Path of The Dragonborn

"The magic medicine that flows into the Republic?" Just when he entered the cafe, planning to enjoy coffee as usual, while thinking about something, Dingo Bullard was drawn by a startled breath from the seat next to him. As a well-known gossip magazine, Dinge has a special talent and can keenly perceive the secrets behind some seemingly inconspicuous news. It is with this that he can always dig out some reports in the dark corners of society. .

"Oh, you're here too. Come and sit down here." Greeting enthusiastically, the handsome young man is the owner of this cafe, and the reason why this place is blocked by the underground forces of the entire capital Edith As an information exchange room, it is naturally because the boss himself knows this way - but, unlike most selfish people in this industry, he agrees that the boss seems to have a more conscience and a sense of morality.

"What did you mention just now?" Dinge took a cup of brewed mocha coffee and asked suspiciously, "What magic medicine?"

"Ah... Dingo hasn't heard of that yet," said Belmotty, the owner of the cafe, after whom the cafe was named. Although he is a well-known intelligence dealer in the circle, Belmotti's other identity is that he has obtained a pharmacist license from the Medical University of Remiphilia, and is a doctor qualified to open clinics and pharmacies according to the laws of the Republic. Dinger doesn't know why he didn't choose a doctor's job with a higher income and social status, but past facts have proved that having a knowledgeable person is very useful for underground workers to identify the circulation of illegal drugs. helpful.

So upon hearing what Belmotty had to say, Dinger instinctively thought he was talking about a new type of drug. What surprised him most was that Dinger himself had never heard of such rumors, and he had always been well informed in this regard.

"It's not what Dinge meant by your understanding." Belmotti clearly read out the deep meaning of Dinge's subtle expression, "It's not a synonym for contraband...it's the real "God" who is said to be able to cure all diseases. Medicine". "

"There really is such a thing?" Dinge was surprised, "Didn't you say that similar advertisements are all deceptive?"

"That's right... But this time, several of my colleagues seem to have heard of it... Some people even saw the effect of the drug with their own eyes. I think it should not be a rumor, but true." Belmotti's expression was subtle , "I was talking to others just now that if possible, you can help me contact the source of the drug, that is, the person who provided the drug."

"Any ideas?"

"The other party seems to be from a small autonomous state in the south... It's not very conspicuous, and he definitely doesn't want to attract too much attention." Belmotti said mysteriously, "I have already tried to get in touch... But it is said that the price is surprisingly expensive. So far only some fairly wealthy people can afford it. But...that's kind of weird. How come this kind of thing is suddenly popular in the rich circle?"

"Yeah... It stands to reason that there must be a process for this kind of thing. Unless some of them use this product and then recommend it through their channels... Maybe even the maker himself." Dinger said, " Speaking of... how does this so-called "magic medicine" work? "

"I don't know... There are all kinds of effects. It seems that at present, it seems that you need to explain your needs, and the other party will send you something that is particularly effective. For example, anti-rheumatic drugs that can make people feel safe through the winter, or It is a medicine to relieve severe asthma... In short, it is a problem that modern medicine and the medicine of the Seven Luminaries Church are difficult to solve, but it will not have too outrageous effects... What I am really interested in is what is hidden behind this, especially Who made these things."

"It's really interesting... Can this thing be put in my magazine as well?" Dingle thought for a moment, but still smiled noncommittally-although it seemed like it really had something to do with it, it didn't seem to have anything to do with him. For Dinger, as long as it is not related to the organization that has some ties to him, he can not care so much... And considering the style of behavior there and the contempt for the law, such a harmless action like this , really not like their style.

"By the way, Dingo, what's the matter with you this time?" Belmotti asked while scrubbing the glass, "Usually you don't come to me when you're okay."

"Well...Actually, I made an appointment to meet here. It's a newcomer who joined our line recently...Speaking of which, you should have heard his name?"

"Oh... it's that young man from the Arkleid office. I heard... he seems to have made Giacomo and the others quite unhappy." Belmotti nodded, with a smile on his lips - Giacomo Na The behavior of the gang is completely different from theirs, which makes Giacomo furious, which means that it may be possible to get along with himself quite happily, "What's the matter?"

"It was introduced by another acquaintance... I recently planned to travel far away and needed to find a helper. Because of the well-known reasons, it is impossible to find guerrillas." Dinger said, "I heard from an acquaintance in Sarbad. Speaking of... it seems that the government is planning to do something in the Nord Plateau."

"Ah...yes. After all, I suffered such a fiasco in Crossbell..." Belmoty sighed, "The president must also want to get back on his feet. It's just... It doesn't seem to suit your current status, right?"

"It's not all... I heard the news of "their" secret activities. It seems that he is acting as a private military intermediary, and has a little flirtation with the military. Dinger shook his head, "It's no secret that the President can't control the loneliness of some Western faction soldiers. Although I don't think the Empire will be very good, the Nords are..."

"Understood... You have to pass the news through your friend in Crossbell again?" Belmotti nodded, "That's fine. That's all we can do. Ah, it's him. ?"

Belmotti pointed out the window. The young man who pushed in the door walked into the store with a tired look on his face.

"It's him." Dingo nodded, "Welcome... How about a cup of coffee first?"

"Okay...it's time for a refresher."

Seeing Dinge's eyes, Belmotti, who knew that the two were going to start talking, silently turned around and went to the backstage. But in his heart, he couldn't hold back his curiosity about the secret of the "pharmacist"...