Ferguson couldn’t hold back any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood in a fit of anger.
“Mr. Doyle!” several attendants exclaimed and quickly supported him.
“Anger is bad for your health. Just kneel down and apologize. Then, I’ll forgive you. We can all calm down then, so why not?” Sebastian said.
Ferguson almost spat out blood again upon hearing this. However, he remembered Travis’ instructions and had no choice but to endure.
Ferguson bent his knees and knelt in front of Sebastian. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me,” Ferguson said loudly. His eyes were filled with venomous resentment. He silently vowed to repay today’s humiliation tenfold.
Sebastian didn’t care about Ferguson’s thoughts. “Since you’re so obedient, I’ll forgive you. Stand up and lead the way.”
Ferguson had to swallow his anger and lead Sebastian to the Lloyd residence.
The Lloyd family was known as the most prominent family in Dragotha. They owned a vast estate in the capital. Its value was immeasurable.Nôve
Within the estate were flowing streams, small bridges, rock gardens, and various styles of buildings arranged harmoniously. It was a beautiful and cohesive space.
Sebastian once again met Travis, who was sitting on a lounge chair. He looked much thinner and haggard.
Travis scanned Sebastian up and down and glanced at his sign, saying, “Leisurely Divine Healer. This is the first time I’ve heard that name.”
Sebastian stood tall and proud. “I’m a reclusive healer. Few in the outside world know my name.”
“How does your medical skill compare to that of Ezekiel?” Travis asked.
Sebastian pointed to his sign. “Can’t you see what’s written here? ‘Surpasses Ezekiel and Jonas Salk; revives the dead and heals the wounds.’ I’m not blindly boasting. There’s no illness I can’t cure; only prices people can’t afford.”
“You boast greatly,” Travis sneered, thinking Sebastian might be a fraud.
Sebastian sneered back, “If you don’t trust me, why invite me here?”
“Good point.” Travis nodded. “Very well. Let me ask you a question. My limbs were once broken. Though they were healed, I can’t exert much strength. Do you have a way to restore me to my original state?”
“That’s no problem. Just a few batches of Purple Miracle Pills will suffice,” Sebastian said casually.
“Purple Miracle Pills? What kind of pills are those? I’ve never heard of them,” Travis asked, puzzled.
“I created them myself. Only I can make them,” Sebastian replied.
“Fine. Then make them. If you can cure me, I’ll reward you handsomely.” Travis’ eyes were gleaming with hope.
“A skilled cook needs ingredients to make a meal, and making pills requires materials,” Sebastian
“Just tell me what materials you need. I believe there’s nothing the Lloyd family can’t procure,” Travis said confidently.
Sebastian immediately had someone bring paper and pen. He then wrote a long list of medicinal herbs, totaling over 20 types.
While most were rare, they were obtainable. The key ingredients were the four main herbs century-old dragon root, century-old white herb, century-old fungus, and century-old frostbloom.
Travis was confident at first. But when he saw these four main ingredients, he nearly cursed out loud.
“How dare you!” Travis exclaimed. “These four herbs are rare treasures. It’s nearly impossible to obtain even one, let alone all four. You’re just a fraud trying to make things difficult to cover your incompetence,” he accused.
“Watch your mouth, Mr. Lloyd!” Sebastian shouted angrily. “You can question my character but never my medical skills.”
Travis frowned. He was uncertain of what to believe now.
Ferguson saw Travis’ hesitation and said, “Mr. Lloyd, perhaps we should first test his medical skills.”
Travis nodded and called for an attendant suffering from a terminal illness. The attendant had end-stage liver cancer, so no medicines were of use. He was merely relying on painkillers to survive, awaiting his death.
