[Donald's Perspective]
When the three of us reached the basement, the werewolf was unconscious.
Benjamin stepped forward to check his breathing and nodded at us to show that he was still alive.
"Do you want to give him this drug now, Your Majesty?"
Benjamin carefully took a small bottle from inside his shirt. The liquid inside was orange-red.
Benjamin said apologetically, "My medicine isn't as pure as theirs. Perfect medicine should be pink, but to ensure effectiveness, I made some extra. It will definitely work."
Armstrong looked curiously at the small bottle in Benjamin's hand.
I groaned. "If we don't give him enough drugs, will he wake up?"
"As long as there's an effective constituent, it'll work. If there's not enough, it'll only wake him up for a short time. His life will be in danger soon."
"Then give him a little amount that will wake him up," I ordered.
Benjamin gave me a puzzled look but carried out the order.
