After asking Max some more questions, Beatrice once again put him back to sleep before falling into thought.
"It looks as though my theory was right," mumbled Beatrice as she tapped her fingers on the table next to her.
Although the insertion of memories seemed to have had some side effects, on the whole, Max looks alright and had not truly lost himself just yet.
"I need to do some more tests before continuing to experiment on him," mumbled Beatrice as she placed her hand on Max's forehead.
A few moments later, Beatrice retracted her hand and began preparing for the test she would put Max through.
...
As she took a bite of the roasted chicken on her plate, which had been seared to perfection, Beatrice couldn't help but raise her head and look at her father with a faint frown on her face.
"Did something happen?" asked Beatrice, causing Renald's eyes to slightly widen.
"It's no big deal, but the gold price has begun dropping, but I'm not sure if I want to begin exchanging our silver coins for gold coins just yet," said Renald, causing Beatrice to let out a chuckle.
"What's the price right now?" asked Beatrice as she took another bite of the chicken.
"Right now, the price of silver coins has risen from 76 to 80 copper coins compared to a month ago, while the price of gold coins has fallen from 153 silver coins to 139 silver coins," said Renald, causing Beatrice to fall into thought for a brief moment.
"You can buy some right now, and sell them again in a few months, this is just a temporary drop, the real drop should come in about two years after the kingdom manages to not only annex the gold mine but also restart production," said Beatrice, causing Renald to slightly nod.
Staring at the peaceful scene in front of her, Iris, who was holding little Frederick in her hands, couldn't help but smile.
'If only Beatrice could stay home for longer,' thought Iris as she stared at her daughter, but even so, she did not voice out her thoughts, fearing that she would ruin the mood.
After around thirty more minutes of talking, Beatrice rose from her seat.
"If anything happens you can come to the old estate to contact me, but if things go as planned, I should be able to come out in around two weeks," said Beatrice as she looked at her parents.
"You don't have to worry about us, you can go do your thing without any worry," said Iris, interrupting her husband who was just about to speak.
Looking at this scene, Beatrice let out a faint smile before walking out of the room.
...
Sometime later, inside the old estate.
As she looked at the two Knight Apprentice bandits, who were currently fighting each other in an open field, a weird light flashed in Beatrice's light.
Lesley and Erasmus, two Knight Apprentices who were roughly equal in combat power, these were the two people fighting, but contrary to expectations, the fight did not look as though it was between people with equal power.
Using his greatsword, Erasmus, who was a tiny bit weaker than Lesley, continuously overwhelmed Lesley, letting out attack after attack as his eyes had become bloodshot.
And although Lesley used his own greatsword to block the attacks, it was clear that he would not be able to hold on for much longer against the unrelenting assault.
"You can stop now," said Beatrice, causing Lesley to suddenly stop, sadly though Esmansus did not do so, causing Beatrice to appear next to him in the blink of an eye and let out a strike against the back of his head.
Only a fraction of a moment later, Esmansus fell to the ground, incapacitated.
The difference between Erasmus and Lesley, as well as the reason for his crushing advantage in their battle, was very simple, memories.
After first managing to insert memories into Max, Beatrice attempted to do so two more times, causing one of her experimental subjects to die, while the other, Erasmus, managed to survive.
Although Beatrice did not dare cram too many memories into Max, as he was a valuable experimental target, she was not as nice to Erasmus, who she inserted with the memories of three more bandits, each of which fought with greatswords as well.
...
"If not for the side effects, this could be quite useful in creating cannon fodder, or maybe even giving someone combat experience," mumbled as she looked at Erasmus, who was currently mumbling some incomprehensible gibberish.
"Currently, the side effects are far too large, separating useless and useful memories may be a way to mitigate this issue," mumbled Beatrice as she moved her finger at a rapid speed, writing her thoughts into the information cube.
Sadly for Erasmus, at this moment, Beatrice was still not proficient enough to separate memories into different categories.
The only thing Beatrice could do at the moment was separate memories from different people.
As such, Erasmus would have to continue to be Beatrice's guinea pig for the entire rest of his lifespan.
...
Looking at Erasmus, who was stretching out his hand towards her, Beatrice faintly frowned and stretched out her hand to the latter's forehead, causing a surprised look to appear on her face.
"41.7 degrees?!" mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly took action, and began using Dark Healing to try to stabilize his condition.
Sadly though, after being inserted with the memories of ten people, even Erasmus could not bear it any longer, as his fever began continuously rising as he began convulsing.
41.7, 42.3, 44.6. 46.8
In only a few moments, Erasmus' fever rapidly grew, as blood began flowing out of all of his orifices.
And only a few moments after being inserted with the memories of his tenth comrade, Erasmus died, overwhelmed by the sheer number of memories clouding his mind.
Perhaps if Beatrice took some extreme measures, Erasmus could survive, but sadly for him, Beatrice was not wiling to take such risks for an experimental subject.
Looking at Erasmus, who had already begun dying, Beatrice shook her head and began examining the state of his body.
Everything that Beatrice could get her hands on, from his exact fever to the speed at which his organs had begun failing, and in which order.
As such, after around half a minute, Erasmus finally died, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Touching the forehead of the dead man, a faint frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
"The entirety of his brain was fried," mumbled Beatrice as she looked at Erasmus whilst touching her chin with her other hand.
A few moments after that, Beatrice released the restraints which tied Erasmus to the table before picking up his body and walking away.
...
Sometime later that day, in the former Steel Rat camp.
"So, what do you think happened here?" asked Jackson as he looked at the remains of the bandit camp, which had been wiped clean from the face of the earth.
If not for the fact that Jackson was completely certain that the Steel Rats had camped out here, he couldn't have possibly noticed the remains of the camp.
"I couldn't have been a rogue Royal Knight, they wouldn't be able to clean this place up so thoroughly after slaughtering the bandits," mumbled Leroy as he touched the ground with his fingers, slightly frowning.
Hearing this, Jackson nodded.
"Darius, what do you think?" asked Jackson as he continued examining the camp, but to his horror, he got no response.
Without warning, Jackson got up from the ground and turned around.
Looking at the burly middle-aged man, who had fallen unconscious on the ground, next to a puddle of water, Jackson's eyes widened.
But before Jackson could even do anything, Leroy suddenly sprinted towards the unconscious Darius, concern visible on his face.
"He's just unconscious," mumbled Leroy as he took Darius' pulse, breathing a sigh of relief in the process.
Hearing this, Jackson also breathed a sigh of relief, but that also didn't stop him from also coming next to Darius and taking his pulse.
At the same time, Leroy suddenly rose from the ground, staring at a nearby rat.
Without any warning, at a speed far beyond a normal human, Leroy sprinted to the rat before catching it.
Under Jackson's surprised eyes, Leroy sprinted back towards Darius with the rat in hand before stretching out his hand towards the small puddle of water.
Although the rat was trying its best to escape from Leroy's hand, and was in no position to drink water, as Leroy pushed it into the puddle, some water still managed to seem into its mouth.
The moment Leroy took the rat out of the water, the latter began slowing down.
And only a few moments after the rat had been taken out of the puddle, it had fallen unconscious as well, similar to Darius.
Seeing this, a huge frown appeared on Jackson's face.
"You take Darius back to the camp, I will deal with this," said Jackson as he picked up Darius' huge axe, which had fallen to the ground.
Seeing this, Leroy nodded.
"I understand," mumbled Leroy as he picked up the huge Darius, who weighed at least one hundred kilograms, and placed him over his shoulder before beginning to walk away.
At the same time, Jackson took out a small vial before filling it up with water from the puddle.
As he did so, thoughts swirled within Jackson's mind.
"Who in the world could create a medicine strong enough to knock out Darius?" mumbled Jackson, feeling at a loss for words at the moment.
Although Darius, alongside his brother Garen, were considered stupid by many of their comrades, nobody could deny the strength of their bodies.
Even if someone could create a medicine that could knock out a Grand Knight, Jackson doubted that it would be of any use against Darius.
After a few moments, Jackson picked up Darius' axe, which he had placed on the ground once again, and began shoveling some dirt over the puddle, covering it up.
A few moments after that, Jackson made his way out from the site of the former bandit camp and began walking back to his own campsite, oblivious to the figure standing on a nearby tree branch.
...
Looking at the man who was walking out of the former bandit camp, Beatrice faintly frowned.
"It's a good thing that I took some other precautions, but this could be somewhat troublesome," mumbled Beatrice as she stared at the vial in her hands.
A moment later, Beatrice poured out the contents of the vial before filling it up with some dirty water.
After that, Beatrice jumped down from the branch and began following Jackson.
...
"It's just some normal dirty water, it has no other effects," said a middle-aged man as he looked at his three subordinates.
Hearing this, the faces of Leroy, Jackson, and Darius changed.
"That can't be right, I remember drinking water from that puddle before falling unconscious!!" shouted Darius with a shocked look on his face.
Hearing the words of their comrade, both Leroy and Jackson felt their lips slightly twitch.
"Darius, is there a reason why you drank that water?" asked the middle-aged man as he looked at Darius, dread filling his eyes.
At this moment, the middle-aged man was hoping that Darius' reason was not too brain-dead, so that he would not have to punish him too much.
Hearing this, both Leroy and Jackson stared at Darius, using their eyes to beg him to lie.
Sadly though, Darius did not lie.
"I was thirsty, so I drank the water," said Darius, causing veins to appear on the forehead of all three men.
"Darius, did you not have fresh water in your backpack?" asked the middle-aged man, causing Darius to nod.
"Yea, but this was much more convenient, after all, I never got sick from drinking dirty puddle water in the past," said Darius, causing Leroy and Jackson to close their eyes.
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