When Singed learned that Durin had run to Piltover, he would surely find Silco and have him send people to Piltover to find him. But Durin was not worried. First, Piltover was not a small county; it was a super metropolis with multiple districts and high-rise buildings everywhere.
Secondly, this was Piltover, where the true rulers were the high and mighty Council, controlling everything 360 degrees without blind spots, from economy, politics, medical care, food, to military. No matter how powerful Silco was, he could only send one or two people into Piltover from Zaun each time.
But for Durin, the threat was not too great; as long as they didn't send more than three people at once, he was confident he could handle them.
After finishing his egg noodles, Durin returned to his room, took out a book from his instrument bag, and inside it was a copied page.
Next, he just needed to look up the Ancient Shurima words in this document, find the corresponding meanings of the words, and perhaps he could quickly decipher the content on the page.
Next, as long as he studied hard, he would soon know the formula and production steps for the Composite Recovery Potion. Once he knew, he could reach the pinnacle of life. Durin was already impatient.
Afterward, Durin kept flipping through the book's content, trying to accurately translate the meaning of each Ancient Shurima word, ensuring that the meaning would not change.
The reason he was so meticulous was that Durin feared a single Ancient Shurima word's meaning being translated incorrectly, leading to the entire potion refining process being wrong, and then what would be produced, a recovery potion or a poison?
About five hours later, around nine in the evening, Durin was too exhausted to stay awake and went to bed.
… …
In a vast laboratory in the Zaun Promenade Level, filled with various experimental equipment and mechanical pipelines, a pile of thick books was stacked in a corner, resembling half a wall, all related to the preparation of medicinal materials and potions.
Singed, dressed in a simple lab coat, had half of his gaunt face covered by a mask, his gaze calm and profound, like a harmless Scholar.
He walked to the experimental table and looked at the struggling emaciated man, who shook his body in resistance, continuously making sounds of protest.
"Wuwuwuwu!"
But Singed didn't even look at him, speaking to himself, "Record Experiment Subject No. 8. First step, dissect the target and inject Glimmer Potion 2.0. Experimental objective: test the healing effect achieved after the fusion of Darkin Kin's blood with Glimmer Potion. Experiment begins. Recorder: Singed."
With that, he picked up a pair of pliers and walked over, effortlessly pushing a blood-stained metal table in front of the experimental table, on which various scalpels were laid out, even items like axes and hand saws.
He first took out a syringe-thick bottle of purplish-red potion from his backpack, ignored the subject shaking his head frantically, directly inserted the needle into his neck, and then, with a push of his right hand, injected the entire potion into the emaciated man's artery.
Then, he used the pliers to cut open the subject's abdomen.
The intense pain made the emaciated man's eyes bulge, the veins on his forehead twisted together, and his entire body shook with the sharp pain, while a pungent, foul smell below wet his pants.
However, his cut-open abdomen did not gush out a large amount of blood. Not only that, the severed blood vessels were healing at a visible rate.
"Hmm? This recovery speed… it's simply unbelievable!"
Upon seeing the wound heal, Singed's face immediately lit up with joy. He quickly turned to pick up a pen and paper to record this experiment: Experiment Subject No. 8, Glimmer Potion 2.0, when fused with Darkin Kin's blood, the potion's healing effect is remarkable.
Just as he was diligently recording, the next moment, an unexpected situation occurred.
The emaciated man tied to the experimental table began to swell uncontrollably, like a corpse that had been submerged in deep seawater for a long time; his entire skin began to bloat.
Then, he suddenly exploded.
Bang!
Exploding flesh and bones splattered everywhere, with shattered organs all over, staining the entire laboratory red.
"It failed…" Singed's right hand, which was recording, paused. He silently wiped the bloodstains and bits of flesh from his face.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
Singed said in a deep voice.
A bald, muscular man covered in tattoos cautiously entered, bowed to Singed, and said, "Doctor, the two thugs sent to track Durin are dead. Their bodies have been brought in by the patrol team."
Singed picked up a rag and wiped his hands, asking calmly, "Where did he go?"
"Piltover."
The bald, muscular man answered cautiously.
"…"
Singed was silent for a moment, his gaze deep and calm as he looked at the bald, muscular man. He picked up a bottle of purplish-red potion from the table and slowly said, "Then we'll have to find Silco. Where is he now? Take me to him."
The bald, muscular man's burly figure, like a grizzly bear, suddenly trembled. He lowered his head deeply and responded in a low voice, "Yes, Boss is currently at The Last Drop in Black Alley, which has now been renamed The Mikawa Drug Tavern."
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