298 Your illness is very serious

Farmyrth glanced at Harris, then looked at Alec lying in the distance, shook her head, and sighed: "Consider yourself lucky..."

She took out a ceramic bottle as small as two fingers from her space bag and, on the other hand, held a red scroll.

Farmyrth opened the scroll, and above were countless magical symbols that were extremely mysterious and difficult to understand.

She crushed the ceramic bottle, and a drop of golden liquid dripped onto the scroll.

As soon as that drop of liquid fell on the scroll, it quickly seeped inside the scroll, and then… the magic symbols suddenly emitted a dazzling aura and began to move.

Farmyrth then muttered some kind of magical incantation, it was like a language that only she could understand.

Following Farmyrth's spells, those magic symbols left the scroll, flying around her as if dancing.