Chapter 3413: Divine Doctor with Wonderful Hands (20)

"Really?" Shiller was very supportive and said, "I'm actually a bit tired, a cup of hot coffee would be perfect right now."

"A Magic Potion works much better than coffee, watch this." Wanda went to the material cabinet beside her, pulled open a drawer, selected several kinds of Magical Herbs, crushed them in a mortar, threw part of them into a pot next to her, mixed the juice of another part together, then filtered it, and finally poured it all into the pot.

As the mixture started bubbling vigorously, Wanda began casting, and a Magic Glow flew from her hands into the pot, changing the color of the potion. A fragrance of herbs dissipated the foul smell of the operating room, revitalizing both of them instantly.

Soon, what could be described more as hot tea rather than coffee, was brought over. Wanda clapped her hands together and said, "Give it a taste, this is the best-selling Magic Potion in my shop, every customer has a cup."

Shiller picked up the cup without seeing any tea leaves. The tea was a glossy blue, which looked a bit difficult to approach, but the aroma was indeed strong, somewhat similar to a blended medicinal tea.

Shiller took a small sip, tasting the minty spiciness, with a cool sensation going from the tip of his tongue straight to his brain, immediately awakening him as he sat by the fireplace. Then came the bitterness of the herbs, but it did not spread to the sides of the tongue, nor did it produce any sourness, the sweet aftertaste quickly followed.

Shiller's eyes brightened as he said, "Delicious."

"Right?" Wanda also brewed a cup for herself, and then said, "I modified the recipe a bit to make the taste less intense, and the customers are very receptive to it."

"I think you could research these in reality as well." Strange said, "Eastern people have already started studying Magical Herbs, you might become a genuine traditional witch before long."

"Really? I actually quite like the feeling of running a shop." Wanda sat down on a small stool by the wall, and then said, "But to reach the level of magic popularization in this world, it might take centuries, I'd still like to pass my nursing exam first."

As they were casually chatting with tea in hand, Shiller suddenly remembered something. He said, "Do you know what Magic Potion can be made with Mandela Herb, Dragon Saliva Flower, and Moon Nightshade?"

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. Holding her cup, she said, "These are restricted herbs, not available on the common market. They can cause Illusions, and potions made from them are also poisonous. Why do you ask about these?"

"Is that so? Then what specific potions can be made?"

Wanda thought deeply for a moment but quickly waved her hand and conjured a thick book, a very typical Magic Book with a purple cover and metallic edges. She started to flip through it looking for information.

"If it's only one or two of these, they are generally used to concoct anesthetics, and the anesthesia solution you are using now should contain these herbs."

"But if all three are used..." Wanda handed the Magic Book to Shiller to see.

"Dream Potion?" Shiller asked, looking at the Latin, "This potion can induce dreams? What does this symbol mean?"

"It's not just about having dreams; the key is that it won't easily wake people up and allows them to enter deep dreams." Wanda stroked the page and said, "This Magic Potion is very dangerous, as one might never wake up after taking it. However, there is also an antidote. Let me see... Sulfur, it needs powdered sulfur for an inhalable aromatherapy..."

Shiller seemed to think of something and said, "Can only witches concoct Magic Potions?"

"Magicians can too. But as far as I know, in this cosmos, real Magicians are very powerful, each having their own Mage Tower, lots of students, and the patronage of the Royal Family; they are extremely rare."

"They usually consider Magic Potions as unsophisticated and look down upon witches, so no Magician would concoct Magic Potions. This task is typically done by witches, passed down through family. My shop was inherited from my mother."

"You said the police are after you, because they mistook you for another witch? Do you know who that is?"

Wanda shook her head, but then said, "I caught a glimpse of the wanted poster they were holding, the witch had red hair too, no wonder they mistook me."

"Last question, could a witch possibly be male?"

"Huh?"

"You said it's a Race, right? So could there be male members?"

"Of course not, how can a witch be male?" Wanda said somewhat exasperatedly, "Males are called warlocks. There are no male witches in this world, only gender-neutral Magicians and witches."

Shiller snapped his fingers and said, "Natasha."

"What?" Strange looked at him and asked.

"The one working in the other ward should be Natasha." Shiller said.

Strange frowned slightly and said, "While Natasha does have red hair indeed, it's not enough to conclude it's her based on that lone clue, is it?"

"Firstly, through the contents of the dream, we can confirm there's something wrong with this hospital, so others might also be able to see what those two children experienced, not only doctors like us."

"The person wants these three ingredients, obviously for concocting a Dream Potion to explore dreams."

"In general, only witches concoct Magic Potions. Neither of us would, so we don't have the means to explore dreams. So we can probably be certain that one of them is female."

"Since our arrival here, all the other players we've met are acquaintances from our universe. There aren't many red-haired females among our acquaintances, aside from Wanda, there's Natasha."

Having said that, Shiller revealed a slightly schadenfreude smile and then said, "Natasha has always been indifferent to magic, now it's her turn to play the witch."

"A Soviet witch..." Strange shook his head, "It's hard to imagine what she could pull off."

"Why do we always get teamed up with familiar faces in this game?" Wanda said, sipping her tea.

"Probably to get us used to the game," Shiller didn't actually know why, but he figured it wasn't just them; probably everyone playing their first duo instance got paired with someone they knew.

There were many advantages to teaming up with familiar faces, the main one being that you could skip the process of probing each other and getting to know one another and just get straight to the action.

In more civilized terms, it meant that players could expend more energy on exploring the narrative. If Shiller and his teammates encountered players from a different cosmos, they'd inevitably spend a lot of time extracting information from each other and learning about who they were. But if it's the same old rivals from the same cosmos, then there's no need to waste time.

Like when they encountered Stark, once Shiller verified it was Tony Stark from their own cosmos, he didn't have to waste time wondering what Stark would do after leaving. He could betray him without any guilt—after all, if he was caught, Steve would figure out a way to rescue him anyway, and there was no reason not to take the bounty.

After listening to Shiller's speculation, Wanda nodded and said, "That does make a lot of sense. But Natasha must have a teammate, right? Who would that be?"

"Batman." There was finally a bit of seriousness in Shiller's expression as he said, "And he's the most difficult Batman to deal with."

Strange sat up straight and looked at Shiller, "What do you mean?"

Shiller shook his head and said, "You guys don't need to know about him because every Batman is more troublesome than you can handle. So, it doesn't matter how troublesome he really is."

"Besides, this is a restricted copy. We're basically powerless ordinary humans; he can't do much to us."

"That's not necessarily true," Strange said, "If Natasha is a witch, then she has attack methods beyond those of an ordinary person. If she surprises us with a spell, we could be in for a rough time."

"If we're talking about being a witch, I'm the expert." Wanda held her teacup and said, "Although my magic power is greatly drained, it can recover with some rest. And she might not be as good at making magic potions as I am; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen such a high-risk dream potion."

Strange and Shiller both looked at her at the same time.

Wanda pointed to the magic book in Shiller's hand and said, "Actually, there are many other potions that can have a similar effect, and while they're not as good as the dream potion, the risks are much lower."

"The most important thing is, many other potions' ingredients aren't that hard to obtain. I really wonder how they got their hands on the Mandela Herb. That thing was already a very rare banned substance in my mother's era, mostly found only at auctions. Even a Great Mage would have to go through some effort to get it."

"So you're saying you can make a potion that is almost as effective but cheaper and safer?"

"Yes. However, if you really want to delve into the deepest layers of dreams, you still need to take a risk with the dream potion; its effect is irreplaceable."

Wanda placed her teacup aside and then said, "Since they've chosen to use this potion, it means the narrative inside the dream is more crucial to them. We don't need to go after them; just exploring the narrative is enough."

"Even though that's what you say, you still underestimate the difficulty of dealing with Batman," Shiller said. "He considers everyone else in the world a potential enemy. If you don't have something to deter him, even the measures he'd take to guard against you could spell big trouble."

At this moment, the door was knocked; the Bear Caregiver had come to deliver goods.

The huge pile of things Shiller had ordered was placed at the doorstep, and after the Bear Caregiver left, the three of them moved the boxes stacked to the ceiling inside.

"What is all this?" Wanda asked, puzzled.

Strange too stared at the pile, and looking at the metal tools in the box, he said, "These I can still understand, but this..."

He turned his head to look at a box by the wall, which contained many bricks, and next to it, a larger box filled with clay powder, along with some sand and the like.

"All of this is stuff we'll use soon," Shiller dragged the boxes over to the fireplace, "Didn't you notice our house's fireplace is quite special?"

Wanda and Strange both looked at him.

"What kind of fire can burn an adult to ashes, bones and all, in less than half an hour?"

Strange was slightly taken aback; he had really not thought about this question. After all, he wasn't an expert at destroying evidence like Shiller and didn't have experience in burning bodies. How could he know how long it takes to incinerate a person?

But hearing this, Wanda showed surprise, "You're saying, this fireplace burned an adult to nothing in half an hour? That's impossible!"

Seeing Strange turn to her, Wanda said, "I've worked at a crematorium, where I was in charge of picking up bones from the furnace. Those are professional setups and take a long time to burn. Such a small fireplace..."

Wanda looked at the fireplace and shook her head, then went closer and tested the temperature with her hand, "This temperature is also not up to standard."

"That's exactly the problem," Shiller said, "This implies it could be a magical flame, much more efficient than we think. And wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't make good use of it?"

"... What do you want to do?" Strange squinted at him.

"Simple," Shiller smiled and said, "Build the last means of protection for modern humans."