Chapter 182: Misanthropy (4)
Jeremi took out a bunch of equipment from her traveling gear. She was overflowing with confidence.
“These are potions I had kept in reserve.”
There were clear bottles stored inside of a wooden box. Each bottle sloshed with various liquids of different colors. Aside from the potions, the surgery knife, incense, and herbal powder that I saw last time were also stored in other compartments. How should I describe this? It was like I was looking at the belongings of a herbalist, doctor, and perfumer all in one.
“Mm. It seems that you are not a simple assassin, but also a hardworking alchemist, huh?”
“It is normal for an assassin to know about medicine if they want to at least become the vice-captain of an assassin group.”
So it’s essential for them to know about poisonous substances and gases? In that case, assassins have to be gifted in both fields. The image I had of assassins had been quite different until now.
We finished our preparations and returned to the carriage.
Daisy was still collapsed on the floor of the carriage. Jeremi immediately put Daisy on the bed and started to treat her. She poured some sort of yellow liquid into Daisy’s mouth. When I asked her what it was, it was apparently a honey liquid with several different herbs melted into it.
“Not only is she suffering from the aftereffects of excessive potion use……sheesh, Your Highness, you also injured her severely. Look at her torn lips. I feel like these injuries are probably more severe than the aftereffects.”