The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 461 - 345: The Golden Silkworm King

Lyle and the witch doctor watched in astonishment from the side, unable to believe their eyes, as Mason’s transformation was incredibly apparent—within the time it takes for a cup of tea to be consumed, he seemed to have become a different person.

"This... this is healed?"

Lyle was a bit incredulous, as it was truly beyond belief.

If it were a common illness, he wouldn’t be so shocked, but this was an epidemic, a fearsome plague, and it was just healed like that?

Although not completely healed, it was certainly much better than before.

Luna Sutton nodded slightly, "This is only temporary. To achieve full recovery, one needs to drink for two more days."

She said this, instructing Lyle to arrange for beastmen to distribute the water from the wooden barrel to other infected beastmen and females in the tribe.

At the same time, she instructed that this water must be distributed, one bowl per person, neither more nor less.

The main concern was that there was only one barrel of water; if someone drank more, other infected beastmen would inevitably have none to drink.

But if the quantity consumed was too little, it wouldn’t have much effect; one bowl per person is the optimal amount.

Luckily, the barrel was large enough to sustain the infected beastmen and females of the tribe drinking for three consecutive days; anything more, and there would be none left.

Upon hearing this, Lyle immediately arranged for the beastmen to distribute the diluted detoxification water.

At the foot of the mountains on the west side of The Wolf Tribe.

Several spacious, dry caves were here, originally used by the tribe to store prey. Now all the prey inside had been cleared out, covered with thick dry grass and clean animal skins, temporarily serving as a place to isolate the sick.

Of course, the beastmen and females were isolated separately.

Corbin Crowley had already moved all the infected beastmen and females here.

He also arranged for some females to help care for them.

Of course, this was all voluntary; he wouldn’t force those afraid of infection.

Fortunately, quite a few females in the tribe voluntarily stood up, including Maya Miller.

Of course, she had come to care for Wolf Fang because Wolf Fang was also infected.

She originally didn’t want to come, but she couldn’t not come. At this time, if she ignored Wolf Fang, her other beast husbands would surely have opinions about her.

Even if they didn’t dare say anything on the surface, they would certainly have unmentionable thoughts.

Given the circumstances, Maya could only go ahead despite her fears, wearing a mask.

She silently prayed for stronger immunity, hoping desperately not to contract the epidemic.

She had just arrived at the isolation zone at the foot of the mountains on the west side, and from a distance, saw two beastmen carrying a large wooden barrel over.

Maya approached, although she couldn’t see clearly at night, fortunately the moonlight was bright and she could tell it was filled with water at a glance.

She was puzzled, as there was water at the mountain foot, why would they need to carry water from the tribe from far away?

Could it be that the tribe’s water was cleaner than the water here?

"What are you doing? Isn’t there a stream at the foot of the mountain? The water there is quite clean too, is it not drinkable?"

Maya looked at the square-faced beastman named Grak in front, asking puzzled.

The beastman named Grak immediately turned around to look at her, "The leader instructed us to bring this over, saying this water can cure the epidemic, and told us to distribute a bowl to each infected patient."

Maya was taken aback, thinking she had misheard.

How could clear water cure an epidemic?

This conversation happened to be overheard by Corbin Crowley nearby, his silver eyes instantly looking over, clear water curing an epidemic?

How could clear water cure an epidemic?

Thinking about how Luna had gone to the leader earlier, his silver eyes flashed, instantly understanding something.

Corbin Crowley strode through the night, stopping and looking down at the large wooden barrel; it was indeed filled with a full barrel of clear water.

However, even in the middle of the night, he couldn’t see if anything had been added.

"Is this the detoxification water concocted by Luna?"

Grak quickly nodded, "Miss Cynthia crushed a pill and dissolved it inside; Master Mason drank three large bowls on the spot and was immediately better. The leader instructed us to carry it over and said to distribute one bowl to each infected patient, neither more nor less."

Maya’s eyes immediately brightened, and she hurriedly squeezed over, "Quick, give me a bowl, so I can bring it to Wolf Fang."

"Queue up."

Corbin Crowley coldly stopped her, turning to the beastmen maintaining order, loudly commanding, "Distribute the detoxification water, according to the severity of symptoms. Prioritize the elderly and the young. Remember, each person can only have one bowl, no more, no less. Disinfect the bowl with boiling water after use, it cannot be used by the next person, understand?"

"Yes."

The beastmen holding torches and maintaining order promptly responded, then began organizing the distribution of detoxification water.

As the torchlight flickered, the entire foot of the mountain on the west side began to bustle.

Those who had been moved over, isolated in caves, heard the news and immediately excitedly ran out to line up.

Those with mild symptoms lined up with masks.

Those with severe symptoms, like some elderly beastmen and young ones who couldn’t get up, had their family members stand in for them.

Seeing this, Maya hurried to line up, quickly securing the first spot.

She promptly took the detoxification water and hurriedly delivered it to Wolf Fang.

Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed from not far away.

Rhys Blackwood carried a bundle of healing herbs with a pair of beastmen, his black snakeskin clothing drenched with dew.

Evidently, they had just returned from the mountains.

Rhys piled the herbs on the clearing, his stern profile appearing exceptionally sharp under the torchlight.

He turned and instructed the beastmen behind him, "Give one bundle to each family, let them boil water and wash themselves."

Corbin Crowley strode over, his silver eyes sweeping over the piles of herbs, "Leave some for the isolation area; later I’ll arrange for the beastmen to boil water so those who need to drink, wash, or wipe can do so."

Rhys gave him a muted glance, "Arrange it as you like, if it’s not enough, I’ll go cut more."

He glanced at the team distributing medicine, went over to take a look, his gaze slightly shifting, "Luna made the medicine?"

If it were made by the witch doctor and priest, it would be pitch black, definitely not like clear water.

Corbin nodded slightly, "Yes, Mason Sutton is already improving."

After speaking, he noticed none of them wore masks, chuckled disdainfully, and casually pulled one out from his pocket for Rhys, "Put it on, one gets infected and the whole family suffers."

Rhys accepted the mask and tied it on his face just like Corbin did, "Where’s Luna?"

"Probably with the leader."

Corbin replied casually, then ordered the beastmen to start boiling herb water immediately and instructed that all items must be washed and disinfected with the herb water.

Beastmen who had contact with the sick also had to wash hands and face with the herb water, both inside and outside the cave should be sprinkled with the herb water.

He turned to look at the group distributing antidote water, his voice slicing through the night noise, "After collecting the water, head back to the caves immediately, no lingering, remember to wear your masks."

Rhys didn’t linger either, heading off with the beastmen to distribute herbs door-to-door.

Those without masks were directed to collect them from The Mad Dragon, don’t get infected, personal protection is paramount.

...

Upstream of the tribe’s water source.

Zeke Veridian’s emerald green eyes glowed coldly under the night, and the turquoise thread at his fingertips carefully probed along the meandering stream.

Several tribal beastmen followed behind him, responsible for cleaning any suspicious debris found along the way.

"The upstream water is clear, for now, there’s nothing unusual."

Zeke’s voice was as indifferent as water, "But downstream near the canyon exit, there’s carrion from vultures feeding."

He retracted the turquoise thread at his fingertips, pointing to a specific area, "Mark this spot, send beastmen daily to clean, every hundred meters around it must be cleared."

After speaking, he looked back at the few beastmen, "Spread the word, the tribe’s water usage must only come from individual well water, violators will be heavily punished."

His approach is always extreme, water safety tolerates no mishap.

The Wolf Tribe’s public area.

Soren Phoenix, in a fiery red feather robe, stood out conspicuously in the night, directing beastmen carrying baskets filled with lime.

"Here, and in the center of the plaza, sprinkle more, also on the paths to every house entrance, especially around houses with sick people."

He pinched his nose, his voice carrying its usual flirtatious tone, but his actions were unequivocal, "Ah, the lime smell is quite pungent, even giving this clan leader a whiff, quicken up, spread it evenly, this stuff’s a life-saver."

He waved his sleeves dismissively while fanning the air, continuously chattering, "See, once the lime’s spread, it stifles all filth, much more effective than those old timers who only know how to jump around calling spirits."

The beastmen spreading lime held back laughter, hastening their movements.

Soren may be flamboyant, but his execution is extremely strong.

Mael Valerius wasn’t idle either, after distributing all the masks, he accompanied Luna Sutton to the foot of the mountain in the West District.

They wanted to see how things were over there.

Upon arrival, they saw infected beastmen queuing for antidote water.

On another side, three large iron pots were set up, just catching a whiff revealed it to be herb boiling again.

Corbin was busy giving instructions, turned to find Luna Sutton arriving, instantly went over, "Luna, it’s dangerous here, why did you come?"

Luna Sutton smiled faintly, looking towards the queuing beastmen, "How’s the situation over here?"

"Antidote water is being distributed, as per your instructions, a bowl for each person; those who’ve drank it seem to be improving, probably with two more days of continuous intake, they should recover."

Corbin’s gaze darkened as he looked at the queuing beastmen, continuing, "But there’s only one bucket of antidote water, afraid it won’t be enough to distribute."

Her brow furrowed instantly, she knew this, but there was only one detoxification pill, and the system hadn’t issued a new task for a long time.

Without extra detoxification pills, she was at a standstill.

"System, do you think The Golden Silkworm King could cure the plague?"

Luna Sutton thought about the Golden Silkworm King she nurtured in space, unable to resist asking.

The Golden Silkworm King is a sacred object of The Veno-Herbalist Clan, capable of both placing and removing hexes, just uncertain if it has an effect on the plague.

The system remained silent for a moment before answering, "The Golden Silkworm King can cure hundreds of toxins, but plague belongs to the category of epidemics, requiring experimental verification."

"Needs verification?"

She frowned again at the words, "But why can the detoxification pill do it, isn’t it also able to cure hundreds of toxins?"

The system quickly replied, "The detoxification pill is a product of the system, specifically processed to cure both epidemics and toxins of any kind. Though The Golden Silkworm King claims it can cure hundreds of toxins, plague falls under epidemic category, the mechanisms are different."

Luna Sutton nodded thoughtfully, "Then what if we use The Golden Silkworm King combined with other medicines, would it have an effect?"

The system pondered for a moment: "Theoretically feasible, but would require a specific experiment."