Da Vinci was standing in front of a bunch of instruments, mixing something.
These equipments were all improvised by her, and the strange liquid in the equipment was also temporarily found in the mountains.
"The poison of silence should be incurable. Is it really okay...?" Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, looked at Da Vinci's back worriedly.
"There is nothing in this world that has absolutely no solution. If there is, it's just that the solution has not been found." Da Vinci did not turn around at all, but just said while making the mixture, "It is with this belief that we will go to
Understand this world and develop this world.”
"I am the omnipotent Leonardo da Vinci, so don't say 'no solution' in front of me."
"And if you want to unlock this toxin more easily, I also know an easier way, right?"
Cursed Wrist Hassan was speechless: "What can we do?"
The delusion poison has only been successfully practiced by Serenity Hassan alone. It is said to be a poison that has no cure, and indeed no one has solved it. But this woman not only wants to concoct an antidote now, but also claims that there is a simpler method.
"I know a person named Lawrence Anno Falgo. Like me, she is a caster affiliated with Chaldea, and she is also a servant who signed a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka."
"Did you know? Like me, he is also called the 'Almighty Man'."
While Da Vinci was talking, he was doing various operations that Hassan couldn't understand, and his hand speed was extremely fast.
"The Almighty One..."
"Yes, although I am a little unhappy that I cannot monopolize this title, the talent of that guy Lawrence is indeed not inferior to mine at all, and even in terms of his understanding of the world, he is far better than me."
"And do you know what his greatest achievement was during his lifetime?" Da Vinci's tone was relaxed and with a hint of smile.
"...What?" Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, started not to understand and scratched the back of his head.
"She put an end to the Black Death that swept across Europe and wiped out half of Europe's population."
"...Huh?" Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, widened his eyes.
"It's true. Those guys in the Clock Tower probably know how to cure the Black Death, but their minds have been imprisoned by the word 'magic'. Apart from magic, they can't think of any better way.
To save that era, to save Europe that was like hell, so even if they try, they will end up in vain." Da Vinci pulled a bowl from the side and poured the prepared liquid into the bowl, "
And Lawrence doesn't know magic at all, and his ordinary genius allowed him to get the solution to this problem."
"As a non-magician, he solved problems that even magicians could not solve, and completely eliminated the harm of the Black Death from the world."
"Correspondingly, the Noble Phantasm he obtained after death is capable of eradicating all poisonous and harmful diseases, conceptually eradicating them." Da Vinci turned around with the bowl in hand, with a slight smile on his face, "
Do you think such a person would be helpless against this so-called 'unfixable' poison?"
"This..." Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, was speechless and choked.
Da Vinci crossed the cursed Hassan, walked to the bed, and helped Liao Ye up from the bed: "Come on, drink this and you will be fine."
"Ah, thank you, I can just do it myself..."
"Then you can do it yourself."
Da Vinci didn't tolerate Liao Ye, so he put the bowl into Liao Ye's hand.
"By the way, I haven't had time to ask yet. Have any other Knights of the Round Table been to the East Village since we left?" Hassan the Cursed Man sat next to Liao Ye and raised his head to ask Da Vinci.
"It's better to let the real owner answer this question. I have other work to do, so I'll excuse you." Da Vinci didn't even check whether the antidote he prepared was effective, and turned around to leave.
, leaving Hassan with a confused look on his face.
No, who is the rightful owner?
The person who walked in after Leonardo da Vinci walked out answered his question.
"It's Gareth." Anno said without any delay the name of the Knights of the Round Table who attacked the East Village.
"When did the attack come?"
"Not long after you left, Feilong came over." Annuo sat on the other side and leaned his chalk against the wall.
"The flying dragon is so maneuverable that it's almost impossible to defend against. It can move in a straight line in the air, which is much faster than us running on the ground." Hassan the Cursed Wrist sighed, hammered the table, and gritted his teeth.
"What's the situation at the West Village? Why was Liao Ye poisoned?" Annuo looked at Hassan the Cursed Wrist.
The exchange of intelligence is necessary. Now in the mountains, any outside intelligence acquisition is extremely precious.
"That's it, after arriving at West Village..."
Hassan the Cursed Arm gave a complete explanation of a series of things that happened after the group arrived at the West Village, including the rescue of Quiet Hassan and the escape of Agguiwen.
"Mordred and Agreven..." Annuo sighed.
Hearing these familiar names now appear in front of him as enemies, he felt that the hand holding the sword hilt was a little weak.
"So, Liao Ye became like this not because of the enemy, but because of that Serenity Hassan...?" Annuo looked at the man lying on the bed, drinking Da Vinci's concoction in small sips.
Liao Ye who drank the unpalatable liquid.
"Uh-" Liao Ye's movements immediately stiffened.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, no one knows that his intolerance to poison is so high, right?"
Speaking of this, even though Liao Ye was miserable, Hassan Curse Wrist couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Da Vinci's antidote was very effective. After Liao Ye drank it, the swelling on his body and the purple face began to return to normal quickly.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that he inhaled very little poison.
"Huh... I finally feel a little more comfortable. I felt completely uncomfortable before..." Liao Ye clenched his fists, exhaled and stretched.
"By the way, you mentioned that after Mordred was defeated, he turned into a white dragon?" Ignoring Liao Ye, Annuo and Hassan the Cursed Arm continued to chat about business.
"Well, that's right. It's very strange. Could it be that Gareth...?" Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, frowned.
"Yes." Annuo sighed and nodded slightly, "I'm sure I have shattered Gareth's spiritual core, but..."
"That gesture is really creepy."
"Ah... the Storm King told us that the evil dragon Vortigern destroyed the minions of the Round Table... it is indeed very strange."
"...Wait, wait for that kid Ritsuka to come back." Annuo shook his head, his eyes sharpened, "It's not enough to keep doing this, it's time to take the initiative."