Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 85 The Eccentric Frankenstein

The next morning, a large carriage bearing the inscription "Shiyue Trading Company" arrived at Second Street and stopped in front of house number 32.

Passing crowds stared at them strangely, whispering amongst themselves.

"Isn't that the carriage of the Yoshikoshi Trading Company?"

"Hey, why are they stopped in front of Frankenstein's gate?"

"Let's go quickly. That weirdo Frankenstein will be punished by the gods sooner or later. Let's get away from him..."

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After getting off the carriage, Connors listened to the surrounding chatter, completely bewildered.

"Well, this Frankenstein is a... very strange person. Some of his behaviors are rather unconventional." Barrow scratched his already sparse Mediterranean hair, somewhat at a loss for words.

Hecate asked, "Why did you want to hit him? Is it related to the Dorothy family's wine?"

"More or less." Connors nodded slightly.

The group arrived at the door, ready to knock, only to find that the door was ajar and not closed at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Connors slowly pushed open the door and led Hecate and Barrow inside.

The moment I entered the room, a strong smell of alcohol disinfectant and rot hit me.

The room was quite large, and the windows were inexplicably sealed with sandpaper. Only the dim sunlight shone through the gaps, making the room look dim, old, and dilapidated, like a long-abandoned school laboratory.

After looking around and taking in the scene inside the house, the group gasped in shock.

In the center of the room, there were several long tables with various medical supplies scattered on them. A bookshelf as tall as a person was located in the corner on the right, next to the window. Stone slabs, parchment scrolls, papers... all kinds of information carriers lay haphazardly in the shelves.

What's most chilling is that on the wall directly opposite the door, there are specimens of various shapes hanging there. The guardian knight's powerful eyesight allows Connors to even see the viscous liquid that is still wet on the specimens.

A man whose body is half tree root, a woman with strange tentacles attached to her chest, a dog with half its skin peeled off, its tender pink muscle fibers exposed to the air...

Ugh... Hecate and Barrow couldn't help but vomit, and even Connors felt somewhat physically uncomfortable.

A hand suddenly reached out from underneath and gripped the edge of the table.

The group became wary.

The next second, a man with messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a pale face, looking like he had indulged in excessive sexual activity, sat up and yawned sleepily.

Who is it...?

"Are you Frankenstein?" Connors asked hesitantly.

People tend to have a resistant attitude towards things that are outside their understanding.

"Yes, it's me. What do you want with me?" Franken said, sporting dark circles under his eyes.

Feeling a tug on his sleeve, Connors turned around. Hecate frowned and said in a low voice, "Connors, are you sure this is the one you're looking for?"

"OK." Connors nodded.

Upon hearing this, Hecate said no more; she was a smart woman who knew when to stop.

Connors turned to Frankenstein and got straight to the point: "I am Connors Jon, son of the Duke. I've heard that a very skilled apothecary lives here, and I'd like to recruit you to work for me."

Franken glanced at him, looking listless. "Not interested."

Connors didn't seem to care. He walked over to the table laden with medicine supplies, picked up a bottle of Torres wine, and casually asked, "Do you drink Torres wine too?"

"Anyone who drinks this is crazy," Franken scoffed.

He was absolutely right… Connors asked, “Why?”

"Torres' new wine is essentially a kidnapper; once you drink it, it's hard to get rid of him. You'll develop a strong dependence on it, and..."

Franken proudly showed off his discovery, seemingly because he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and once he started talking, he went on and on.

Connors listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time. Once he finished speaking, he asked, "Do you know what ingredients are used in Torres wine?"

"Isn't that obvious? Why would I tell you someone else's brewing secrets?" Franken rolled his eyes.

"It's hemp flower."

Franken froze, a jolt of electricity flashing through his mind, instantly clearing up many of his doubts.

Ma mulberry flowers can not only enhance the aroma of dishes, but long-term consumption can also lead to dependence. However, excessive consumption can cause hallucinations, which is why they have not become popular in every household.

He had been studying Torres wines for some time, but he was still unsure about the main ingredients. If this ingredient was added to Torres wines, then it would make perfect sense.

"How...how did you know this is the main ingredient in wine?!" Franken stared intently at Connors, his breathing rapid. He had been studying this stuff day and night for half a month.

Is that so? So the main ingredient is hemp flower... Connors smiled and glanced casually at the wall with specimens hanging on it: "If you want to know, come work for me. I know many other things, such as the technique of inserting a branch of one plant into another and then connecting them perfectly."

Its name is grafting.

Franken instantly realized something and stared intently at Connors: "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Connors smiled.

Actually, he didn't quite understand how Franken, a pharmacist, had gotten into biology, and even went astray. No, in this world, what he had hanging on his wall might actually be a possibility.

"Okay, I'll do it." Frank readily agreed. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to find a way to solve people's dependence on Torres wine within two weeks," Connors said in a deep voice.

As of now, Torres' wine has been on the market for almost a month, and intelligence indicates that it will be completely beyond saving in two months at most, so we have to act quickly.

The difficulties don't stop there. To prevent it from appearing on the market, we need to find the source and solve the root of the problem: the "Dorothy family".

Connors recalled the information he had seen about Dorothy on the road earlier and felt somewhat melancholy.

The Torres family, one of the three major wine producers in the South, were the representatives of Southern wines before Vanessa wines appeared, and their wines were often served at aristocratic banquets.

Moreover, according to the information Hecate had previously provided, this wine incident involved a joint effort by three companies in cooperation with the Ford Chamber of Commerce.

In other words, he was not facing just the Torres family alone, but three major wine families, plus a warship bound together by the Ford Chamber of Commerce.

Connors pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with a good solution yet.

"Let's go back to Lily Town first."