radiothebook Chapter 307 Dark Cuisine
Chapter 307 Dark Cuisine
Chapter 307 Dark Cuisine
Harriet couldn't help but frown slightly as she faced the knight kneeling before her.
The girl in his arms was haggard, but her expression was peaceful.
At least she didn't feel too bad, or perhaps the peace of mind suppressed her feelings of pain.
Harriet suddenly realized that six months had passed since that day.
She couldn't completely save the girl back then, and although her skill has improved slightly now, —"
Harriet still lacked confidence if the young woman's condition remained as bad as before.
Right now, she can't even grant his request.
The knight made a deal with Casey: Harriet would only help him if he was willing to give his life to Casey.
Cathy isn't at the library right now; she's in town doing the work Mr. Mosley gave her, so Harriet has to wait for him to return.
Harriet said, "Get up, Mr. Knight. I won't help you now. Cassie isn't in the library."
The knight abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Harriet:
"But she has fallen ill, Miss. Please save her immediately. I will not play tricks. I will keep my promise and swear by everything I have."
"But there's no rush," Harriet said.
"Her condition is getting worse!" the knight said, his voice trembling with emotion. "At first, she could still speak, but later she could only eat when I fed her liquid food."
"And now, she hasn't woken up for two days! Miss, we can't wait any longer, we must do it now, I beg you!"
Hearing this, Harriet sighed:
"Pick her up."
Upon hearing this, the knight immediately stood up, his strong arms like an iron frame, and carried the girl to Harriet.
Harriet placed her hand on the girl's chest and then channeled her power into her body.
After a long time, this power finally spread to the other party's entire body.
Harriet sensed something was wrong with the girl's body; it was even more exaggerated than last time, and Harriet was powerless to completely save her.
However, the deterioration was not so rapid that it would kill the girl in a single day.
Harriet then left a surge of energy within the girl's body to combat the deterioration before withdrawing her hand.
She then said to the knight, "Alright, I've slowed down her deterioration. Now, you can wait patiently."
Perhaps Harriet's attitude was clear enough, because the knight finally stopped insisting and nodded, carrying the girl into the library.
With Mr. Mosley's permission, Harriet had the knight place the girl on her bed.
Only then did Harriet realize that something seemed to be missing—
By the way, wasn't she talking to Loracie before this knight arrived?
What about Laura?
Harriet walked into the hall and found that Lola had returned to her original seat at some point, sitting there quietly in a daze, holding a cup.
They seem completely unconcerned about what is happening.
The knight stayed in the room to care for the girl, so Harriet went to Mr. Mosley:
"Sir, will Cathy be home very late today?"
“It’s a negotiation mission,” Mr. Mosley said. “He needs to run around and persuade the other party with words, so he won’t be back until at least dark.”
Harley Quinn's head.
The man asked, "What's wrong? Is your condition serious?"
"Yes," Harriet said, "it's more serious than last time, and I don't have the ability to cure it."
Will it provide relief?
"It should be possible, but—the effect might not be as good as last time, I'm afraid—"
"Her health is getting worse despite repeated treatments?"
"Yes," Harriet said, "at this rate, I'm afraid she won't live more than five years."
"What if you completely master 'Life'?"
"Sir, the chances of a complete cure are slim, unless there's something unusual in the back of this book," Harriet said frankly.
Mr. Mosley smiled and said, “I understand, but don’t feel too much pressure. You don’t owe them anything. On the contrary, you saved that girl once, so they owe you a favor.”
Harley nodded, and a strange sadness welled up inside her.
By the time she had composed herself, the knight had already left.
He took the initiative to greet them: "Mr. Mosley, Miss Harriet, please forgive this sudden interruption."
The gentleman said, "The library welcomes visitors at any time."
"Hmm—by the way, Miss, she fell ill a month earlier than you predicted. Do you know why?"
"I underestimated her condition," Harriet said.
The knight's face was grim, and his expression was one of great panic.
Mr. Mosley suddenly spoke up: "Speaking of which, Sir Buchanan, you must have been traveling all day, haven't you?"
"For two days in a row," the knight said, "ever since I discovered I couldn't wake her, I've been carrying her at breakneck speed, without daring to stop for a moment. I even killed one of my horses, which was a brand new one."
"Hmm, I can tell from your tired expression," Mr. Mosley said, still smiling. "In that case, you must not have eaten for a long time, right?"
"Ah—. Hmm, it's been two days. I forgot to eat, and I'm not in the mood for food—"
"You'll probably collapse even before Miss Peggy, Sir. Would you like to eat something first? Anyway, Harriet won't start trying to save Miss Peggy until Cathy comes back."
Hearing the gentleman's suggestion, the knight hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
The man then turned to Harriet: "Thank you, Harriet, for getting us something to eat. Ha, include Lola too, she hasn't eaten at the library in ages."
Harriet bowed and immediately set off for the kitchen outside the library.
After taking stock of the remaining ingredients, Harriet decided which dishes to cook.
This time, she also added some spices based on her husband's suggestion.
Soon, a snack enough for four people was prepared.
Harriet herself also planned to eat, considering that once Cathy returned, Harriet would immediately devote herself to Peggy's treatment, so she would better fill her stomach now.
The food was placed on the table, and Harriet sat on one side with the knight, while Mr. and Lola sat on the other side.
In Harriet's memory, Lola rarely showed any expression on her face.
But the moment the dishes were served, Lola's expression turned serious.
As soon as Mr. Mosley announced the start of the meal, Laura immediately put the food in her mouth.
He immediately turned to Harriet and asked, "What did you put in the food?"
Harriet was unaware of Lola's emotional state, but still chose to answer truthfully:
"spices."
"Spice?" Lola repeated, puzzled.
Mr. Mosley then asked, "What's wrong, Laura?"
Laura glanced around at everyone, then gestured for Mr. Mosley to lean closer.
Then Lola whispered something to the gentleman, who uttered "I see," and then whispered back to Lola.
During the meal, the knight also sampled the dishes and praised them:
"Miss, I never expected your cooking skills to be so superb. I have never eaten such delicious food before."
It's all thanks to the spices—but Harriet was only curious about what Lola had said to Mr. Mosley.
Lola sighed deeply, then looked back at the food on the table and suddenly said, "Spices aren't used like that."
"Talk?" Harriet hadn't expected Lola to say that. "Do you know something?"
Laura nodded and asked:
"Are there any spices left?"
"have"
"Where?"
"kitchen--"
Upon hearing this, Lola jumped off the stool and headed straight for the kitchen.
Harriet stared blankly at Lola's departing figure before realizing that Lola seemed to want to show off her skills.
And she seemed to know a lot about spices, so Harriet couldn't help but ask Mr. Mosley:
"Is Lola a good cook?"
"I don't know, I've never seen her do it."
As Mr. Mosley spoke, he quickened his pace of eating.
Harriet asked, "Sir, are you hungry?"
The man shook his head.
"Then why are you eating so fast?"
"I have a bad feeling, and I'm making excuses for myself now."
An excuse?
Harriet was puzzled by Mr. Mosley's answer, but she didn't understand what he meant until Lola brought out her "results".
It was a bowl of strange, black soup, filled with irregular, suspicious solids and constantly bubbling.
Laura pushed the bowl of soup toward Mr. Mosley, who looked regretful and said:
"Oh, Lola, what a shame, I'm already stuffed. Look, I've finished everything."
Lola seemed unhappy, but suddenly, she turned her head in horror towards Harriet.
Harriet swallowed unconsciously, and before she knew it, the unidentified object was already in front of her.
Mr. Mosley is far too cunning!
He clearly guessed this outcome, yet he didn't even warn me!
Perhaps he deliberately didn't remind her, otherwise Lola probably wouldn't have let it go so easily.
Harriet forced a smile, then mustered her courage and, with a heavy heart, set aside a little bit with her spoon.
She felt her heart pounding—
Ah! Never mind!
Harriet swallowed the entire bowl of soup in one gulp.
Huh?
Harriet was somewhat surprised; it actually tasted quite delicious!
She couldn't help but stare at the potted plant again; indeed, its appearance was daunting.
I was a little curious about how Lola managed to make a dish that was so unappetizing yet incredibly delicious.
In short, Harriet complimented Lola by saying "It's delicious," and then ate a little more.
After finishing her meal, Lola walked towards the stairwell, presumably intending to leave the library.
Mr. Mosley returned to the registration counter and quietly read his book as usual.
Only the knight seemed unusually anxious, constantly pacing back and forth between the library entrance and his bedroom.
Finally, night fell.
When Casey returned to the library and saw the knight, a look of surprise flashed across her face.
Kathy's expression turned serious, but she didn't get excited.
At that moment, Harriet suddenly realized that Cathy had matured a lot in the past six months.
Cathy then ignored the rider and went to Mr. Mosley to report on his day’s gains.
After it was over, Cathy walked over to Harriet and took her hand.
Finally, the knight could no longer wait. He came up behind Casey and called out:
"Duke Casey, I have a favor to ask of you."
Cathy then slowly turned around: "What is it?"
"Miss Peggy has fallen ill again. Please allow Miss Harriet to treat her."
"I remember we made a detailed agreement last time. I wonder if you still remember that agreement."
The knight's face turned ashen, and he immediately knelt down on one knee before Casey:
"My life is yours, Your Grace."
Kathy immediately turned her head to face Harriet.
His expression softened instantly: "Harriet, could you please go and rescue that girl?"
"Of course," Harley nodded.
A smile appeared on Cathy's face: "Thank you, Harriet."
For some reason, Harriet found Cassie incredibly alluring at that moment.
But Harriet must focus her attention on other things right now.
She nodded slightly, bowed to the knight, and then walked towards the bedroom.
Before pushing open the door, she took one last look at the hall.
The gentleman was still reading when he slowly stood up.
Meanwhile, Kathy found a book and began to read it, as if the knight had never appeared.
Upon entering the room, Miss Peggy was lying on the bed.
Harriet then noticed that Peggy was wearing a particularly beautiful dress.
A wedding dress? Could it be that Peggy fell ill at the wedding?
But the knight was wearing armor; were the two truly just master and guardian?
Who was Peggy originally supposed to marry?
It was only then that Harriet suddenly realized that perhaps the knight's relationship with this young lady wasn't that close.
Despite all this, how could the knight so easily give up his life for her?
Harriet felt a certain respect for the rider.
Perhaps, he is a true knight.
Harriet didn't hesitate any longer and immediately began treating Peggy.
Peggy's situation was so bad that Harriet spent a full half hour thinking about it before she could come to a clearer understanding.
However, although the treatment she chose was safe, it would probably only temporarily revive Peggy until she was exhausted.
She will need multiple treatments to have a chance of returning to the state she was in after the last treatment.
Harriet will need time to regain her strength, so this treatment could take several weeks.
She stopped hesitating and immediately began treatment.
Several hours passed in a flash, and Harriet was exhausted.
But the result was far better than Harriet had imagined.
Harriet couldn't understand what had caused this outcome.
She felt that her strength was, for some reason, several times greater than before.
It wasn't like this when he was fighting Lola.
Perhaps we need to discuss this matter with Mr. Mosley.
But for now, Harriet needs to try to wake Peggy.
After being shaken, Peggy opened her eyes.
Her eyes were first filled with confusion, then with a look of complete understanding.
Harriet asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
Peggy didn't answer, but asked:
"Is he dead?"
Harriet knew who "he" referred to: "Not for now."
"So you cured me?"
"No—" Harriet shook her head, "Your condition has worsened too much this time. You need to stay in the library for a while so I can give you a second treatment."
Peggy's eyes widened suddenly: "You mean, you haven't fully healed me yet?"
"Yes."
Peggy suddenly laughed: "That's great!"
What's so good about this?
Peggy looked directly into Harriet's eyes:
"Miss, please, could you do me a favor?"