Chapter 1429: line with translation of chapter title

NO．45：a single auxiliary medicine

No need to suspect; the demon person, holding a pessimistic attitude, unexpectedly welcomed an opening that neither glowed nor transformed, and had no black smoke.

Straight to the bar after work.

After receiving many greetings and welcomes, he still remembered that the bartender served him a glass of Riesling, while the long-awaited West Cape Abundant God mysteriously approached, curious about his casual online mention of the responsibility for the pharmaceutical follow-up.

There was naturally no follow-up; Ailisuzhi's pharmaceutical preparation this time was very honest, so honest that his consistently conservative self guessed wrong.

Aomo somewhat suspected she was deliberately doing the opposite just to make him guess wrong once, but he also somewhat suspected her already unstable mental state was playing a role.

As for that most unimaginable possibility—namely, that he himself could now receive the same treatment as classmate Chiji from Suzi—

Such an idea would be categorized as delusion in his thinking, and would not even appear in a dream.

98.9%, this is the advance adaptability rate test result for Ailisuzhi that Aomo obtained through Sai.

Compared to the initially absurdly high 98.4%, it is higher by 0.5%.

At first glance it seems an insignificant tiny figure, but in fact, having already gathered considerable basic data from those around him, and intentionally using Terecesis and others as adaptability-rate experiments, Aomo knows.

This is like the bottleneck period encountered in many fields; the closer one gets, the harder improvement becomes, and even if it is merely an extremely small number, its very appearance is a breakthrough.

By contrast, Bourbon and Jinkyo, Aomo Lindun and the Mifilas aliens and such, higher purity instinctively yields adaptability beyond 100%, but in reality?

One is around 80, the other has dropped to the 70s.

At first hearing it's hard to understand, especially the latter.

Aomo and Mifilas have such an astonishing sync rate, so why can the adaptability rate fall to the 70s? But actually, thinking about the term 'adaptability rate' itself makes it clear.

Exceeding itself is a bonus, capable of achieving overload enhancement akin to a 140% sync rate.

But if you exceed too much, it is no longer you adapting to it.

Rather, it is adapting to you!

The vertical gap between purities is not any simpler than horizontal proximity.

Neither is superior, for spiritual change knows no nobility; they are always rare, always require some turmoil before real change arrives, and thus Aomo equally concerns himself with the condition of each of his horse girls, making it hard to deny Holleya's teasing.

Owners of monster cards do not influence each other, which is impossible from the card's principle, but from a human perspective it is inevitable.

Because human change always manifests in the intersection of people.

Horse girls are by nature prone to being a stage for thought and ideal collisions, and if what a horse girl currently values is not someone from another team but rather other companions within the team who hold monster cards, or even trainers who hold monster cards...

The influence brought by people is naturally also corrected by people; the unlicensed quack's choice is precisely to use people as medicine, letting Miss Scarlett try a course of treatment.

"No follow-up, didn't I say back then that I'd handled it and come over right away?"

"Isn't this just curious how you handled it? The girls over there cause trouble when they argue."

"Like a wallet bleeding heavily?"

Nishizaki Yutaka's reaction let Aomo know that the Yamato Chiji classmate hadn't told the trainer about this, but matters in other teams need not be commented on; the demon person merely retorted in this way, then received a look of disdain from the other side.

"Haven't I been bleeding all along? Look, my ID in the main chat room hasn't changed."

"I thought you forgot to change it."

"You can't say there's no such reason..." he said somewhat lacking confidence, then Nishizaki Yutaka grew stern again: "But really, that name is the most versatile, long‑term effective, long‑term effective!"

"Okay," Aomo nodded, not wanting to waste time on such a nutritionally empty topic; if possible, he'd rather ask, "How did your investigation go? I mean that club."

"Shh——!"

Nishizaki Yutaka suddenly raised a finger to shush, turned his head to glance at the trainers each seated and chatting privately; seeing no one paying much attention here, only some unavoidable curious glances, he then turned back.

"Why talk about this now!? This is a holiday!"

"I don't think this matter truly allows for a break."

"Wow! What a harsh sentence, you're practically a demon!"

"Half of that is true, but have I ever told you you're very like one of my classmates?"

"That otherworldly East Flame person you saw at the racetrack last time—you mentioned him twice, I recall his name is Bi Ze."

"Maybe you two could form a duo and debut."

"Torment you together?"

"Not necessarily; just thinking we might share interests or get to know each other."

"Then let's wait until I have time to say more," Nishizaki Yutaka said subtly, gesturing to the few coworkers who had just entered the bar, then turning back to wave at the bartender who had returned after serving the surroundings, "Draft beer."

"Want to try something else?" the bartender asked him, "Recently the circle has been blowing some otherworldly trends, and they've developed several new kinds of liquor."

"Just those nominal things again," Nishizaki Yutaka said irritably.

"That's different," the bartender smirked mysteriously, "This time, because the chat was interesting, those deities and immortals participated in the recreation; it's said the matsutake and Jiu Xia Qing were restored quite well, and there's a Thousand‑Day Drunk with polar reviews."

"Just hearing the names sounds pretty impressive," Nishizaki Yutaka curled the corner of his mouth, glanced at Aomo and the half‑full cup before him, "Why don't you try? A demon's alcohol tolerance should be pretty strong."

"Am I such a casual experimental guinea pig? One contractor is enough."

Aomo pursed his lips; the moment he finished speaking, he heard from beside him: "Actually, no need to experiment—what you've seen, Shu initially poured for Ishamara was exactly the Thousand‑Day Drunk they mentioned."

"?"

Without changing expression, lowering his eyes, a particularly subtle leftward shift revealed the healthy thighs that could be displayed regardless of season, and the uniquely styled shorts facing each other.

"Anything?" Aomo asked via telepathy.

At the same time he glanced back at Nishizaki Yutaka, who sighed, "How could it not be? I won't harm you, I was even planning to treat you to this cup!"

"You'd better save your money," Aomo sighed, "decent liquor is already expensive, let alone those experimental liquors with impressive‑sounding otherworldly knockoffs."

Ultimately it's just like a brand‑name product; the brand name brings a high premium.

"Can't you come if there's nothing wrong?" Ling laughed, her voice clear and bright with a touch of playfulness, yet no one noticed in the increasingly noisy bar.

Even if she directly snatched the cup before Aomo, drained it head‑back, then smacked her lips and said, "You might as well drink mine."

She then lifted the gourd and poured into his cup.

That water sound trickled on, yet even Nishizaki Yutaka's gaze could not be lifted.

Forget it, I won't beat around the bush—I heard from Qian that you went out carousing with others, making her angry, so I came specially to have a look.

You really believe her kind of talk? But since you're here, I recommend you check out Chazuo; Suzi isn't bad either.

Oh? What other fun stuff have you heard?

What's that bit of money? Even if I'm poor, it's only because I've been messing with those horse-girl-related luxury training facilities... huh? Is your drink a bit more than before?

You'll know once you go.

No, it's just your illusion. Aomo, who had lifted his wine cup, drained it in one gulp.

Besides, don't keep staring at the wine; not everyone's here yet.