“…When I was 10 years old, my father left my mother.”

The backyard of the "Flint and Jasmine" Adventurer Supplies Store, a big tree swayed with wide leaves, covering most of the yard. The cool breeze under the tree was blowing, and Ms. Jasmine sat in the shade with her eyes wide:

"He received a letter from afar, then sorted out his weapons, put on leather armor, and said he would leave for a while. Before leaving, he kissed his mother, hugged me, and said he wanted to bring me beautiful feathers, the kind I had never seen before..."

"He...never came back."

"He loves me very much... His bows, martial arts, the ability to be close to nature, and magic are all taught step by step...and he teaches reading, literacy, and elves little by little..."

"I don't want to learn and want to play, so he grabbed a handful of grass seeds and held them in his hand. The grass leaves grew up, and they were intertwined into a green little rabbit, jumping in front and letting me chase..."

"I just want to know his whereabouts... If he dies, I hope to bring him back and be buried with my mother."

As he said that, he swallowed even more, turned his head suddenly, and closed his eyes hard. Ashe Yuege listened carefully, stretched out a hand through the table, holding her palm:

"Don't worry, I will try my best to find it for you. What's your father's name?...Himer Gracia Xingye? Well, a few years ago, I did hear that the elves of the Xingye family were traveling outside, so I'll ask you a little bit..."

They lowered their voices and spoke rustlingly. In the room separated by a bed, Gret also took out his injection suit from the space bag and placed it on the table:

Vaccine bottles, syringes, alcohol, sterile cotton balls...

"This is the latest research and development result of the institute, a vaccine for yellow fever. At present, it seems that there is still safety and protection effect, but the protection time has not been determined. In a while, it should be widely promoted among adventurers..."

"Really? That's great!" Mr. Hawthorne rolled up his sleeves according to Gret's instructions, exposing his upper left arm. He was surprised and a little worried:

"Our anti-mosquito incense, anti-mosquito oil, and mosquito nets are always unable to provide complete protection. Magical equipment is expensive... With vaccines, adventurers are much safer in the jungle! That's..."

He glanced at the delivery area in front of him, and then at the processing area on the right side of the yard:

"Our goods will probably be in bad sales..."

"Ah, this certainly won't." Gret was confident:

"The yellow fever vaccine can only prevent yellow fever and cannot prevent other diseases, such as malaria, etc. Besides, even if you don't get sick, no one wants to be bitten by mosquitoes in hundreds of bags, right?"

"This is... Besides, relying on external things to help is not as good as relying on yourself."

Mr. Hawthorne turned his head and stared at his upper left arm, watching the cool alcohol cotton ball rub it over and then rub it over again. The injection needle was approaching with a cold light, subconsciously closing his eyes, and biting his teeth until it sounded:

"You should be gentle..."

The upper arm's deltoid muscle suddenly hurt. The tall warrior, who was 9 meters tall, trembled and almost jumped up:

"Ao!"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't this lighter than a knife?" Ms. Jasmine wiped away her tears and pushed the door in. Seeing that her husband's face changed, she couldn't help but smile:

"When fighting with people, the knife is scratched on your body, and the arrow is shot on your body and you can't even see you hum. You can shout with such a small needle? - Come on, I'll treat you, okay!"

As he said that, a light green light condensed into his fingertips, he was about to press the deltoid muscles of her husband's upper arm. Gret quickly stopped him:

"It cannot be treated! Just press the cotton ball for one minute! After the treatment, the effectiveness of the vaccine will be gone!"

God knows that there are not only one or two pits they have planted on it. Especially when fertilizing cells, after the treatment continues, the cells struggle to breathe, and the viruses are all finished.

Later, the same was true when the mouse was vaccinated. A bad guy trembled his hand and poked it out. He was afraid that the mouse would die, so he secretly poured some treatment potion...

Then, among the group of teenage mice, the only one who was poured into the treatment potion was not successful. After a long time of investigation, the cause was found. Later, repeated experiments were conducted and repeated verifications:

When getting vaccinated, absolutely, no matter what, you should not throw treatments on the vaccinator because of the bleeding, fear, etc.!

Really, this situation has never happened in my previous life... In the past life, at most people are afraid of infection and use iodine to wipe the injection part...

Ms. Jasmine waved the green light, gave her husband a blank look, and her slender fingertips poked her forehead. Then she rolled up her sleeves and handed her upper arm to Gret:

"Come on, come on, come on, and come on me too. Although I can communicate naturally, I have to be prepared when I go out! If my mental power is exhausted and my magic equipment is broken, this is what saves my life!"

"Uh..." Gret took a step back, retracted the syringe in his hand. He raised his hand to block Ms. Jasmine, with a look of embarrassment:

"But Ms. Jasmine, this vaccine has only been tested on humans on a large scale. Half-elves or something, I'm not sure it will work..."

"But you are also a half-elves?" Ashe Yuege said strangely:

"Have you not tried it? Haven't you tried it on yourself?"

“…”

Gret really tried it. Although it was not the first group of knights, the first group of safety experiments would lead to inaccuracies - but safety experiments and effectiveness experiments have been passed.

For this reason, he not only injected himself with the virus, but also gritted his teeth, causing the mosquito to bite twenty or thirty packs, and his arms were swollen like corn.

Serera felt very distressed. Seeing him being bitten, she immediately sprayed the mosquitoes into ice slag with a mouthful of dragon breath.

"It's good if it works. Come on, give me a shot!"

Gret couldn't resist, so he had to give Ms. Jasmine an injection. After the injection, Ms. Jasmine pressed her upper left arm with a cotton ball and looked at Gret curiously:

"Are you half-elves too? I can't tell at all..."

As soon as she said this, her husband kicked her gently and quickly shut up. Gret pretended not to hear it and smiled, and took out another iron box that was filled with cold air:

"Uncle Hawthorne, this is a vaccine recently developed. In the early stage, you can give adventurers free injections, and of course you can charge a fee - the most important thing is to pay attention to the protection of the vaccine. Soon the Mage Tower will also promote vaccination. If you use it here, you can go to the Mage Tower to buy..."

Mr. Hawthorne took it in surprise, turned around and held it into the freezer device to save it. Ms. Jasmine nodded to them and followed them in together. Ashe Yuege's ears slightly raised, and soon she heard a low chat inside:

"Hey, do you think his father is an elf or his mother is an elf? Have you ever thought about looking for a family? Should we ask for help with Ms. Yuege's place?"

"Others know what other people do! If he doesn't tell them, don't ask so much!"

Ashe Yuege's eyes flashed. She also wanted to know which elves family Gret belonged to, and she also wanted to take him back to recognize his relatives-

But don’t worry, don’t worry. Anyway, I have to go to the research institute. Everyone has been working together for a long time, so just ask him slowly!

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