The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 477 - 356: Reconciliation (Part 2)

What’s more, since Luna was the one who asked him to send them over, it’s even less likely that there would be any problems.

Kian Sterling again thought of the warehouse’s exhausted supply of herbs, and instantly got a headache.

He quickly called in a beastman guard standing at the entrance of the hall, looking at him and instructed, "Quickly send beastmen to gather the herbs listed above. If there are none in the city, look outside the city, or anywhere else. It’s crucial to gather all the ingredients as soon as possible."

The beastman guard took the prescription and glanced at it briefly, instantly shocked, "Beast King, several of the ingredients listed are highly poisonous substances, this..."

Even though he didn’t understand medicine, he was clear about which herbs were toxic.

"Just gather according to the prescription, why so much nonsense? If you keep babbling, do you believe I’ll eat you?"

Malachi Arcanus saw someone questioning Luna’s life-saving recipe, and instantly became displeased, shouting fiercely.

The beastman guard was so scared that he immediately kneeled on the ground, not daring to utter a word, and scrambled out with the prescription.

Although Kian Sterling didn’t know why there were poisonous herbs in the mix, since it was researched by Luna and The Golden Silkworm King, there must be no mistake.

Perhaps it aimed to use poison against poison.

This plague is actually a kind of poison, naturally, a more potent poison is needed to break it.

His gaze fell on the pottery jar, remembering Malachi saying it was The Golden Silkworm King’s saliva, his lips twitched, showing a bit of disdain, as he silently moved his body back, keeping a distance.

This saliva, if not Holy Water, likely serves as an agent to neutralize toxins, otherwise, how could the patient endure it?

One had to admit, the fox instinctively has a shrewd mind, quickly realizing the key point.

"Once the herbs are fully gathered, quickly follow the recipe and brew the medicine. This jar of Holy Water should suffice, but be frugal, just a little bit in the pot as a medicinal guide is enough. Too much would be a waste."

Malachi stood to leave but was stopped by Kian Sterling.

"Hold on."

Kian’s eyes were complex, "Convey my thanks to Luna, also..."

He paused, "Regarding the previous issue, I’m sorry."

If initially the apology was due to Luna Sutton, this time it was entirely sincere.

Malachi was taken aback for a moment, turning to look at Kian, with a somewhat surprised expression.

He seemed not to expect the old fox to suddenly apologize.

He smirked, "Old fox, I’ll accept your apology, and I’ll pass it on to Luna."

If he had any grievances against Kian before, they truly vanished now.

As long as the other doesn’t plot against him in the future, he will treat the incident as if it never happened.

He was about to step away.

Suddenly something came to mind, and he spoke abruptly: "There’s something I’ve got to tell you, The Golden Silkworm King can actually transform, and is pretty handsome. Initially, he refused to help unless he could be Luna’s eighth beast husband; but after getting dealt with by Corbin, he became obedient."

Malachi was furious at this point and lost control of his words, "That little golden worm is sly just like you, constantly hiding in Luna’s space in his original form, letting Luna keep him as a pet. Who knows if he peeked at Luna bathing."

The teacup in Kian’s hand cracked instantly, turning into powder.

It wasn’t about Malachi calling him sly, it was about The Golden Silkworm King daring to aspire to be Luna’s eighth beast husband, while always being pampered as a pet in her space.

Since Luna frequently entered and exited the space, which is the most private area, he was almost sure.

That Golden Silkworm must have seen Luna’s body long ago, otherwise, why would he suddenly transform and propose to be the eighth beast husband as a condition?

It’s clear he couldn’t hold back.

Because of this, Kian was extremely angry.

However, thinking that the other had researched a medicine to combat the plague, saving everyone, he suppressed the raging anger and jealousy in his heart.

"Since the prescription works, once all the herbs are gathered, I’ll arrange for it to be done as soon as possible."

He lifted his gaze to Malachi, a meaningful smile forming on his lips, "Tell The Golden Silkworm King that after handling the affairs in Beast King City, I’ll return and personally... thank him."

The last two words were spoken lightly, yet caused Malachi to inexplicably shiver.

This old fox definitely had no good intentions.

"Alright, alright, I’ll definitely pass your message."

Malachi waved his hand and turned around swiftly, "I must hurry back now, who knows how The Wolf Tribe is doing."

Kian watched the figure disappearing at the entrance, thinking about The Golden Silkworm King, his eyes dangerously narrowed, calculating something.

......

At the same time, thirty elite beastman warriors dispatched by The Wolf Tribe had already arrived at various major tribes in the Lower Domain of the Beast World Continent, carrying Holy Water and prescriptions.

Ronan was the first to arrive at The Bear Tribe, and before entering, he was already greeted by a chorus of coughing sounds and a strange mix of smells in the air.

There were medicinal odors, the stench of rotting, the smell of beastman vomiting and excretion, and the scent of flames burning bodies, all so nauseating it made one gag.

Once inside, he saw several beastmen toss a barely alive young beastman into a fire pit, muttering words at the corner of their mouths, "Burn it clean, burn it clean, evil spirits will be gone, won’t harm our tribe anymore."

"Stop!"

Ronan’s face changed instantly, almost rushing over to stop them, one hand protecting the Holy Water in his arms while grabbing the bear tribe beastman holding the torch, "Are you crazy? Burning living people?"

The bear tribe beastman instantly looked at Ronan, his expression apathetic, "This person is beyond saving, are you waiting for them to infect the whole tribe if you don’t burn them?"

He pointed to his barely breathing companion on the ground, "He could still talk this morning, now even breathing is laborious..."

"As long as he’s not dead, there’s hope; don’t rush to burn him."

Ronan released the man’s hand, pulled out the Beast Skin Scroll from his arms, "Here’s the prescription developed by The Wolf Tribe, and there’s this."

He shook the pottery jar, "The Golden Silkworm Holy Water, a specialized agent against the plague!"

The surroundings fell silent.

Suddenly a female rushed out, kneeling at Ronan’s feet, "Please... save my child..."

She held a purple-skinned young cub in her arms, the little one on the brink of death.

Without hesitation, Ronan opened the jar, pried open the little cub’s mouth, and poured in a little, "Let the child drink some first."

He dared not pour too much, as this was an agent, once used up it would be gone.

The surrounding bear tribe beastmen didn’t block him either; it had come to this, a last-ditch attempt might really work as the other claimed, and save the entire Bear Tribe.

The female, seeing this, stared closely at her child’s face, silently praying for The Beast God’s blessing.

Fortunately, the Holy Water was effective, even immediately.

Before long, the little cub’s originally purple complexion returned to normal, even the fever subsided, and breathing became stable.

Though still weak, it was evidently improved, no longer on the brink of death.

"Holy medicine, we are saved, hahaha, our Bear Tribe is saved."

The Bear Tribe beastmen instantly boiled over, excitedly rushing forward, yearning to grab the pottery jar.

Ronan quickly retreated while guarding the jar, shouting at the top of his lungs, "This is an agent meant to work with the prescription to save more people; no one is allowed to snatch it. If it’s gone, your Bear Tribe might as well wait for death."

These words snapped those beastmen who originally wanted to rush forward out of their frenzy, bringing them back to their senses, no longer mindlessly charging forward to grab, all showing embarrassed expressions.