Everyone's become an adventurer, so who's going to put in the effort themselves?

Chapter 56 The Polite Knightworth

The hotel, the Old Kohler House.

Lynn led Fiona back here, and there she saw Kohler Knightworth again, with her V-shaped eyebrows and youthful spirit.

At this moment, old Kohler was sitting in a wooden recliner, reading the Adventurer's Gazette, a crudely rolled cigarette dangling from his lips.

"It seems to be a little faster than I expected."

Old Kohler put the newspaper aside, took a deep drag on his cigarette, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Lynn:

"Tell me, what other materials are you missing?"

"30 grams of golden flower, 300 ml of Fairy Spring water."

Lynn took the three Earth Dragon Stone Brains from Fiona and placed them on the table beside him:

"Here are three portions of beautiful dragon stone brain and stone marrow. Would you like to exchange them?"

Old Kohler glanced at the stalactite on the table upon hearing this, and his eyes lit up slightly when he saw the jet-black brain matter within the transparent gel:

"It's actually this kind of quality?"

He quickly stood up, ran to the table, picked up a piece of chalcedony and examined it closely. He even dipped his finger in the gelatinous substance and licked it.

"It has a bitter taste like bitter herbs, truly a premium product."

Seeing this, Lynn took a step back in disgust and waved his hand angrily:

"Why are you licking my boots, you old codger? Let me make this clear beforehand, you have to pay for this."

"Inspecting the goods is always necessary, so it's always good to do some verification."

Old Kohler chuckled and said:

"However, the quality of yours is indeed quite good. I estimate it to contain about 330 grams of brain marrow and a little over 3 kilograms of brain stone."

"How much were you going to keep?" Old Kohler asked curiously.

"50 grams." Seeing this, Lynn didn't hesitate and simply gave a number.

“This isn’t much.” Old Kohler put down the brain, took a puff of his cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring. “How about this, I’ll buy it for 5,000 yuan per gram, and the brain will be sold by the kilogram, 50,000 yuan per kilogram.”

"The current market price of Golden Flower is 1 yuan per gram, and the total price of 300 ml of Fairy Spring Water is 30 yuan."

"How about this, I'll round it up and give you 100 million, then we'll even things out."

"So generous?" Fiona exclaimed in surprise. "Old Kohler, you've really gone all out!"

In all this back and forth, at least 10 was underreported for Lynn. In Fiona's view, this was the first time in all the years she had known Old Kohler that such a bargaining chip had been used.

"What are you surprised about?" Old Kohler looked at Fiona strangely. "I usually sell you the Heartburn Potion made from these things at a higher price!"

"Doesn't your mutual aid society buy heart-burning potions every day?"

Fiona immediately stopped giggling.

So she's the one footing the bill for the costs?

Fiona's eyes widened suddenly, and she said angrily, "Wait, didn't you say you'd give me a 20% discount?"

“I still make a profit even with a discount!” Old Kohler chuckled as he turned around, walked to the shelf next to him, rummaged around, and found two transparent bubbles of different sizes.

Lynn looked closely and saw that the smaller bubble contained a four-leaf clover that looked like it was made of gold, while the larger one was a glass bottle filled with light blue liquid.

"Both Jinhua and the Fairy Spring are here."

As he spoke, Old Kohler placed the items on the table, then opened a drawer and took out something wrapped in a white cloth. Upon opening it, he discovered it was a white glove that looked like latex.

Old Kohler put on gloves, skillfully inserted a sample of untouched brain fluid, and with a few deft taps of his fingers, extracted the dark brain matter from it.

Lynn watched Old Kohler's skillful movements with a very subtle expression.

The way those fingers are moving... why does it look so suggestive?

"What are you looking at?" Old Kohler glanced at Lynn and said calmly, "You'll have to learn this in the future too."

“In the Knightworth family, if someone’s fingers aren’t dexterous, their wives will dislike them.”

"Is that so?" Fiona asked curiously.

Old Kohler glanced at Fiona and rolled his eyes in annoyance:

"You idiot, don't get involved."

"You'll understand what I mean once you have a baby with Lynn."

Fiona scratched her head and said with a sullen expression:

"How do I know this and then have to have a baby? Is it really that complicated?"

"You'd better say less," Lynn said, his lips twitching slightly. He quickly told Fiona to keep quiet.

This ignorant little girl really doesn't know her own strength when it comes to her words.

Lynn was starting to worry about Fiona, and immediately asked him to have one to see how it goes.

He's still young, and he wants to have more relationships!

Meanwhile, old Kohler collected the brain matter, poured it into a test tube, plugged it, and placed it on the table.

"Everything you mentioned is prepared. Is there anything else we need?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn thought for a moment and said, "Give me some more honey."

Old Kohler was taken aback by what he heard, and looked up at Lynn:

"Add honey to this kind of medicine that reduces the difficulty of skill fusion?"

"What's wrong? Is it not working?" Lynn's heart skipped a beat, thinking there was something wrong with the recipe.

“It’s not that it’s impossible,” Old Kohler muttered after speaking, “It just reminds me of an old woman who used to steal my honey when I was a child and wouldn’t let me add it to my medicine.”

"..."

Lynn suddenly fell silent upon hearing this.

He really wanted to ask old Kohler, "Is the old woman you're thinking of the same person I'm thinking of?"

At this moment, old Kohler had already brought over a jar of honey and calmly said:

"This is genuine honey from Baihua Bee. You'd better eat it sparingly, or you'll eat it all."

Lynn glanced at the jar of honey, then looked up at old Kohler, pondered for a moment, and asked:

"To be honest, I'm a little curious."

"What's the price you'll pay for helping me like this?"

Surely it can't really be just about expanding the family's influence?

Old Kohler raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, turned his gaze to Lynn, and seeing the worried look on his face, smiled:

"You're quite the thoughtful one, aren't you?"

"Alright, since you asked, I might as well tell you. Anyway, you know Fiona, and you'll run into that little guy sooner or later."

Old Kohler glanced at Fiona beside him as he spoke, then chuckled and said to Lynn.

"Huh?" Fiona was taken aback. How did this have to do with her?

Before Fiona could even wake up, old Kohler chuckled and said:

"I once had an elf girl I liked very much."

"However, I was blinded by that human noblewoman and gave her up."

"When I heard from her again, she had already married someone else and had a lovely daughter."

Lynn raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his expression turning strange:

"You want me to take care of her for you?"

"Hmm." Old Kohler nodded and said, "It's best to take care of things in bed."

Lynn was almost stunned by Old Kohler's sudden change of direction.

What does it mean to take care of someone in bed?

At this moment, Fiona had already realized what was happening and looked at old Kohler with a strange expression:

"Old Kohler, you're not talking about Celia's mother, are you?"

"But I heard that Celia's mother was pursuing your sister back then?"

"What?!" Lynn was completely dumbfounded. "He's pursuing your sister?"

"She's pursuing my sister, so shouldn't she try to please me? If she's going to try to please me, what's wrong with politely sleeping with me?"

Old Kohler calmly took a drag of his cigarette and said:

"I don't mind that she likes my sister."

Lynn paused for a moment, then said with a twitch of his face:

"Is it too late for me to leave the Knightworth family?"

"It's too late, hurry up and go in to fuse the bloodlines."

Old Kohler shoved all the materials on the table into Lynn's hands, then patted him on the shoulder and said:

"There's a guest room at the back of this house. I've prepared everything you need."

"If the bloodline fusion lasts for more than an hour, I will rush in to save you."

"Remember to manage your time well."

"And one more thing," Old Kohler paused, then emphasized, "If you feel you can't control it, just give up. After all, your life is more important."

Upon hearing what Old Kohler said, Lynn glanced at the materials in his hand, his expression turned serious, and he immediately nodded. Then, carrying the materials, he walked into the guest room next door.

Chapter 57 A gentle woman must be present during a man's crucial moments.

With a thud.

Lynn stepped into the room, casually hooked the door shut, and turned to look around the room.

The guest room is simply furnished. To the left of the entrance is the bathroom, to the right is the sink, and further ahead is the room.

The room was simply furnished with a bamboo bed, a table, and a long-haired doll that looked like it was made of wood and had no facial features.

"A puppet? What's the point of putting this thing here?" Lynn immediately focused his attention on the faceless puppet.

Then, clatter!

The puppet began to move under Lynn's wary gaze, and then its body gradually turned ice-blue, with silky ice-blue hair growing out like a waterfall.

Lynn took a few steps back, leaning against the doorknob, ready to leave at any moment.

But at that moment, he watched helplessly as the puppet transformed into the likeness of 'Lamy'.

Seeing this, Lynn immediately gave up on leaving and instead asked curiously:

"Is it the person themselves, or something else?"

"Excuse me...

The puppet, now resembling Ramie, seemed to speak a beat slower:

"It will take a little time to connect to the alchemical golem over a long distance..."

"Lynn, you can prepare the medicine first, and I'll take a while to adjust."

Hearing Ramie's familiar voice, Lynn was somewhat certain of her identity, and then couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Lami?"

"Weren't you on the ground? How could you get here like this?"

"This is... Grandmother's suggestion."

'Lamy' was a beat late in saying: