I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey Chapter 381

Prima put down the communicator, let out a long sigh of relief, and then patted her face vigorously, so that her mind, which had been immersed in reading books and drug preparation for a long time, would wake up a bit.

She glanced at the medicine bottle next to her hand, and picked up the “Original Potions Secret Book” on the spotless laboratory table. Prima caressed the book fascinatedly, and the gilded characters seemed to flicker. glowing.

For Prima, this is the light of truth.

This book almost records all the potion knowledge beyond the current research, and is the lifelong pursuit of all pharmacists.

She hugged the thick book tightly, her heart couldn’t help beating, and her excitement rose.

Boss Lin’s meaning… rounding up is what Ms. Wapujisi meant.

During the time spent in the bookstore, she had already fully understood one point, that is, Mo En, who is the next ruler of the power of the night, is also sincerely and diligently managing his identity as a bookstore assistant , because as the owner of the bookstore, Lin Jie, in Mo En’s view, is the “father” who gave him a new life.

All Moen’s ideas are based on Lin Jie.

Therefore, Prima, who lived with Mo En during that time and listened to Mo En’s respect for Boss Lin every day, naturally engraved this into her heart.

This must be a test!

Boss Lin hopes that I can solve the problem with my own strength and contribute my value to him.

After leaving the bookstore, her life also began to undergo tremendous changes. This great being who can be called omniscient and omnipotent completely changed her destiny with a handy handout.

That being the case, she should do her best to repay.

After gaining knowledge from Boss Lin, Prima did not stop learning for a day.

Just waiting for this day to come!

Prima took a few deep breaths, thinking that this was her first time as the director of pharmacy, and she was going to lead and command other people to take action, she still couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

After demonstrating several times in her mind what she should do next, the shy little girl plucked up her courage, tidied her clothes, walked out of the laboratory, and looked at the scholars who were all looking at her.

She restrained her subconscious urge to retreat and hide behind the door, imitating her sister’s quick and capable appearance in her memory, and said in a calm voice: “Urgent missions, anyone above A-level who is not researching missions, follow me, Put on your hazmat suits and go to Block 67.”

This was Prima’s first time giving orders. Looking at the quiet people in front of her, she even wanted to close her eyes.

Sure enough, I still—

“Yes, Director.”

Scholars were naturally divided into two groups. Those below A-level continued to work, while those above A-level automatically stood up and walked to the room where the protective clothing was placed.

Ordinary scholars who are not exposed to the level of rights are simple and pure in thinking, and if there are orders from above, then follow them.

With protective clothing, at least life safety is guaranteed, and pollution and mutation are trivial matters.

And Block 67, this is a rare remnant of two god-level battles with all their strength… There must be a lot of places worth studying!

As long as there is a little achievement, you can leave a strong mark in the academic field, even if you die, it is worth it!

A few scholars even came over excitedly, shook Prima’s hand and said, “Thank you, Director, for giving me this opportunity! I will do whatever you want!”

Prima looked at the scholar in front of her and nodded vigorously, her anxiety gradually turned into joy.

It turns out, it turns out… my sister used to feel like this.

…

67 blocks.

The pervasive gunpowder smoke is mixed with the power of ether and chaotic rules, like mist, inhaled into the lungs, like a slow poison, constantly killing limited lives.

Winston glanced at the communication device in his hand anxiously and anxiously, then turned to look at Caroline who was resting. The few investigations just now had pushed her to the limit, and she lost consciousness completely at this moment, unable to condense any more ether.

But… still in vain.

Caroline’s staring eyes could only feel the constant rhythm of the burning power belonging to Joseph, living like an undead in this depressed battlefield, interfering with the display of all information.

This made Caroline helpless.

And it was the same remaining power that made it impossible for Winston to set foot on this land.

Now, their only hope is someone sent by the Truth Society.

“Snapped.”

A hand suddenly tapped Winston’s shoulder.

Winston was startled, and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but thought that there was no one else here except himself and Caroline, and the person who came could only be the rescue they were waiting for, and he was suddenly happy.

He turned his head, and… saw nothing.

“Please lower your head.”

Hearing this, Winston subconsciously lowered his gaze, and a tightly wrapped dwarf was looking up at him.

“You are……”

“Prima Sandra, director of the Pharmacy Department of the Truth Society.”

Prima’s voice came out from the ether protective suit, and she sounded muffled: “Vice President Andrew sent me here.”

“Oh it’s you.”

Winston was stunned for a moment. According to the information from the Secret Ritual Tower, Prima was also one of the people who had stayed in the bookstore for a period of time. After that period of time, she was directly promoted to the director of pharmacy by Andrew.

Sure enough, as long as it was about Boss Lin, Andrew would not dare to neglect him.

Directly let the person who has such a close relationship with the bookstore come.

However, in this way, does it mean that what Boss Lin said at the time was true?

“Joseph will win, but the process will be more tortuous”…probably.

After all, if that one really wants to play with them, Prima can be stopped casually.

Half of the big rock in Winston’s heart fell to the ground. In this case, the chance of Joseph being alive is 20% higher than before. Great…

However, is the little girl in front of her really good?

Winston couldn’t hide his worry. Although the Prima in front of him was indeed someone who had been favored by the bookstore, she was too young… and even in the information of the Secret Ritual Tower, there was no one in front of her. A record of girls’ achievements in pharmacy.

Even if Joseph is alive now, I’m afraid the situation is already very bad. Can she really do it?

It’s not enough to rely on the doctors and pharmacists who make up the numbers.

Although she could see the suspicion in the eyes of the knight in front of her, Prima did not doubt herself any more at the moment, she just whispered calmly and firmly: “Although Vice President Andrew didn’t say anything, I think you are going to save Joseph. Sir, right? Please believe me, I will definitely bring him out! I swear in the name of the night!”

Winston was taken aback for a moment, he didn’t expect that she was a follower of the original witch.

But… No, since he believes in Vapujis, his attitude towards the bookstore owner should be towards pagans—or pagan gods.

After all, the source of the corpse eating religion is probably that person.

Why did Prima accept the gift from the bookstore, and even directly joined Andrew’s faction?

Could it be a betrayer… No, it’s not right, her eyes are sincere, even close to fanatics.

Winston looked at the back of the girl who turned around, and the confusion in his heart could not be answered, but a terrible conjecture vaguely emerged in his heart. In such a situation, there may be only one possibility——

The bookstore has the same origin as the original…?

When Winston was shocked by his conjecture, Prima had already rushed to the hell-like battlefield without hesitation.

The pervasive ether force field bit Prima’s protective clothing like a wild beast. Prima tightened the “Original Potion Secret Code” in her arms slightly, took a deep breath, and after assigning tasks to others, I gradually penetrated into the center of the battlefield.