Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

The antipyretic grass grew on a steep slope. Although the height was not that imposing, standing at only five or six meters, the incline was extremely steep, a sheer drop-off, akin to a right angle. It looked impossible to scale.


Stripped of any gear, Basil Jaak couldn't even tie a rope around his waist for security. He had to rely on his exceptional flexibility and climbing skills, carefully stepping on the rocks protruding from the cliffs as he slowly descended.


For a novice in herbology like Basil, he was clueless about the taxonomy of the antipyretic grass or its scientific name. All he knew was this fiery red herb, which resembled the comb of a rooster, was remarkably effective at reducing fever, even outperforming many commercial fever medications.


After Basil got injured and was struck with an unceasing high fever, it was this herb, boiled into a drink, which alleviated his condition by the next day, restoring him to normal.


Chapter 25: Refusing to Take Bitter Medicine_1