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"However, buying a piece of land where you won't be disturbed by anyone... also requires a considerable amount of wealth."

Although he didn't know why Pamela had such a unique hobby, as her lover, Lucius didn't think growing flowers and plants was a big deal.

Better than those reckless EZgirls?

My girlfriend likes to grow flowers and plants. Does that mean she's a good girl?

"Yes... I need a lot of money..."

The excitement that welled up in my heart lasted less than half a second before it was shattered by the blow of reality.

Pamela's face darkened again as she realized how difficult it would be to achieve such a dream in Gotham.

"Hey, don't be so disappointed. Look...don't we still have a good chance?"

Lucius waved the ointment he had made in front of Pamela, and of course he was willing to sponsor her dream.

With farming blood flowing in his veins, how could Lucius refuse to own a piece of land of his own?

"You mean..."

Understanding how potent these ointments were, hope welled up in the girl's eyes.

But the next second, her emotions cooled down again.

"No...that would hurt even more plants."

Pamela lowered her head, already aware of the influence of that great will in her mind on her.

It's strange, it feels like there's an extra 'person' in my mind.

This "person" is like a simple child, without malice, yet it expresses its dissatisfaction and resistance in the most direct way, like an alarm bell that never stops ringing in the girl's mind, tormenting her fragile consciousness.

Moreover, its willpower is so strong that it subtly influences Pamela's mind and emotions.

She is now finding it increasingly difficult to accept the plants being harmed.

Perhaps... one day, Pamela will be completely assimilated by that consciousness.

"Hey, that's where you're wrong."

Watching the girl's expression shift between joy and disappointment, Lucius put down the potion in his hand and instead cupped her face in his hands.

Feeling the rising temperature on Pamela's face, Lucius felt it was necessary to correct the female college student's opinion.

"In this cruel world, everything comes at a price."

If you don't care, you certainly don't have to sacrifice or struggle.

But once you pursue your dreams, you will naturally have to make the corresponding sacrifices.

"Since you want to change the growing environment of more plants, you need to have greater influence... You need to have some power and wealth."

Pure idealists are often those who surrender when faced with setbacks, while true warriors dare to face the dripping blood. To achieve their goals, they must make corresponding compromises and sacrifices.

"If you are determined to improve the living environment of more plants, you must have sufficient capacity. This path will inevitably be tortuous, and there is no war without losses."

is it?

Looking directly into Lucius's eyes, Pamela suddenly felt a shackle in her mind quietly breaking.

That massive collective consciousness seemed to be accepting Lucius's teachings and acknowledging the officer's judgment.

At the same time, it also relieved Pamela's tense emotions, freeing her from being overwhelmed by that powerful force.

The mournful cries of her kind in her mind finally subsided, and Pamela, feeling so relaxed for the first time since the experiment, spoke softly:

"Okay...I understand..."

Seeing that Pamela had returned to her obedient state and was no longer resisting his "part-time job," Lucius withdrew his hands and nodded, saying:

"So...you just have to wait for me to earn enough money to buy a piece of land."

Lucius was very confident in these potent medicines; in Gotham, they would certainly not lack an audience.

"Huh? Is there anything I can help with?"

Pamela only then realized that Lucius intended to take on the responsibility of making money all by himself, and pointed to herself with a look of astonishment.

Isn't it because you need my help that you're telling yourself to loosen up a bit?

So you don't need her after all? You only said those comforting words to appease her feelings?

"help?"

Lucius looked up. The girl in front of him looked somewhat anxious, as if she really wanted to prove herself.

"Just buy me some similar medicinal herbs, that will be fine. I can take care of the rest."

"But..."

Planting.

Just as Pamela was desperately trying to do something for Lucius, a soft sound surged into her mind.

That sacred awareness instantly awakened the confused girl.

"Yes... why don't we grow some medicinal herbs ourselves?"

Having decided to do something for the future of the plants, Pamela's eyes blazed with intense hope!

"What?"

Seeing the bright smile suddenly burst on Pamela's face, Lucius paused in grinding the medicine, not understanding what Pamela was so happy about.

"Lucius! I can help you grow the herbs!"

Pamela had great confidence in her abilities, and she had begun to gradually gain control over various plants, just as she had previously used lavender to put her lover to sleep.

If Lucius needs certain special medicinal materials, she can certainly cultivate superior plants to ensure efficacy while minimizing damage to the plants, taking only the part needed for the medicine!

"You can do this too?"

Startled, Lucius completely stopped preparing the medicine. Only then did he realize that Pamela was indeed a botany student and might even have some expertise in plant cultivation.

"But...can it really work? You know, we're very picky about medicinal herbs."

Lucius didn't want ordinary Chinese medicine. He once thought that the medicines selected from the pharmacy were extremely rare treasures, products unique to this world, otherwise their efficacy could not be so amazing.

"Yes, absolutely!"

A firm yet ethereal voice echoed in Pamela's mind, causing the female college student to pause slightly.

Why does that strange consciousness seem to have become more active after meeting Lucius?

Despite her surprise, Pamela nodded to Lucius: "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"So, do we need to prepare a site for planting?"

"I can directly borrow the school's facilities, and the same goes for other materials, so don't worry."

Thinking of Professor Wood, who still works at the college, Pamela could easily obtain all sorts of resources from him by simply writing an application.

......

Inside the hospital, a man is wandering the street.

If Pamela saw him, she would definitely recognize him as the clerk at the pharmacy.

Now, the shop assistant who had followed the girl to the hospital has stopped outside the ward, unable to determine which ward the girl had entered.

So, as he pondered repeatedly whether to report this vague address directly to the shopkeeper...

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Hey buddy, what's up with you here? Hmm?"

The rough and fierce voice sent chills down the clerk's spine.

When he turned his head, he saw a gang of men... surrounding him menacingly.

......