Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Sleep Inducing Milk Tea.

“A dose of sedative that normal people can endure without any side effects?”

Adelle looked at the letter in front of her, blinked, and then glanced at the coachman standing before her.

“Was this given to you by the young lady in your carriage? The one with red hair?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

In front of Adelle stood a coachman. The quiet atmosphere of the clinic and the beautiful doctor beside him made him feel increasingly uneasy.

“Just wait a moment.”

Adelle fetched pen and paper, quickly wrote something down, and handed the paper along with a two-penny coin to the coachman, saying, “Give this to her; this is your tip.”

“Thank you, thank you!”

The coachman took the letter and the coin with both hands and hurriedly walked down the second-floor corridor toward the stairs while Adelle watched from the window as the carriage below awaited.

“Who was that just now?”

Aivana, who had just ascended the stairs, approached Adelle by the windowsill and asked, “A patient?”

“No, she’s delivering a message for Xia’er.”

Adelle shook her head.

“She seems to want to dilute the sedative further… Though it’s good not to overly rely on it.”

Aivana stood next to Adelle, following her gaze toward the carriage below, where she saw the coachman hand over the letter to someone inside the carriage. A delicate white hand emerged from the small glass window to take the letter—this scene did not escape Aivana’s notice.

She immediately recognized it as Xia’er’s hand.

Even though they were so close, yet unable to meet, this feeling unsettled Aivana slightly. Throughout her life, she had almost always gotten whatever she desired. Even after refusing her family’s “Detective” potion, she could still obtain everything she wanted through her own means and resources.

But Xia’er was an exception… The more secrets about Xia’er she uncovered, the more mysterious and untouchable Xia’er seemed. The closer she got to Xia’er, the farther away she felt.

Xia’er possessed a mesmerizing… no, an enchanting aura. The more this happened, the more it drove Aivana to want to understand her better, like an exquisitely wrapped gift that tempted her to untie each intricate knot to uncover its beauty within.

The process of untying these knots wasn’t tiresome because the packaging was exquisite enough to create anticipation.

“Let’s not disturb her for now,” said Aivana, shaking her head and ceasing to look at the carriage already far away below. She continued, “If she encounters difficulties she can’t resolve, she’ll come to us.”

After hearing Aivana’s words, Adelle hesitated, looking in the direction the carriage had departed. She said, “Isn’t Xia’er pushing herself too hard? She could have directly asked us for help.”

“Perhaps she feels we can’t assist her and doesn’t want to involve us,” Aivana replied softly, refraining from continuing the conversation and returning directly to her examination room.

Adelle paused, reflecting. She hadn’t considered this aspect before. Her thoughts were straightforward—if a friend sought her help, she would do her best to assist them, but she hadn’t pondered whether or not she could truly be of help.

Is this how Xia’er feels?

After standing there for a moment, Adelle seemed to make up her mind and turned toward her laboratory.

Everything was ready… It was time to consume the second-stage potion.

…

The carriage bumped along the road, occasionally jolting when the wheels hit debris or protruding stones, causing the entire compartment to shake.

In terms of comfort, it couldn’t compare to the expensive carriages in Aivana’s household. However, as a mode of transportation, saving time between points A and B was sufficient for Xia’er, who didn’t have high demands for comfort.

Sitting inside the carriage, Xia’er unfolded the paper in her hand and read the short sentence written within.

Diluting it with water by one-third allows normal people to sleep for at least five hours without side effects…

Then this simplifies things greatly.

Indeed, Xia’er planned to slip Amy into unconsciousness by administering a sedative.

The protection provided by the “Divine Servant” over Amy was passive and unrelated to whether Amy was awake or asleep. Until the “energy” sealed behind Amy’s back was depleted, Amy would remain under constant protection.

As long as Amy was asleep before Tara arrived, even if the passive defense of the “Divine Servant” was triggered, the “Divine Servant” would still interact with Xia’er. Tara would witness everything, and the oblivious Amy wouldn’t be dragged into Xia’er’s complicated relationship with the Arrival Sect.

How should Xia’er get Amy to drink the diluted sedative?

Xia’er recalled the pastries she had previously brought for Amy.

She decided to repeat the trick, bringing Amy some pastries and adding the diluted sedative to her tea before Amy enjoyed the treats.

Since the action would occur in the evening, for Amy, it would simply feel like ordinary tiredness leading to sleep. Although simple, the plan was direct and effective.

Xia’er instructed the coachman to change course, heading straight to the upscale patisserie she had visited before in Jazz Bridge District.

The last time Xia’er came here to buy premium pastries was when she was practically penniless. To thank Amy for her assistance in the simulation, Xia’er used nearly all her advanced salary to purchase two desserts—one for Amy and the other for her sister Li Qi.

This time, Xia’er entered the shop and bought two vanilla puddings that Amy had mentioned liking. Soon after, Xia’er noticed two bottles resembling glass milk bottles displayed in the glass counter.

The bottles contained green drinks, seemingly a mix of tea and milk, akin to milk tea, though certainly not cheap at two shillings per bottle.

However, Xia’er was no longer concerned about prices, prioritizing task completion above all else.

After purchasing two bottles of milk tea, Xia’er left the store, paid the coachman, and carried the “gifts” alone through Jazz Bridge District.

There was still some time until evening, and doom was imminent. Xia’er didn’t rush to Amy’s house but instead planned to act after the doom dissipated.

Doom is indiscriminate; she didn’t want Amy to suffer misfortune due to the doom surrounding her.

That said… Both Amy, Aivana, and Adelle had strong fates.

In Xia’er’s first simulation, the simulated self hadn’t figured out the pattern of doom, resulting in Aivana and the others suffering alongside the simulated Xia’er. Yet, they survived, proving their luck to be formidable, all legendary survival kings.

While walking down the street, Xia’er contemplated the subsequent plan.

During this interval, Xia’er also opened the simulation interface to check the simulation’s timing.

If the timing was appropriate and the intervals suitable, Xia’er wouldn’t mind simulating again.

Although simulating again wouldn’t benefit from the “uniqueness” bonus, making the feather pen weaker and offering little reference for solving it, it would allow Xia’er to experience a plan that didn’t require contact with the feather pen.

Unfortunately, Xia’er’s wish went unfulfilled.

The next simulation was scheduled 37 days later and required spending 100 Mortality Points… which wasn’t worth it for Xia’er, especially since the uniqueness advantage had disappeared, leaving her to merely experience some trivial time with 100 points.

As for the dice to reset the simulation time, it definitely shouldn’t be used now.

The dice were crucial and must only be used in extreme situations, such as being stuck in a situation similar to imprisonment where neither life nor death was possible, potentially thousands of days forward or backward.

At that point, Xia’er wouldn’t have enough points for another simulation, leading to a “stuck” scenario. Keeping the dice allowed for another random chance to escape such dire circumstances.

Of course, even without the dice, Xia’er still had the ability to alter the simulation time.

As long as the plan is carried out in advance, by fabricating one’s own “Fated Death,” the simulation time can be forcibly advanced to the time of the “Fated Death.” That would be ideal.

However, how to create one’s own “Fated Death”… that truly is a difficult problem.

Suicide would definitely not be judged as a “Fated Death,” because it’s impossible for someone to actually commit suicide in reality.

…But this isn’t something Xia’er needs to think about right now. She hasn’t reached the point where she needs to seek external force to kill herself.

More than two hours passed like this.

During this time, Xia’er narrowly avoided an arrow that missed its target during a merchant’s archery practice, but she didn’t encounter the high-risk Doom recorded in the Notebook within the Simulation —— that could only be avoided by transforming and saving progress. This was still scheduled to occur at 6:30 PM.

After Aivana attended the banquet, the Doom would arrive.

The banquet was held in the Jazz Bridge District, where Prince Obold ostentatiously rented Manor No. 4 to invite other Extraordinary Persons who were investigating Derton Manor.

The cost of this banquet wouldn’t be cheap —— probably the extravagant spending tonight that invited the terrifying Doom.

If delayed a bit, many high-ranking Extraordinary Persons would rush to the Jazz Bridge District for the banquet. During this period, Xia’er should stay away from the Jazz Bridge District as much as possible.

Just as Xia’er was about to leave the Jazz Bridge District, what she least wanted to see happened.

She encountered Amy on the road.

“Xia’er?”

Upon seeing Xia’er walking alone on the street, Amy immediately left her other friends and ran quickly toward Xia’er. “What a coincidence! Are you going to find Aivana?”

It had been more than two days since their last meeting, and Amy couldn’t help but feel excited upon seeing Xia’er again.

Amy also noticed the gift in Xia’er’s hand, thinking it must be for Aivana —— after all, Xia’er and Miss Aivana seemed to have a very close relationship.

And they were both “Extraordinary Persons.”

Although Amy was usually very outgoing and enthusiastic about making friends, she still had a certain amount of respect and caution towards “Extraordinary Persons” as “unknown beings,” which somewhat restrained her usual familiarity.

Looking at Amy in front of her, Xia’er sighed inwardly.

If she refused here, it would seem suspicious when she went with the gift later.

Fortunately, the direction she was heading to leave the Jazz Bridge District was also toward Amy’s house.

“No, it’s for you,” Xia’er shook her head and lied through gritted teeth. “I was just about to find you to talk about some ‘that kind’ of things.”

Upon hearing Xia’er’s words, Amy’s eyes lit up immediately.

At this moment, her novelty for any Extraordinary knowledge was extremely strong, but she was still waiting for Aivana to help her search for Potions, so she could only wait anxiously inside. Now, Xia’er coming to talk to her about “Extraordinary” matters naturally made her feel surprised and happy, especially since Xia’er came alone.

After all, she wasn’t very familiar with Aivana or Adelle, and whenever she was with them, Amy always felt somewhat restrained.

After bidding farewell to her friends, Amy grabbed Xia’er’s hand and walked briskly toward home.

For this, Xia’er actually had a solution.

Mainly because Xia’er knew the exact time the Doom would arrive; she could make an excuse to leave before 6:30 PM, then return after passing the “trial.”

At Amy’s house, there were only her and the servants present. Her father, in order to recuperate from his injuries and mental shock, took Amy’s mother to their small manor in the countryside.

Amy stayed behind in the villa in Borough City to avoid missing any information related to the Extraordinary.

After returning home, Amy couldn’t wait to eat the pastries Xia’er brought, but Xia’er stopped her, saying it was almost dinner time, and eating the pastries would ruin their appetite. It would be better to save them for dessert after the meal.

This suggestion was accepted by Amy, who left the pastries and drinks in her room and then took Xia’er to the garden to look at the flowers she had recently cared for, which were now blooming.

Immersed in the joy of sharing things, Amy completely forgot the main event —— the topic about the Extraordinary. When she realized it, it was already close to dinner time.

Xia’er didn’t want to spoil Amy’s mood, so during dinner, after Amy dismissed the other maids, Xia’er voluntarily started talking about the secrets of Derton Manor.

This topic would definitely interest Amy.

When Amy learned that Derton Manor was not just an ordinary high-end casino but also had Extraordinary gambling, she was completely shocked.

Death Roulette, Exchange Zone, Derton Group… All these novel pieces of information repeatedly refreshed Amy’s understanding.

She even forgot to continue eating her food, fully focused on listening to these stories, looking at Xia’er with admiration as she calmly described everything.

Dinner lasted until six o’clock. After checking the System Interface, Xia’er glanced at Amy and said, “I suddenly remembered I need to deliver something to my sister. I might have to go first.”

“Ah? So soon?”

Amy, who was enjoying the story, looked disappointed upon hearing Xia’er’s words. “You haven’t even eaten the pastries yet… Can the maid help deliver them?”

“It’s fine. I’ll come back after delivering the item,” Xia’er thought for a moment and asked, “But it might be a bit late when I return… Would it disturb you?”

“Not at all!”

Amy shook her head and then nodded vigorously. “You can come anytime!”

“Hmm…”

Xia’er showed a thoughtful expression, then hesitantly asked, “If I return, it will definitely be quite late… Can I stay overnight at your place if it’s too late?”

Could there be such a good deal?

Upon hearing this, Amy instantly felt wide awake.

“No… Of course not a problem.”

Amy straightened her back, trying to appear as normal as possible, unaware that her posture became even stiffer.

“Thank you.”

Xia’er smiled and nodded, then said, “Then I’ll go deliver the item first.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

After sending Xia’er to the door and watching her leave until she disappeared from sight, Amy rushed back to her bedroom.

After pushing open the door, Amy jumped onto the bed and rolled around happily, unable to hide her excitement.

Although she had many friends, this was the first time a friend was staying over at her house… something she had always wanted to try.

She had many friends, but upon reflection, none of them were close enough to be invited to stay over at her home, except Xia’er.

At this moment, Amy felt like she was dreaming —— if this was a dream, she hoped it would never end.

About forty minutes later, Xia’er, who was slightly tired, returned to Amy’s doorstep.

She opened the System Interface, showing her remaining Mortality Points — 1-$269.

Xia’er couldn’t have imagined that this calamity would be caused by a gas stove explosion —— and even worse, a carriage transporting gas stoves exploded right as it passed Xia’er. If she hadn’t transformed into the “Judge” and saved her progress a second earlier, she would have been blown to smithereens on the spot.

After returning to Amy’s room, Xia’er asked her to fetch some pastries again, and just like before, Amy didn’t call the maid but went downstairs herself to pick some sweets.

During this time, Xia’er poured one-third of the Sedative directly into Amy’s bottle of milk tea while opening another bottle herself, taking a sip to declare her ownership of the non-toxic tea.

By the time Amy returned, Xia’er had already put away the Sedative back into the Potion bag. Amy didn’t suspect anything and drank Xia’er’s spiked milk tea along with the pastries.

“Delicious! It’s mint-flavored, I like it~”

A minute later, Amy, who had just praised the milk tea, fell asleep drowsily on the carpet.

Xia’er picked her up, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, then sat in front of the dressing table and opened the Ancient An Su dictionary and literature she brought back home.

Next… she just needed to wait for Tara to arrive.