Chapter 138
Jenny stopped crying. Wiping her tears, she gathered her thoughts and began, “A man came to my clinic earlier. I checked his pulse and realized he wasn’t ill. Then, he said he was here to get medicine for his friend. He wanted the Seedsaver Potion. I wrote the prescription down. The moment he saw it, he demanded Medieval Medicine. I said I didn’t have it, then he told me he had kidnapped Cosmo. If I don’t hand over the book in one day, he’ll livestream him having his kidneys extracted. What should I do?”
Matthew finally grasped the situation. It seemed these people were also after the ancient text. He was searching for it on behalf of Nicholas, but he was unsure of their motive. Remembering the Red Wolves were also after Medieval Medicine, he had an idea. “Did the man look Eastorian?”
Jenny’s shoulders still trembled from her earlier breakdown. She thought for a while and replied, “I couldn’t tell. But… he speaks in our accent.”
Matthew fell silent. He suddenly thought of something and inquired, “Where’s your brother? Are you certain he’s been kidnapped?”
Jenny nodded. “His school called earlier to ask why he was absent. I’m certain he’s been kidnapped. The man left his contact information before he left. He told me to call him once I have Medieval Medicine.” As she spoke, she nudged the piece of paper with the man’s number toward Matthew.
Matthew frowned. Noting his expression, Jenny grew anxious. “Is there no other way?” Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Matthew comforted her. “I have a way. Let me call someone.” Jenny nodded, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
He called Ansel. “Have you seen Medieval Medicine from the Medieval Sect before?” Ansel sat at a wooden table, the fragrance of tea lingering in the air around him. He shook his head. “No, I’ve never seen it before.”
Matthew was speechless. “If you’ve never seen it before, would you be able to tell if I gave you a fake one?”
Ansel was astonished. The thought of Matthew giving him a fake copy left him speechless. Finally regaining his composure, he questioned, “Would you give your mentor a fake copy?”
“Of course not,” Matthew answered promptly. “I want you to forge a copy. But you’ve never seen the real thing before, so how could you possibly forge a fake one?”
Realization dawned on Ansel. “That’s simple. When do you need it?” Simple? Matthew thought Ansel didn’t understand the level of authenticity required. “I need a fake copy indistinguishable from the real one. No one can tell the difference unless they’ve seen the real copy before. And this is urgent; I need it right now.”
Ansel contemplated for a while. “Can you give me a day? I will get it done by tomorrow.” Suddenly recalling something, Matthew quickly added, “It must also include the prescription for the Seedsaver Potion. I’ll send you a photo of the prescription.” He took a picture of the prescription and sent it to Ansel.
Seeing that Jenny was still deeply upset after he hung up, he comforted her. “They probably wouldn’t harm a child.”
Jenny shook her head. The fear on her face was so palpable; it was as if she’d just seen something extremely terrifying. Trembling, she murmured, “Y–You have no idea how cruel they can be. They killed my grandpa and my parents. They don’t give a damn about a child.”
“In fact, this is very dangerous. I’m very sorry for getting you involved in this. If you’re scared, you can leave. I won’t blame you. I don’t want more people to get involved. Too many people have died.”