Four Split Personalities

"Should I stay with you a bit longer? Mor and Jadka are watching."

"I’m really fine."

"Hmm, okay then, do you want some snacks?"

"Woof!?"

...

Never mind Ya Ya getting frightened and puffing up, the two people under the command of the Viper Chamber of Commerce were also not idle on the open ground. They hadn’t noticed Motan and the others. After the orc woman had died completely, Sergei picked up her body with disgust and went into the forest to dispose of it, while Iron Bolt ordered another orc man, whose legs were completely useless, to crawl before him and took off his helmet.

"Mmm, the effect is good; the variation won’t exceed three points for common orcs."

Iron Bolt took the helmet, caressed the ring of peculiar crystals, and chuckled happily, "Since it’s already counted a success, the Chamber will definitely provide me with more materials. Soon I’ll be able to measure the interference threshold for most of the races. Well, let’s try this one last thing~"

He pulled out a black pill from his pocket and placed it in the hand of the orc slave who could only prostrate on the ground, ordering him to swallow it. Although he had removed the helmet, he was still very obedient to Iron Bolt’s orders, and without hesitation, he put the pill into his mouth.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a muffled growl, the orc named Pat actually swelled up by two whole sizes. His once gaunt body, due to malnutrition, suddenly became muscled and bulging, so much so that his shirt burst open and skin cracked, transforming the 180-centimeter-tall orc commoner into a 230-centimeter-tall creature, resembling an underdeveloped but robust ogre.

Of course, because his legs had already been thoroughly ruined by Sergei, the now devilishly muscular Pat still couldn’t stand up, but even as he lay on the ground, he looked intimidating enough.

"What is that?"

At that moment, Ji Xiaoge had climbed back to a good vantage point with Ya Ya, and upon looking up, she saw Pat, who looked as though he had been through a grueling two and a half years in a gym, and couldn’t help frowning, although the orc’s expression showed no sign of pain.

Motan, who had witnessed the entire process, slightly frowned and then turned his gaze toward Jadka, the most knowledgeable among them.

"I don’t know."

The old Mage also shook his head and whispered, "However, it looks like some kind of alchemical product."

Motan nodded gently, adding, "And it probably didn’t cost much to make, or else the goblin wouldn’t feed it so easily to merchandise that has little value left. It’s likely some kind of cheap consumable with significant side effects, possibly used to enhance strength or physical ability."

He rubbed his hair a bit helplessly, thinking that if one of the apprentice alchemists he knew were here, they could probably give a definitive answer at a glance, and even analyze the specific ingredients clearly.

From their previous time spent together and verification with several alchemists in the Holy Land, Motan could attest that Luna’s knowledge in the field of alchemy was incredibly deep, and even disregarding Forbidden Techniques like human alchemy, she was definitely erudite.

It was just that Luna wasn’t here; at the moment, the girl should be on the ship with Yu Chen, Xia Lian, and his other body, escorted by Bora and a group of Scarlan sailors, advancing along the Jin Hui River toward the Holy Land.

However, just then, Ya Ya suddenly muttered somewhat absentmindedly, "Black magic drug..."

"What?"

Motan, Ji Xiaoge, and Jadka all turned their gaze to the somewhat dazed canine girl.

"Huh?"

Ya Ya’s somewhat hazy eyes suddenly regained clarity, then she shook her ears in confusion, "What are you looking at me for?"

Jadka asked puzzledly, "What did you just say about a black magic drug?"

"What’s a black magic drug? What are you blabbering about?"

Ya Ya looked completely clueless, and if it weren’t for her slick talk, she would appear just like the usual silly, cute dog.

"Never mind, let’s quietly observe the changes," Motan said, shaking his head and quickly moving past the subject, then turning back to watch the situation on the open ground, his voice grave, "But let’s all be ready for combat..."

Jadka paused for a second, then said quietly, "The help I mentioned before will need at least another half-hour."

"Can you win?"

"Yes."

"Good, I know now, I hope everything goes smoothly."

After Jadka gave an affirmative answer, Motan gently let out a sigh of relief and then continued to observe the clearing that still reeked of blood, leaning on the hilt of his sword.

Two minutes later, Sergei, who had dragged away a body, returned to the clearing. He quickly walked up to Iron Bolt, glancing sideways at the enormous orc barely recognizable in its original form, and asked casually, "Did you use it on him?"

"Yes, because the adjustment is complete."

Iron Bolt patted the helmet in his hands, his expression full of excitement: "Their physical fitness isn’t much different from each other, and right now they’re all extremely weak. The remaining slaves can all be dealt with using the same specifications, so I decided to try the magic potion before the other party arrives."

Sergei raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "And the result?"

"About what I expected."

Iron Bolt walked forward, pinched the orc Pat’s shoulder, and then took out a small knife and poked him a few times, grinning, "Physical fitness probably tripled, no sense of pain, won’t get tired, fiercely fearless of death, and obeys commands; although this inferior magic potion has reduced his lifespan to only around three months, within this time, he is definitely a very qualified and usable tool, and it is also mass-produceable, absolutely meeting the customers’ needs."

His voice wasn’t deliberately lowered, so Motan and the others heard everything loud and clear. Beyond their anger, they also began to wonder just who this so-called ’customer’ might be.

The four didn’t ponder for too long because just after two minutes, as Sergei was testing the orc Pat’s basic abilities, a tall figure accompanied by the sound of clanging metal appeared in the clearing.

Iron Bolt, Sergei, Motan, and the others all turned their gazes in that direction...

It was a large, rugged-looking human knight. He appeared to be in his thirties, with healthy, wheat-colored skin, wearing an opulent-looking set of silver knight armor and holding a sparkling longsword. A crimson cape fluttered behind him, lending him an especially striking appearance.

"Is this..."

Motan glanced at Jadka and subtly gestured toward the stylishly dressed middle-aged knight with his chin.

"No."

The old mage frowned slightly, speaking in a lowered tone, "Do you see the blood-eyed black bear on his chest armor? This man should be from the Hawkwood Family, but I don’t remember him."

Motan nodded slightly, which wasn’t unexpected. After all, Jadka had left the Caselo Prairie half a century ago, and not recognizing such ’younger’ family members was not a problem.

The issue was...

Why a man from the Hawkwood Family would appear here.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and then opened the system clock to glance at it, noticing that there were still exactly twenty-three minutes before the time Jadka had promised.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ji Xiaoge and Ya Ya’s expressions were quite solemn. The two ladies were not fools; like Motan, they had roughly the same ominous guess, and it was not a pleasant one.

Half a minute later, their concerns became reality...

"You two are people from ’Viper,’ right?"

The middle-aged knight walked up to a spot not far from Iron Bolt and Sergei, gently tapped the family crest on his knight armor, and said with a proud tone, "I am your guest, the future leader of the Hawkwood Family, Lex Hawkwood."

"Hello, sir." "Viper Chamber of Commerce salutes you, noble Lord Lex."

The two third-class officials showed sincere smiles.

Lex Hawkwood smiled as well...

"Then, where is my merchandise?"

Chapter 487: End