"Do you still want to read the rest?"
Duan Qing put down the page in his hand slightly and turned around with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "The words 'what to do' were written at the back, but they were written dozens of times..."
"It seems that the language skills of this magician are not as good as those of the imperial nobles." Xue Ling Huanbing also looked away from the pages full of messy handwriting: "There is only one way to express anxiety.
The repeater is just one method."
"There doesn't seem to be much valuable content in the following content." Duan Qing flipped through the notes casually, and the random writing that could no longer be recognized passed in front of the two people again and again: "It's all
This middle-aged man is constantly venting his anxiety..."
"Or maybe it's fear." He replied in a low voice. Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was holding his chin, had a flash of thought in his eyes: "Suddenly I discovered that I had made a serious mistake and was about to lose the Lord's trust because of it... Change
If it were anyone else, they would have been in panic all day long."
"indeed so."
His eyes were scanning back and forth on the scrawled page in his hand, and Duan Qing then raised his chin: "Judging from the behavior of the middle-aged magician when we finally met him, this guy's mood
There is simply no such anxiety as shown in his notebook. Either he is an actor of extremely high quality, or he has already overcome this biggest obstacle that belongs only to himself..."
"Of course I should ask you this kind of question." Xue Ling Huan Bing turned her face expressionlessly: "Don't you often call yourself a great alchemist?"
"Well, let me think about it." The corners of Duan Qing's mouth twitched as his fingers moved: "The formula was wrong, and one of the ingredients in the formula was wrong - such a situation
, generally causing the properties of the refined potion to change to a certain extent."
"It's hard to say what it will look like specifically." A strange smile appeared on his face: "It may make this bottle of mutated potion an unprecedented super magic potion, or it may become something like
The poison auxiliary with the same ingredients as we encountered at Koruk Outpost before..."
"If you want to tell whether the potion was the result of Sherman's mistake at this time, it is probably impossible to verify it now."
Part: "I don't believe that the middle-aged uncle would have such a high level of consciousness to write down his most critical evidence of crime and his cover-up techniques in his own hand."
"He is a magician from an imperial noble family. It is not impossible for this kind of thing to happen." Duan Qing patrolled other corners of the room: "And this is his private room. What did he leave behind?
It won’t surprise anyone.”
"Search here." He squatted down and tried to open the wooden door of the cabinet. The next moment he stopped in the eyes of Xue Ling Huanbing: "Even if you can't find any useful information,
…”
"It would be nice to find some useful loot."
As time passed, the sound of stirring gradually began to appear in this long and narrow room. Along with it, a man and a woman began to move back and forth. Cupboards were opened and tables and chairs were opened one after another.
The moved scenes began to appear in every corner of the room as the two people moved, and from time to time they were interspersed with the two people exclaiming to each other: "Oh, look what this is, Cheng."
Tons of ruby gems! Isn’t that Sherman a magician with both water and wind attributes? What’s the use of having so many fire-attributed magic stones?”
"You said it was useless. He naturally left it in this corner. He must have taken away the useful aquamarine and wind wheel stones a long time ago, okay... Well, what is this, a spare magic wand?
?”
"Speaking of which, when we fought that guy, he was holding a similar magic wand... It requires 0 points of intelligence, but the added attribute value is so little. No wonder it is a standard magic wand."
"There are also a few spare magic robes, which seem to be similar to the one on Sherman...increase some intelligence and spirit, add 10% casting recovery speed, 5% casting acceleration-ha, now
Are all magician’s equipment so ugly?”
Casually throwing aside the ordinary magic robes in her hands, the white-haired woman sat back angrily on an ordinary wooden chair next to her. While moving her shoulders that were a little sore from the long search, she turned around.
Looking at Duan Qing, who still looked very interested, he asked, "The magician who almost killed us back then was really as strong as he was when we fought against him?"
"Maybe it's because he is relatively strong." Duan Qing replied without looking back: "So strong that he doesn't even need the powerful equipment that ordinary players like us are flocking to for assistance..."
"If this is the case, then the BOSS and other guys we face will have no meaning in fighting." He sighed and said this, and the long-haired Xueling Huanbing stretched his legs.
Curled up on the surface of the wooden chair: "Since they don't drop their equipment, why should we bother fighting them?"
"It's not that you won't drop equipment, it's just that you won't drop good equipment." Duan Qing put half of his body into the window that had just been opened in front of him: "Even if you don't need it, it's still a lot of money to sell it for two."
Not bad.”
"...Haha." Xue Ling Huan Bing couldn't help but let out a few low laughs as she hugged her knees and looked at the gray-robed player who kept checking the items in the window. "Are you still doing it for money?"
Are you worried? You can’t even refuse something of this quality?”
"Of course, you don't have to think about raising a family." Duan Qing's voice came out muffled from the constant sound of glass collisions in the window: "Even though there are only two people in our guild, our daily expenses
But it’s huge.”
"It's not all the fault of you as an alchemist." Xue Ling Huan Bing rested her chin on her knees and looked at Duan Qing's silhouette with bright eyes: "If we continue to serve your alchemy in the future.
, the assets of our adventure group may also be 'cleared' frequently."
"Is all this also included in your calculations?" The search paused for a moment, and then Duan Qing's head poked out from the glass door behind the window: "When you were naming our guild
, have you already anticipated this situation?”
"I don't! I don't want to give you that much money."
"Who asked you to give me the name of general when you registered? Now I am the one who holds the power of life and death... What is that look in your eyes? Do you have any objections?"
"Of course! Did you agree to change my equipment?"
"Uh, well... Hahahaha, how about you pick one of the magic robes here and wear it? I think the color is also white..."
"I am a swordsman now, a swordsman! Is this a magic robe? And it clearly says that thirty points of intelligence are required. Even if I invest all the points in intelligence, my equipment
The conditions are not enough…”
"Oh, aren't today's top swordsmen all skilled in both magic and martial arts? There's nothing wrong with having higher intelligence. If you're lucky, you might be able to become a more powerful frost sword warrior than you were before... Hehehe
Hey, why are you so angry?"
"Who told you not to open and pick up a certain pot! All my things are gone by now!"
"That was the account you deleted yourself. I didn't force you to delete it... Stop, stop! Your clothes are about to be torn!"
In the sound of two quickly entangled fights, Xueling Huanbing, who suddenly disappeared on the wooden chair, then rolled into a ball with Duan Qing, who was just trying to escape, with the pink fist he had raised, and then
Another chaotic sound of a wooden frame near the back of the room falling to the ground ended with a scream of pain. The gradually enlarging screams and the gradually narrowing begging for mercy then appeared on the two sides.
Among the figures hugging each other, there were from time to time the movements of Duan Qing raising his hands to beg for mercy. Xueling Huanbing, who was riding on the man's body, finally panted and put away his threatening expression, and put the hair scattered on his shoulders.
The white hair was swept back like a banner of victory: "In the future, at least give me an equal set of equipment as compensation!"
"Okay, Your Majesty, no problem, Your Majesty."
"Don't call me king, call me queen - call me by my name!"
"Okay, dear Ms. Lingbing, and...can you let me go first?"
The corners of his mouth were twitching back and forth, and Duan Qing, who was lying on the ground in a large shape, then lowered his eyes to the side: "By the way, help me bring that magic clay tablet, how about it?"
Following his gaze, Xue Ling Huan Bing then focused on a gray-black clay tablet lying on the ground not far from the two people. The focus of her sight gradually gathered along the clay tablet.
He slowly moved forward and patrolled back and forth for half a circle along the wooden frame that the two people had just knocked to the ground: "Where did this thing... fall out from?"
"Probably that guy Sherman is hiding here." Half-turning his body, Duan Qing also slowly pulled out a smile: "And it's using magic... That's right.
, if it is a secret, the way the magician records it is obviously the safer way."
"It's a pity that all these magic restrictions disappeared with his death." Quickly standing up, Xueling Huanbing picked up the clay tablet that was still shining with gray-brown light in two steps: "I hope this
The records did not disappear with the disappearance of his magic..."
"In order to preserve it, normal recording methods will not disappear so quickly." Duan Qing then got up and rubbed his wrist: "The question now is whether this thing is what we are looking for... Well
.”
"This seems to be a new recipe."
His eyes gradually became solidified, and his voice became sluggish as he stretched out his arms forward: "The stamens of the agave flower, the sharp teeth of Grolo, the sap of the Hulan iron tree, and the fresh elements
The blood of..."
"What's wrong?" Xue Ling Huan Bing asked carefully while holding the bottom of the clay tablet together: "Are these the alchemy materials used in their experiments?"
"I don't know. I'm not an omniscient and omnipotent alchemist." Duan Qing's pupils gradually narrowed: "But these things all have one characteristic, that is, they all have varying degrees of toxicity."
"Although I don't know anything about alchemy, you don't often use poisonous things when you make potions - wait." After a slight hesitation, Xue Ling Huan Bing's words of comfort that she just wanted to say stopped in mid-air.
: "There seems to be something written underneath."
She pointed at the bottom of the series of records, which was the inlaid part at the bottom of the magic clay tablet. Several lines of magic writing engraved on it were gradually emerging under the reflection of the magic light, and were torn with slightly crazy fonts.
The blank space that should have been embedded in some kind of base: "I——"
"I have an idea."
"If what those people said is true, there must be the possibility that the contents here can make up for the shortcomings of the potion."
"Norman's theory may not be correct, and he is already dead! I will no longer be bound by the past of the Mage Council. I will use my own way to complete the great cause of the Lord."
"The Lord will definitely forgive me."
"Will."
Click.
Just like dried clay after being exposed to high temperatures, cracks suddenly appeared at the bottom of the magic clay tablet. The suddenly scattered debris, together with the interrupted chanting of Xue Ling Huan Bing, followed the two people.
The gap between his fingers slowly fell: "How, how could..."
"It seems that it did begin to collapse because it lost the protection of magical power." As the debris gradually disappeared into the air, Duan Qing's eyes became heavy together with his retracted fingers: "So that's it.
, it was Sherman who did everything."
"What did he do?"
"He was the one who turned that cocktail into a drug."
Pointing around the room, Duan Qing answered Xueling Huanbing's words word for word: "He messed up Violet's experiment, and then followed someone's instructions to modify the formula, because it was originally
It has toxic qualities, and the alienated potion covered up his original mistakes."
"Violet herself must not be aware of the changes and blame herself for the flaws in the modified plan." Speaking of this, his voice became deeper and deeper: "The 'by-product' of this experiment is closely related to
Then it was used by people with ulterior motives, and eventually evolved into one of the links to realize the prophecy and one of the means to blackmail the great magician."
"Is that so?" Xueling Huanbing opened her eyes wide: "But isn't he the person closest to Violet? And he is so, so..."
"You love the great magician so much, huh?"
Shaking his head and letting out a low laugh, Duan Qing turned around and reached out to touch the other person's head: "Not all hate will lead to a tragic end, and not all love will have a happy ending. Because of love, life is born."
Those who hate may be able to overcome obstacles like a chasm, while those who only hold on to love and never let go...maybe in the end they will be twisted into deformed monsters that no one can imagine."
"This loving Mr. Sherman... must be one of the poor people who worried about gains and losses due to a hot head, and finally walked into the abyss step by step." He said this to the stunned Xue Ling Huan Bing.
Smiled: "You before..."
"Isn't this how we got here?" (To be continued)
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