Chapter 51: Transparent Small Bottle

We were floored. The master was dead, which meant no more medicine?

So, Anthony was running out of time?

Lorenzo looked worried.

"Before he left, he made me one last batch of medicine, but he didn't give me the recipe," Anthony sighed. "Today is the third day since I took the medicine. I've been on it for twelve years, so I'm pretty dependent on it. In seven days, I'll be done for."

"Hold on a sec!" Lorenzo grabbed Anthony's left arm, his fingers moving quickly as he performed a light and agile "Astrological Pulse Mapping."

It was my first time witnessing Lorenzo's deft skill, surpassing Bruno and the rest in grace and precision, his fingers fluttering like a butterfly.

However, a frown creased his brow; he attempted QiAlignment, then another round of "Astrological Pulse Mapping," but his frown only deepened."

Because we were in a corner and Lorenzo's movements were small, no one noticed.

But I was watching closely. Lorenzo's technique seemed on par with the Caldwell family!

He must be a top-notch expert too.

So why didn't Bruno think of Lorenzo at the time?

"Take it easy, Lorenzo, it's pointless." Anthony saw Lorenzo frowning and instead smiled, "I was ready for this. Besides, if it weren't for a stroke of luck, I would've been dead twelve years ago! Living another twelve years is worth it!"

Lorenzo sighed and suddenly looked at me, "Dennis, why don't you give it a shot?"

"Me?"

To be honest, I was somewhat confident initially, but after seeing Lorenzo's two techniques, I immediately felt that my own small tricks were utterly insignificant and felt a bit ashamed. I've only scratched the surface of Master Lorenzo's skills...

"Give it a try!" Anthony was quite carefree, "Just treat me as a test subject and practice on me!"

"Okay." I took out the Beneware Sunstrike from my pocket, drew a seven-star diagram in the air in front of Anthony, touched the spoon-shaped star on the Sunstrike with my finger, and then squinted at Anthony.

I couldn't see the black Sinwaft or Hexwaft, nor the white Justbreeze.

I even felt Anthony was very healthy.

But I didn't want to disappoint them, so I drew another seven-star diagram, rotated the Sunstrike, and pressed it directly on Anthony's wrist.

But still, there was no change.

After a few moments, I wanted to give up, thinking that if even Lorenzo couldn't find anything, it was normal for me, an apprentice, to find nothing.

I sighed, ready to sheathe the Sunstrike, when a blinding white light flashed on Anthony's wrist!

The white light was extremely thin, like a sharp blade piercing my eyes!

"Oh!"

I exclaimed and leaned back in my chair, instinctively covering my eyes.

"What happened?" Alicia held my arm with concern.

I quickly waved my hand, and when my eyes recovered, I tried the same method again, but the white light did not reappear.

I told Lorenzo what had happened, and he got excited. At least it showed that Anthony could still be saved.

"By the way, Anthony, what did you come here for this time?" Lorenzo asked.

Anthony pointed to a wooden box on the table, "Well, it's for this. It's the only item left by that master. I can't understand what it is, so I brought it here to find an expert to look at it. But several people have looked at it and couldn't figure out what it is."

Lorenzo became interested, "Can we take a look?"

"Of course."

Anthony walked to the table and opened the wooden box.

Inside lay a small, semi-transparent black bottle, about five inches high and less than two inches in diameter, sealed with thick wax. We could vaguely see some glue-like transparent liquid inside.

Lorenzo asked, "Anthony, is this the medicine that the master gave you to drink? Or is it linked to it?"

Anthony shook his head, "Nah, this ain't the drink. I checked out where the master lived, and this thing stumped me. If this were medicine, this amount wouldn't last me twelve years!"

"That's true." Lorenzo took out the small bottle, looked at it carefully, and then sniffed it, "What is this? The bottle looks quite old, but it's clearly a modern product. The stuff inside..."

He suddenly smiled wryly, "Anthony, do you think it's possible that this thing is just trash?"

Anthony laughed too, "Why not? I even thought it might just be glue or something, left in a place and forgotten. Anyway, whatever the outcome, I accept it and don't feel it's a pity."

Lorenzo opened his mouth but didn't say anything, handing the small bottle to me, "Dennis, what do you think?"