The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 469 - 350: Cubs Taking Human Form

Luna Sutton quickly nodded, her gaze fixed on the boiling black potion in the pot, suggesting, "Before testing it on people, let’s first try it on a beast showing symptoms."

They weren’t sure about the effects of the potion; if they tested it directly on people and something went wrong, it could cost lives.

In this beast world, although human life might not be as valued as in later generations, she couldn’t treat lives as mere weeds.

Soon, two beastmen responded and went out.

Not long after, they returned carrying a dying wild boar.

This wild boar was caught by Malachi Arcanus and the others earlier and raised in the tribe’s pigpen.

The plan was to fatten it up and eat it, but suddenly a plague broke out.

The wild boar was already showing obvious symptoms of the plague, lethargy, burning hot all over, covered in red spots, and weakly grunting.

Originally plump and strong, now it looked much thinner.

Of course, wouldn’t dare eat it even if it were fatter.

It was clear the plague was exceptionally fierce, not only infecting beastmen but also wild animals and livestock.

"Put it down here."

Luna Sutton pointed to an empty spot in the courtyard, signaling them to place the wild boar down.

The two beastmen set the beast down where she indicated and immediately backed away, then washed their hands and faces with cooled mugwort water, fearing infection.

The Golden Silkworm King approached the wild boar, observing its symptoms closely, then nodded: "It’s indeed the plague, let’s pour a bowl down and see the effect."

The Old Shaman shakily handed over a clay bowl.

Luna Sutton ladled a bowl of the prepared potion, waited for it to cool slightly, and directed the beastmen to pry open the wild boar’s mouth and pour it in.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius surrounded it, their eyes fixed tightly on the wild boar, eager to see if the potion worked.

After the wild boar was dosed, it grunted twice, then weakly lay down, its eyelids drooping, looking like it was waiting for death.

Everyone remained silent, just waiting in quiet suspense.

The Golden Silkworm King crouched beside the wild boar, a thread of golden silk gathering at his fingertip, which lightly touched the boar’s forehead.

The silk, as if alive, burrowed into the boar’s body, probing the efficacy of the potion.

A moment later.

He retrieved the silk, his expression slightly grave: "The effects are slower than anticipated, but it is taking effect."

The wild boar’s previously rapid breathing gradually steadied, and its burning temperature began to drop.

The Old Shaman’s murky eyes widened: "It’s really effective."

Luna Sutton let out a sigh of relief, but quickly furrowed her brows.

She wondered if what worked for a wild boar would work for beastmen.

Then it occurred to her that beastmen are essentially beasts, just with intelligence, able to transform and cultivate.

Since the potion worked for the wild boar, it should work for beastmen too.

Indeed.

The Golden Silkworm King’s next words confirmed her thoughts: "The potion works on beasts, so it should naturally work on beastmen. However, to be safe, we should test it on a few beastmen with milder symptoms first."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Only Luna Sutton frowned and spoke up: "The beastmen who’ve been infected in the tribe have already drunk a bowl of detoxification water. If we dose them with this potion now, could it conflict or cause some other effect?"

This factor couldn’t be ignored, as who knows if the detoxification water contained something that would conflict with the potion.

"That’s easy, just wait until dawn to test it on someone. After a few hours, any effects will have faded, naturally avoiding any conflict."

Corbin Crowley suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue.

Luna Sutton found logic in his words, feeling she had been too anxious.

She looked up at the star-filled sky, the moon had already climbed to its highest point, darkness dense, "Well, let’s wait then."

After a busy night, everyone was exhausted.

The Old Shaman hunched over, yawning, his bloodshot murky eyes wide: "Old man needs a nap, these old bones can’t hold up."

Luna Sutton looked into his wrinkled face, speaking warmly: "Go rest, we’ll watch over things here."

For once, she refrained from calling him an old man.

The Old Shaman clearly didn’t expect her to speak so ’warmly and politely’, feeling a bit unfamiliar.

He paused, then nodded with a chuckle: "Alright, I’ll go rest first, call me if anything happens."

With that, he walked towards the house, muttering as he went: "Old, old, useless..."

Corbin Crowley looked at Luna Sutton’s dark-ringed eyes, feeling a sudden pang of distress, pulling her into his arms softly: "Luna, we’ve been at this all night, you should rest too, we’ll keep watch."

Mael Valerius looked at her exhausted expression and also spoke: "Luna, go rest, we’re here."

Luna Sutton indeed felt tired, both body and mind weary.

She nodded and advised, "You all keep an eye on things, and when it’s daylight, find someone to test the medicine. I’ll go catch some sleep first."

Soren Phoenix smiled with his peach blossom eyes, took off his red feather robe, and thoughtfully draped it over her shoulders: "Go ahead, Luna, don’t wear yourself out."

The most unfortunate one was Rhys Blackwood, who was supposed to be on duty tonight.

He had planned to spend a delightful night with Luna but the pandemic had rudely disrupted his plans.

No use complaining; rules are rules, and when it’s passed, it’s passed.

With a cold expression, he looked at the bubbling black concoction in the pot and scolded the two beastmen squatting by the iron pot: "If you don’t put out the fire soon, the medicine will dry up."

The two beastmen, startled, scrambled to put out the fire and nearly overturned the pot.

The Golden Silkworm King rolled his eyes in disdain: "Clumsy fools, this is life-saving medicine."

Rhys Blackwood turned coldly to leave, his black robe billowing in the night wind.

Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, he almost collided with the Priest rushing in, laden with a medicine basket.

"Move aside."

Rhys Blackwood’s tone was colder than the night wind.

The Priest’s white beard quivered as he hurriedly stepped aside.

Only after Rhys Blackwood had gone did he mutter quietly: "Someone’s eaten gunpowder..."

In the yard, Luna Sutton was yawning, ready to head back to sleep.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Corbin Crowley and said, "The kid is still in the space; I need to check on him."

Corbin Crowley frowned: "I’ll go with you."

"No need."

She waved him off, "You all watch the medicine, I’ll be back after a quick nap."

She slipped into the space dimension.

And was instantly stunned to find the place crawling with naked little babies.

Three little ones were bent over, playing by the Spiritual Spring.

The other eight were tumbling around the grass like a bunch of little mice.

Barrett Arcanus, Fintan Arcanus, and Zora, the three little ones, were already awake somehow.

They weren’t sleeping on the big bed in the wooden house.

All three were squatting at the wooden house door, looking confused, with big shiny eyes, watching the eleven chubby babies splashing by the Spiritual Spring and rolling around the grass.

Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and eight little snake babies were nowhere to be seen.

Luna Sutton slapped her forehead, almost collapsing on the spot.

These eleven chubby, naked babies were exactly Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and the eight little snake babies?

Looking like half-year-old human infants, all pudgy and milky-white, crawling all over the place.

"My god in heaven..."

She wailed and hurriedly chased after a chubby baby about to fall into the Spiritual Spring, "Changing forms at the worst possible time."

The three little ones, Barrett Arcanus, Fintan Arcanus, and Zora, stumbled over to her as soon as she entered. Their tiny paws tugged at her skirt, as if complaining, or trying to communicate.

Luna Sutton felt overwhelmed; half-year-old human infants are far more troublesome than cubs.

Can’t walk or talk, even need help with peeing.

"This is a disaster..."

She gritted her teeth and carried all these suddenly transformed little ones back to the wooden house bed, glaring at them fiercely: "No crawling around, whoever crawls will get a spanking."

Without caring whether they understood, she quickly retrieved the prepared children’s clothes.

Luckily, she liked to store things in the space, saving the trouble of running outside to get them.

She opened the cabinet and found them quickly.

Only to realize they were all sized for two-year-olds, making these little tots look like performers in oversized costumes, clearly ill-fitting.

Luna Sutton was speechless, so she had to pull out her needle and thread to alter them on the spot.

Fortunately, beastman cubs are hardy and don’t fear the cold, even playing around naked won’t make them ill.

She deftly fixed two sets, they’re all boys anyway, so pants first will do.

Shirts can come later, the space is like eternal spring, never chilly.

After she dressed all eleven little tots with the pants, she was exhausted, beads of sweat on her forehead, fingers pricked multiple times by needles.

Looking at the little ones sitting, crawling, or rolling in a heap on the bed, she let out a deep sigh.

Indeed, no matter where you are, taking care of babies is always the most tiring.