take a can and apply it on the bumps and bruises."
Mrs. Michel rolled her eyes and said to herself,
"Two gold marks for the ointment. I've lost thirty-two marks before I even started business today. Bad luck."
After hearing this, Ketchlov couldn't help but look sideways. He didn't expect that Mrs. Michelle also had a money-loving side.
He took out the ointment, scraped a little bit with his fingertips, and applied it to the wound.
A wave of coolness came from the wound, which seemed to make the pain less severe.
"This is Ziyun ointment, it's very useful. I'll give you this box as a gift."①
"Ah, thank you, Mrs. Michelle."
"Danggui, marigolds, and comfrey are soaked in bitter almond oil for a year to make this ointment. Use it sparingly. It will last you a month."
After that, Mrs. Michelle covered her head and said loudly,
"Oh, there's a sale going on today. If you spend ten marks or more, you'll get two bars of soap for free. Damn, I almost forgot."
Mrs. Michel turned around and began to pack her bag. She put some change in her bag and said to Kercherov,
"The item information and prices are all in the book on the counter. When a customer comes, just follow the instructions in the book to get them. I'm going to be out for a while and will be back soon."
Then he pushed the door open and walked out in a hurry, as if he didn't care about Effie who was still in a coma.
Ketchlov smiled helplessly, staring in a daze at Effie who was covered in dark green potion.
After a while, Effie groaned in pain, covered her head, and shouted,
"Ouch, my head hurts. It hurts so much."
Seeing that Effie woke up, Ketchlov took a clean towel from the sink and gently wiped the sticky medicine on Effie's face.
"Don't move, don't move. Let me clean it for you, or you won't be able to open your eyes."
Ketchlov whispered to Effie, who was twisting and turning because of a headache.
"Oh, okay. What is this taste. So bitter."
Effie complained with her eyes closed.
Ketchelov rolled his eyes and patiently wiped Effie's face clean.
Looking at the pink and fair little face, Kercherov had an urge to pinch her with his hands, but Effie had already opened her eyes.
Looking at Ketchlov with clear and innocent eyes, Effie asked,
"Eh? How did we get back to grandma's pharmacy? What's all this sticky stuff on me?"
Ketchev was a little surprised when he heard this.
"You don't remember? I went to the bathroom, and when I came back you were alone in the concert hall singing some weird ballad, and then you passed out. You don't remember anything?"
Ketchlov asked.
Effie frowned, thinking hard about what Ketchlov said, but she couldn't remember ever doing such a thing.
Effie shook her head helplessly and said,
"I don't remember. I just remember that the gelato was delicious. Hehe, it had a sweet and smooth taste. I'll go there to eat it next time."
Seeing how Effie was so heartless and focused on eating, Ketchlov felt that his worries were useless, but at least she had turned back into the innocent girl instead of the ethereal prophet who was isolated from the world.
Thinking back carefully, it seems that Effie's body was occupied by some existence at that time, but that existence was not necessarily evil.
Ketchlov searched his mind for beings that might be capable of such an act of occupying a mortal body, but he ruled them all out.
"What on earth has invaded Effie?"
This thought lingered in Ketchlov's mind, and curiosity drove him to know the truth.
Seeing Ketchlov in a daze, Effie playfully stretched out her finger and poked Ketchlov in the face.
"What are you thinking about?" Effie asked.
"Well, it's nothing. Just wait for your grandma to come back. After she comes back, you can go home and change your clothes."
Ketchev spread his hands and said.
"Well, it's so sticky and uncomfortable." Effie complained.
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Public Security Bureau Archives
Jobtran and Rhodes were searching through piles of documents for information about the Secret Society.
"Oh my god, there's too much information on this secret society, right?"
Ross said as he held a pile of documents in his hands and placed them on the table.
"The more information there is, the bigger the problem is with this secret society." Jobtran flipped through the documents in his hand. There was a notebook next to him, and he was writing down key information with a pen in his hand.
The notes were already filled with dense information, every sentence was a condensed archive content, and every piece of content was accurately classified into various industries.
The more you explore, the more you can feel the horror of the Secret Rite Society, an organization active in society.
Jobtran frowned and tried to analyze the membership structure of the Secret Society, but came to a daunting conclusion.