Since Mo Han had said as much, though questions still lingered in everyone’s minds, they couldn't press the issue. Just then, Cody, the Vice President of the Mercenary Guild, spoke up, smiling towards Mo Han: "Congratulations, young brother, for completing an SS-rank mission and an S-rank mission in one go. I believe this is an honor never before seen since the founding of the Mercenary Guild. Therefore, our Guild Master has also decided to personally come over in the next few days to present you with a Special Honor Medal in congratulation. As for the mission rewards and experience points, you may send someone to my office to process the paperwork at any time."

Mo Han looked somewhat confused upon hearing this. "Two SS-rank missions?" Cody quickly clarified, "One was the SS-rank mission to rescue the Second Prince of the Cardick Duchy, and the other was the S-rank mission to search for survivors. This latter one was issued according to Elder Guang Lei's request after that meeting. Haven't you completed both, young brother? That's why I said two S-rank or higher missions."

Mo Han recalled hearing them discuss it that day, but at the time, he was preoccupied with how to enter the barrier and cure the plague.

He hadn't been listening carefully. Hearing this now, Mo Han quickly thanked Cody with a smile. The thought of his team’s levels about to skyrocket made Mo Han genuinely excited, and even Daili and the others couldn't help but look thrilled.

One SS-rank mission, one S-rank mission—this time, he should reach A-rank, Mo Han mused contentedly.

Then there were the rewards for these two missions, both ten million gold coins. Ten million gold plus ten million gold—oh heavens, what an astonishing sum! A smile inevitably spread across Mo Han's face.

Seeing that the matters requiring resolution were settled, everyone began taking their leave.

They dispersed to prepare for their own affairs, while Guang Lei spoke with a beaming smile, "Congratulations, young brother. It will be hard for you not to become famous now, hehe. Old man is truly impressed with you. Before long, you will be the very model for the young people across the continent. When that day comes, you must treat this old man to a good drink, hehe."

Hearing Guang Lei's words,

The elders behind him, including Guang Dian, all smiled and offered their congratulations to Mo Han. Mo Han also quickly replied with deference, "Without the cultivation and trust of the esteemed Elders, none of my achievements would be possible. Therefore, this junior will certainly thank the Elders profusely for their kindness."

Guang Lei burst into laughter at Mo Han's response. "You boy, still playing formalities with me? We old guys know perfectly well who deserves the credit.

Besides, these things are of no use to us, so what are they for? Just keep working hard. This incident is mostly resolved. After tomorrow, we will see the results of the plague treatment, and then a few of us will be departing. If you truly wish to repay us, then come find us in the Holy Capital and treat a few old fellows to a good drink. That old ghost Guang Huo talks about you constantly; don't disappoint him. Haha."

After saying this, Guang Lei led Guang Dian and the others in bidding farewell to Mo Han and his group, and they departed. The hall was suddenly left with only Mo Han, Shui Ling'er, and Daili and the others.

Seeing everyone gone, Shui Ling'er couldn't help but ask Mo Han, "Brother Mo Han, were you truly unsure if you could cure these infected people? Can you tell me your method? How did it involve Natasha?" Hearing Shui Ling'er's question, Daili and the others also looked at Mo Han, clearly curious about the connection between this curing effort and Natasha. Seeing this, Mo Han had no choice but to explain his plan: hoping to utilize the immunity within Natasha's blood to see if it could cure the infected population. This knowledge was derived from movies Mo Han had watched on Earth; he noticed that in many horror films, the protagonist saved the infected masses using precisely this method.

However, on Earth, this method was purely from cinematic experience, never tested or verified, which is why Mo Han had no certainties, only the resolve to do his utmost.

But when explaining it to Daili and the others, Mo Han framed this knowledge as something he had accidentally discovered in an ancient text, adding that since it was untested, he couldn't be sure.

Upon hearing Mo Han's explanation, everyone wore expressions of bewilderment, as they found it truly difficult to grasp the meaning of 'immunity' and 'antibody' that Mo Han spoke of. Yet, they generally understood that it involved injecting Natasha’s blood into the infected, hoping her blood would help the afflicted recover.

Though Daili and the others couldn't grasp the underlying rationale, they all harbored doubts. Could one person's blood truly cure a plague that even the priests couldn't touch? It was hard to believe. Nevertheless, since Mo Han had said it, despite finding it incredible, every one of them believed him without exception, as their faith in Mo Han’s words was absolute.

The next day at noon, Lyle finally delivered the syringes Mo Han needed—three sets in total. Upon seeing the syringes, Mo Han couldn't help but deeply admire the Dwarven craftsmanship. These three sets were almost identical to the syringes he remembered from his previous life, except those were glass, whereas these were made of some unknown, entirely white material that felt cool and smooth to the touch. Mo Han looked at Lyle with a slight frown of inquiry.

Seeing Mo Han's look, Lyle quickly explained, "This is the material specially sought out by the Dwarven Master, 'Krimmerdrulkmorphilini...' according to your specifications. These materials were accidentally discovered by Master 'Krimmerdrulkmorphilini...' in a valley and had never found a suitable use until now. The Master recently realized this material's properties were perfect for crafting the items you required, so he brought it out for use."

When Lyle began reciting the Dwarven Master's name, Mo Han felt his head spin and interjected, "That Krimmerphini or whatever? Why is the name so long? Isn't that deliberately torturous?" Everyone laughed at Mo Han's remark. Daili quickly and patiently explained, "Actually, among the Dwarves, the name itself represents status. The longer the name, the more esteemed the person is within the Dwarven clans. And Master Krimmerdrulkmorphilini... is the most outstanding blacksmith among the Dwarves. Every weapon forged by him has invariably been a masterpiece. Consequently, many nobles and mercenaries of every profession across the Dragon Ascent Continent seek to purchase weapons from him, but this..." "Wait, wait," Mo Han cut her off, his face creased in distress. "Can you use a shorter version? If you keep saying his full name, I think the sun will set before you finish. I give up; how do you people even memorize names this long? I couldn't memorize it if my life depended on it."

Daili couldn't help but smile wryly. "Then I'll call him Krimmerde."

Daili continued where she left off, explaining, "Master Krimmerde has a very eccentric temper. For those whose temperaments clash with his, he won't forge anything for them, no matter how much money they offer. But for those he takes a liking to, he will do his utmost to fulfill their requests, even if they have no money. Thus, he has forged fewer than fifty weapons in his entire life, yet every single one is an unparalleled masterpiece. His fame echoes throughout the entire Dragon Ascent Continent."

Mo Han inwardly cursed. This Krimmerde was clearly an idiot. If he possessed the Master's skill, why care if he found him pleasing or not? As long as someone could pay, he should forge anything—after all, any weapon made by a famous figure would surely be highly sought after. This must be the so-called celebrity effect. He truly had no business acumen whatsoever.

Thinking this, Mo Han spoke aloud, "Then this Dwarven Master must not be wealthy, right?"

Lyle looked surprised. "How did you know, young brother? You truly are remarkable."

Mo Han secretly scoffed. Isn't that obvious? This Dwarven Master must be finding fault with everything, forging so few weapons in his life, and probably a wastrel with no sense of economics. Any weapon he forged surely wouldn't yield much profit; it’d be strange if he was rich.

But Mo Han maintained a polite tone, "Hehe, I just guessed, and it turned out to be correct."

Daili and the others nearby understood Mo Han's true thoughts perfectly. Daili laughed and chided him, "Do you think everyone is like you? Really, always thinking such nonsense."

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