As expected, a single sentence from Lance struck Paracelsus's sensitive spot.
Right, if I don't have to care for patients, I'll have time for my research, won't I? she thought.
"This time, I've acquired many interesting things: Succubus Mucus, Witch's Brew, and even the witch's manuscripts..." Lance said, listing the items as if reading from a menu. His words immediately captured her attention.
With these endless research topics, she simply couldn't bear to leave.
Lance sensed her emotions calming and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
I want Grendel, and I want Paracelsus. Anything that falls into my hands will never be let go, he resolved.
Inspired by Lance, Paracelsus realized she needed to rush back to the camp to record each patient's condition. If her methods didn't work, it would be a huge embarrassment for both her and Lance.
