Time passed slowly, a day went by, and dawn and dusk began shifting again.
Until nightfall, only then did Little Flea excitedly rush in from outside. He held a test tube in his hand, in which a smoky purple liquid swirled.
"This should be the antidote; I made it as quickly as I could through processing a semi-finished product!"
Little Flea only mentioned it briefly and didn’t explain how he found the antidote or how he made it, but from his bloodshot eyes and his face, pale as if he were dead, it was clear he had labored tirelessly day and night to achieve it.
Little Flea handed the test tube to Nausicaa, because with Renko in ice, only Nausicaa could inject the potion through the ice into Renko’s body.
Nausicaa didn’t know if this so-called antidote would work, but at this point, they could only treat a dead horse as if it was alive.
She systematically injected the potion into Renko’s body using magic power as a conduit.
When everything was done, everyone widened their eyes, staring hard at the surface changes on Renko.
By now, Renko had been frozen for over forty hours; his face was bloodless, and his lips were dark blue, appearing just like a corpse.
Everyone was waiting for a miracle.
As time passed minute by minute, about half an hour later, there was still no obvious change on Renko’s skin surface.
Everyone turned their gaze to Nausicaa. They couldn’t see inside Renko at the moment; perhaps this potion’s effects weren’t outwardly visible, but inside he was recovering?
However, Nausicaa replied with a gentle shake of her head.
Nausicaa had been monitoring changes within Renko; that potion... had no effect. Through the interaction of the toxins, the original toxic effects had peaked, even showing signs of compound toxins, rendering the original antidote ineffective.
Receiving this answer, the group was utterly despairing.
Little Flea’s eyes went blank as he collapsed to the ground.
There were only a few hours left until the final moment, and finding a cure in such a short time was practically impossible.
Everyone understood that the ending was already determined.
After a long silence, a doctor came to his senses: "Life inevitably reaches its end; Mr. Renko is merely taking the peaceful path ahead of us."
"While there’s still a little time, let the others come in and take a look. At least to bid Mr. Renko a final farewell."
Little Flea abruptly stood up: "No, how can we despair? There’s still time, we can still save him, think of a way, think of a way! We must save him..."
Initially shouting angrily, in the end, Little Flea was already pleading through tears.
Everyone could understand Little Flea’s feelings; they were even more saddened because Little Flea had only spent half a day with Mr. Renko, while they had been with Mr. Renko for much longer.
The pain of losing Mr. Renko, they understood more, and it was more profound.
The somber atmosphere that had slightly lifted due to silence was rekindled at this moment. Some couldn’t help but cry softly; even though they were doctors who had seen many deaths, none had made them as sad as this one.
Nausicaa leaned against the wall, watching everyone cry together, memories of past times flooding her mind.
Conquering the Blackberry Sea wasn’t easy; during the times of battling with the sea, pirates, and various forces, Nausicaa witnessed her companions leaving one by one.
Whenever a comrade passed away, there would be someone on the ship crying in grief. Nausicaa was the calmest one; she also wanted to cry, but as a leader, she had to hold back her tears, comfort her comrades, and depict a better future for them.
This situation lasted a long time until one day, her closest confidant fell on the shipping lane.
That was the darkest day of Nausicaa’s life. Even as strong as she was, on that day she became vulnerable, holding her confidant’s body, she cried wantonly in the dark and narrow room.
She was the mental pillar for everyone on the ship, and wasn’t her confidant her pillar too?
This kind of sorrow akin to the collapse of faith was too familiar to Nausicaa.
Renko was the faith of this group, the pillar that upheld justice and principles on this dreary island. His fall not only meant the death of a person but also symbolized light being eroded by darkness and rules descending into chaos.
A peaceful life would be transformed entirely.
Nausicaa looked at the scene before her, her hands clenched tightly under her sleeves.
She wanted to save Renko.
Desperately so.
Previously, she wanted to save Renko because he had saved her. But at this moment, she wanted to save him because she hoped there would still be a lighthouse in the eternal darkness, continuously illuminating and guiding the course of the Moonlit Navigator.
But how to save him?
Relying solely on the skills of these doctors would not revive Renko in a short time. The most reliable solution now was to use extraordinary abilities.
However, she didn’t have many healing potions on her, nor had she systematically learned tricks for treating and detoxifying. How could she save the young life that was about to fade?
Reynaud might have a way... after all, he had been a transcendent for over thirty years, his experience and knowledge far exceeding Nausicaa’s.
But, at this moment, Reynaud’s whereabouts were unknown. Even if they found him, could they bring him back in less than eight hours?
Nausicaa sighed.
"If only Angel were here." Angel was an Alchemy Master, even in Metallography, but to become a master under Ashiliye’s tutelage, he must have dabbled in Potionology. With Angel around, perhaps Renko could be saved.
It’s just, Angel was probably still on the Flourish Continent now... Sky Mechanical City? Or Barbarian Cave?
Either way, not here.
Finding Reynaud would be faster than finding Angel.
Nausicaa couldn’t help but laugh and shook her head, "What am I foolishly thinking, how could Angel possibly..."
Halfway through the sentence, Nausicaa suddenly paused.
She thought of something.
Nausicaa pondered for a moment, then slowly took out a Spatial Capsule from a hidden pocket. Inside the Spatial Capsule was only one item, a monocle made of crystal lenses.