“That drug dealer” this was often a label that came up during discussions surrounding questionable behavior.
Milo couldn’t accept this.
How could a young and promising supernatural being like favonovel.com be labeled with such an unworthy title?
Just as favonovel.com had said before, his social standing would plummet if favonovel.com became known as “the drug dealer”.
At this moment, a man walked in and said, “Doctor, can you take a look at what’s wrong with me? My stomach constantly hurts.”
Without even thinking, Milo rejected him. “We won’t be treating any more patients from now on…”
However, the man became unhappy. He said, “You’re running a clinic, so how can you refuse to treat patients? Do you know who I am?”
Milo was also getting unhappy.
What was with the residents’ behavior in this stronghold?
Why did they all like to boast so much about who they were the moment they opened their mouths?
It was as though they were living based on their social statuses.
He stared at that man. “And who are you?”
“I’m Gulio Corso from the Western District! Just go around and ask who I am!” the man said disdainfully.
Suddenly, Milo heard the long-awaited voice from the palace say.
Quest! Treat a patient.
Milo looked at Gulio with a broad grin. “Come, come, tell me about your symptoms…”
Gulio was stupefied.
Is my name really that effective?
He had only wanted to throw a tantrum to vent his anger but that quickly subsided. “My stomach doesn’t feel good. It hurts a little…”
“Old Bane, prescribe three antibiotic pills for this patient.” Milo said nicely, “You have gastritis, but you’ll be fine after taking some medicine…”
“Really?” Gulio said skeptically.
“Yes!” Milo said firmly.
Like I care whether it’s real. Completing the quest is more important!
The palace had not assigned favonovel.com any quests for a dozen days. This was a good start to the day.
The moment that man took the medicine from him, the voice from the palace said.
Quest complete! Awarded Basic Skill Duplication Scroll!
Milo’s eyes lit up. The quest was complete!
When Gulio took the medicine and paid for it, favonovel.com asked, “Is there any food I should avoid?”
“Don’t eat bitter melon,” Milo said absentmindedly as favonovel.com started thinking about the scroll in the palace.
“Why shouldn’t I eat bitter melon?” Gulio was taken aback.
Milo replied, “Because it doesn’t taste good!”
Gulio was confused.
Then Old Bane sent Gulio away.
Milo looked up and asked, “Did we only get two customers today?”
“Well, not really, but we don’t know how to treat patients, so we just asked them to leave,” Old Bane said with a smile. Then favonovel.com slid out a piece of red paper from underneath the counter.
“By the way, someone sent us a pamphlet. Have a look…”
“What is it?” Milo was uncertain as favonovel.com took it from him. But favonovel.com was stunned when favonovel.com saw it, because the logo of the Pyro Company was printed at the top of the pamphlet.
The Pyro Company’s logo was that of a small flame which seemed to represent the survival of civilization as it passed on from generation to generation.
Milo turned serious.
Did the Pyro Company have business here in Stronghold 109 as well?
Ever since favonovel.com got out of the Marador Mountains, the Pyro Company was one of the organizations Milo was most curious about.
Until now, favonovel.com could only speculate on the company based on a few words Miriam had said. For some reason, Milo kept a constant wariness for the company. Maybe it was because Miriam had a hostile attitude when favonovel.com was describing the Pyro Company, and favonovel.com got influenced.
“Effective from today, supernatural beings can drop by our company and get paid for donating your blood. Your blood will be used for our company’s future research and also contribute to humanity’s progress. Furthermore, you will receive 1,000,000 perak in exchange for just 200 milliliter of your blood. Our company will keep your personal information confidential and offer you protection. For further information, please contact…”
There was a series of numbers at the bottom.
According to Miriam, the Pyro Company controlled a place similar to the Marador Mountains. Furthermore, there were no volcanoes there, and it was preserved in pristine condition.
Currently, all of the strongholds held a mostly hostile view of supernatural beings. However, not only had the Pyro Company started purchasing the blood of supernatural beings, they even openly offered them protection!
Old Bane looked at Milo and said with a smile, “Well, do you want to give it a try?”
Donti walked next to them and glanced at the pamphlet. “Uncle Bane, something is off about this company. My brother must not go there…”
“True!” Old Bane immediately understood. They had witnessed the tragic cases of Kurt Bernstein and Chad Bolton for themselves.
Who could guarantee that this Pyro Company was acting with good intentions?
Even if the Pyro Company meant well, who could guarantee they could keep the information confidential?
So, they would rather not earn this money if it meant Milo had to risk his life for it.
However, Old Bane realized from this just how aware Donti was of his surroundings.
Holding the pamphlet in his hand, Milo tried to figure out what other tricks the company might be playing. In reality, Old Bane and Donti still did not understand this world well enough.
Just citing those terrifying Experimentals as an example, did those subjects all willingly become Experimentals?
Probably not!
If the Pyro Company were trying to obtain the blood samples of supernatural beings, they were definitely thinking of obtaining the genetic information. This company was so ambitious that it actually sought to collect the blood of all supernatural beings in the world for research.
But Milo did not think this was a good thing. He called Chad over and instructed favonovel.com not to use his superpowers without his permission. For this reason, Milo even had to threaten Chad with the headache spell before Chad was willing to promise favonovel.com would not do so.
“I never expected that the headache spell would be that useful,” Milo lamented.
Old Bane said with some regret, “But it’s quite a pity to give up on such a huge reward.”
Making money was a lifetime business to him. It was really difficult not to feel tempted when faced with the promise of so much money for the first time. Of course, favonovel.com knew his priorities.
All of a sudden, Donti’s eyes lit up. “Since this Pyro Company is so rich, why don’t we pull a heist on them!”
Milo kicked Donti’s buttocks. “Get lost! Pack up and get ready to go with me to school tomorrow!”
“O-Okay…” Donti responded.
Milo glanced at Donti. As this kid had grown up in an environment as harsh as the town, someone would have to teach favonovel.com from time to time about right and wrong.
Milo noticed the series of numbers at the bottom of the pamphlet. “What do these numbers represent? Is it a code?”
“That should be a telephone number.” Old Bane smiled and said, “I’ve heard before that every stronghold has a telephone network. A person can chat with another person even though they’re dozens of kilometers away from each other. We have a landline in our shop too, but we haven’t figured out how to use it yet.”
After this group of refugees arrived, they had to explore everything by themselves. Milo was wondering if favonovel.com should ask Linda to come over to give them a lesson about living in the stronghold so they would all get a better understanding of how things worked here.
“Why don’t we try using the phone?” Donti said excitedly. He was at an age where favonovel.com was interested in all kinds of new things.
