Luna quickly nodded, her gaze falling on the cauldron of boiling black medicine, and suggested, "Before testing it on someone, let's try it on a sick beast first."
They still weren't sure about the properties of the medicine—if they tried it on people right away, any mistake could cost a life.
In this beastman world, life might not be as precious as it is in the later generations, but she still couldn't treat human lives as if they were nothing.
Soon, two beastmen responded and went off.
Not long after, they came back carrying a half-dead wild boar.
This wild boar had been caught by Malachi Arcanus and the others some time ago and was being kept in the tribe's pigpen.
They'd meant to fatten it up and eat it, but who knew the plague would suddenly break out?
The wild boar was already showing obvious signs of the plague, listless, burning with fever, covered in red spots, and making weak, constant grunts.
Once chubby and strong, now it looked like it had shrunk by half.
