When the protagonist of the otome game is unintentional strategy [system]

In the study room, the Duke, who just learned from others that he might have a daughter-in-law, was sitting opposite to the medical doctor who seemed very satisfied after the secret.

"By the way, you didn't patronize the gossip, but forgot the serious business I entrusted to you, did you?" Reginald looked at this unreliable old friend and asked quite suspiciously.

"Hey, how could I forget such an important thing!" Ditai snorted coldly and raised his third finger, "About the court ball, this is the third reason I want to tell you."

"...Are you going to tell me that Ventas has already invited that girl as a dance partner?" The Duke was shocked, "If this is the case, then I should plan to invite someone to divination the wedding date."

"Uh--although I think that's the case, Wende still insists that he will go to the dance alone," Detai scratched his head, wrinkled his baby face, and added, "However, Gloria Miss asked me to tell you that she has already decided who she will invite this year."

"She won't be planning to invite Her Royal Highness again?" Reginald said disapprovingly, "I told Le Kesi a long time ago that even if you don't want to find anyone as your dance partner, you can't do it over and over again." The three places take members of the royal family to make up the number..."

"Oh no no no, this time it should not be the second princess." Seeing that this man who firmly believes that "the older the daughter is, the harder it is to manage", Di Tai, who doesn't even have a child, hurriedly interrupted his complaint , speeding up his speech, denying his guess.

"Miss Gloria said that she will personally write the invitation letter to the invited dance partner in her own name this time; and the invitations to the palace in previous years were all in the name of the Celentdis family, so , I guess Miss Gloria will have someone else as her dance partner this time."

Reginald looked at Ditai winking at him, and suddenly realized: "Do you suspect...the person Le Kesi wants to invite is the girl we just mentioned?"

"Correct—speaking of which, when Gloria-sama mentioned this matter to me, she and that young lady looked at each other and smiled quite tacitly."

"But... since she is the one Le Kesi wants to invite, what's the matter with Wentas?" The silver-haired duke tapped the table with his fingertips, and said sharply, "Did you just say that you have to deal with this matter?" As one of the evidences that the latter is in love."

"Hey," Ditai pouted, shook his head, and said bitterly, "Reginald, you still have the nerve to say that Wende is a piece of wood... I see, it is worthy of a father and son bond, You are as stupid as your son!"

The duke whose EQ was belittled inexplicably: "...Isn't what I said normal logic?"

"Of course not!" Babyface, the master of love, raised his voice, and said in a confident tone, "Have you never heard of a word called 'curve to save the country'?——I said it just now, Wende is very thin-skinned, Even after trying the medicine, you have to say that he is an ordinary classmate, so at this moment, you definitely don’t dare to invite him to be your dance partner in person.”

Reginald was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Then what do you mean..."

"It seems that you also understand," Ditai analyzed, "so it doesn't matter who sent the invitation letter, anyway, at the ball, anyone who steps into the palace may become Wende's friend." Dancing partner——to sum up, I reasonably suspect that Lord Gloria's operation is precisely to let the lady successfully enter the palace first, and then Wende will come forward and formally invite her to be his dancing partner!"

Reginald: "..."

Ditai: "Oh..."

The two elders looked at each other, sighed at the same time, and said angrily, "I'm really hopeless!"

Wende, who was said to be worthless by the two, was suffering in the Potions classroom without hearing anything outside the window.

A few rabbits were crunching radishes at his feet, their red bean-like eyes were full of bewilderment, completely unaware that he was a poor little boy brought by the silver-haired boy as a test subject.

Ditai's examination results provided Wende with clues. The content of moonshine vine in the antipyretic potion and the standard fake potion was considered slight. Juice residues can still be detected from the blood after that long time.

The problem could only be the fake sickness potion.

And except for Starangel who took the time to enter the potion classroom at that time, no one had time to tamper with potions under Wende's nose.

...It was my own carelessness.

Kolusta should bear the main responsibility for what happened to him.

It's just that he didn't understand that Starangui's grades in Potions class have always been mediocre, even worse than Gloria's - such an ability can only stand out in the college's final exam, so what? Could it be possible to successfully crack the formula for the false sickness potion?

Although this is not a completely advanced potion, it is at least a new type of potion that no one has ever discovered.Based on the potion level shown by Starangui, Wende can say with certainty that she has absolutely no ability to change the medicinal properties of the entire potion——

Even the professors currently working at the School of Magic may not be sure that they can completely transform a pot of potion that has basically taken shape and has never been studied into a different look in such a short period of time.

The only problem that can be guessed right now is all the materials used that day.

Wende opened the storage cabinet, looked down at the material box marked with the words "Moonlight Vine", stretched out his hand and gently opened it, and saw the pitiful dark green vines in it without any surprise.

The moonlight vine will only grow when the moon is full, and if it wants to grow enough to be used as medicine, it will have to wait at least seven or eight full moons—including the disturbance of cloudy and rainy weather—so, even if It is not difficult to cultivate, but the yield is extremely low.

The academy would not allow half-baked students to waste this expensive potion material at will, but for Wende who wanted to experiment with something right now, these moonlight vines were enough.

He randomly took a section of vine and walked back to the operating table, and put all the prepared materials one by one at hand, including lionfish eyeballs, grass flower juice, rose thorns from Terra City, spotted phosphorus butterfly wings, and a small cap without shell. Snail slime... various containers were piled up on the operating table. The silver-haired potion genius raised his hand, and took the lead in pouring the slightly fragrant light green juice into the preheated miniature crucible.

There are too many combinations to experiment with...you can only test it a little bit in a stupid way.

Although it has been basically confirmed that the person who did the sabotage was the princess, according to the usual prudence of the Celentis, it is still necessary to check out all potential crises so that they can sleep peacefully.

Wende added different materials into the crucible again and again with a blank expression, and repeated a series of actions such as turning off the fire, pouring the medicine, cleaning, and reheating again and again. He calmed down and experimented slowly and carefully. With different combinations and doses, until the sun went down and even the rabbits fell into a sound sleep, they never stopped their actions.

This incident has alerted him: not only strangers and enemies, but also allies who have long-term cooperation because of their interests, cannot be entrusted with half a ounce of trust.

Starangui has also known Gloria for many years. He originally thought that this princess, who at least looks very gentle, would be a more or less good-looking character, but unexpectedly when he set out to frame his sister's people, he also So merciless.

...It seems that apart from those few relatives and friends, no one is trustworthy.

The silver-haired boy sighed softly, the innocence that had been disguised with a cold and hard face was finally gone. He was too well protected by his father and sister, and he always had overly optimistic illusions about the relationship between the nobles. Will easily let go of all defenses...

It can be said that if Kolusta wanted to harm him, Wen De might have been tricked countless times by taking the initiative to show his favor to the other party.

As an heir, he couldn't always live in the shadow of his family. His father and sister were blinded by their love for him, but he himself couldn't accept it calmly... Otherwise, even if it was a family that lasted for a hundred years, one day it would be over. Will perish at the hands of a foolish ruler.

The re-boiled grass flower juice slowly swallowed the fig peel powder floating on the surface of the juice. While thinking, Wende turned his wrist and poured the freshly squeezed moonshine vine slime into the cauldron. He held the small ladle in his hand. In his hands that were already sore and aching, he didn't extinguish the flame again until he stirred the potion evenly, and poured the potion that was still warm into the test tube that had been prepared earlier.

He exhaled, moved his shoulders and arms, looked at a row of neatly listed test tubes, and decided to take a break to test the effect of his medicine.

Wende lowered his body, picked up a gray jackrabbit, woke up the little guy from his deep sleep, and placed it firmly on the operating table.

The rabbit stared at the glowing red eyes, staring at Wen De's smooth movement of pouring the medicine into the needle tube, the long ears moved slightly, and drooped pitifully.

Wende slowly injected the mixture of Rucao flower juice, fig peel powder, and moonshine vine mucus into Gray Rabbit's body, and he pulled the seat beside him to relax the sore muscles , finally began the first break.

He lazily looked at the rabbit that was actively sniffing the table, and took out a thermometer from the drawer under the operating table, buried the temperature measuring end in the rabbit fur, and quietly waited for the mercury bar to rise.

After a while, the three-petal mouth of the rabbit that was chewing food cheerfully slowed down gradually, and the whole body lay down on the table listlessly. Wende frowned and observed the thermometer, and keenly found that the gray rabbit seemed to be Is in a state of low fever.

"..."

Wende looked at the neat row of semi-finished medicines on the test tube rack, then at the thermometer with an obviously abnormal value and the half needle tube beside him, and began to reflect deeply on himself——

Why do you have to do so much white work because you can't use your brain well?

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