Four hundred and seventieth chapters enhancement of the potion
The investigation went very smoothly. After bidding farewell to Miss Mary, Shade and the black-haired maid returned to the Three Cats Hotel in Anthem Square for lunch. They had not eaten just now, and the Three Cats Hotel was the only place in this area.
One of the better restaurants in the area.
While waiting for the food to be served, Miss Servitt looked at the music scores, while Shade looked at the potions against the light.
"Mr. Hamilton, do you think Miss Mary just now really feels no regret or sadness at all about Mr. Bundy's death?"
She suddenly asked, and Shade looked away from the bottle in his hand:
"Are you still thinking about this?"
He asked doubtfully, but still gave his opinion:
"The relationship between Mr. Bundy and her should be closer than we think, otherwise he would not have left so many personal items. Especially this medicine bottle. The North Mountain Opera Company only received an empty bottle from the inheritance, and the landlord also
Not finding anything similar means that Mr. Bundy doesn't have much potion in his hands. But in this case, he can still leave half a bottle of potion with Miss Mary. What does this mean?"
The brunette thought for a moment:
"So much trust that you can entrust your hope of continued light to the other person's hands."
"Yes."
Shade nodded.
"But when you mentioned the musician's death just now, she showed no emotion."
Miss Servit asked again, and Shade shook his head:
"She is protecting herself. If we were Mr. Bundy's enemies, do you think we would be angry with her? Moreover, this kind of woman with rich social experience and a technical career at the bottom must have experienced various things. Not her.
I’m hard-hearted, but I’ve seen too many of them.”
"In other words, is it possible that after we leave, she will hold the musician's coat and cry?"
She held her face with her hands and asked Shade, her long black hair brushing her ears.
Shade shook his head again:
"In my opinion, she is more likely to be calculating how much money those relics can bring her. How can the lower-class citizens care about romance and love? Everything we just said is our own inference. It is also possible that she really is
I responded to Mr. Bundy's sincerity with false emotions. I'm not discriminating against this profession, but people in this profession are very good at acting."
The maid thought for a moment and nodded:
"That's true."
"And this is just someone else's story, and we are just witnessing it. What's the difference between true and false? What I care more about than Miss Mary and Mr. Bundy is what this bottle of potion does."
Shade held the medicine bottle and frowned.
Generally speaking, it is rare for a magician to use a potion without knowing its effect, especially if the potion needs to be dripped into the eyes.
But Mr. Bundy has proved by himself that this bright yellow oil-like medicine only causes the user to see strange things and cause madness, and will not cause direct harm. What Shade is not afraid of the most is mental illness.
Damage, he has seen more terrible things than most ring warlocks.
Since Mr. Bundy died of suicide rather than a direct head explosion, it means that what he saw was not very scary. So before visiting the ophthalmologist Jacob Alfred in the afternoon, Shade decided
Try using very small amounts of the medicine yourself first.
Miss Servit was of course very opposed to it, but Shade was very confident, because after the fingers touched it again, "she" in her ears still believed that the medicine itself was not harmful in any way.
After having lunch at the Three Cats Hotel, Shade asked for a small room on the third floor of the hotel. The room was not big, and the wardrobe, bed, desk, and three pieces of furniture made it almost impossible to stay in the room.
Shade took off his coat and lay on the washed white sheets, and then asked Miss Servit to drop the medicine into his right eye.
"Are you really sure it's okay?"
She was still very worried.
"Of course, I trust myself."
Shade smiled as he lay there and said:
"Besides, it took Mr. Bundy two months to be forced to commit suicide. I am a ring magician, how can I be more fragile than him. Come on, after the experiment, we will go find that Dr. Alfred."
Shade patted his face, then closed his left eye and opened his right eye.
Miss Servitt sat down on the bed with some embarrassment, took off the cork of the bottle, pointed with her finger, and a full drop of liquid flew out.
"So Mr. Hamilton, are you ready?"
"certainly."
The droplet was suspended above Shade's eyes, but the black-haired girl did not let it fall:
"How about I do it?"
"Miss Servit, Miss Carina said that you have to listen to me today."
"The lady didn't say that, she just asked me to be your assistant."
She defended softly, and then let the droplets enter Shade's eyes.
The liquid entered the eyes, but Shade resisted blinking. Most of the liquid soaked into the eyeballs, and a small amount slid from the corners of the eyes along the side of the face. The feeling was actually no different from eye drops.
After getting used to the feeling of a small amount of liquid entering his eyes, he lay on the bed with his shoes on, clasping his hands on his chest and looking at the yellowed ceiling.
After a few seconds, I felt a cold feeling in my right eye, and then the slight spirit in the liquid took effect.
A halo of blood appeared in front of Sha De's eyes, and then the halo became stronger and stronger until Sha De could clearly see all the blood in his field of vision.
"What?"
He sat up immediately.
"how?"
Miss Servit hurriedly supported Shade:
"what happened?"
"My spell [Echo of Blood] has run automatically."
Shade sat up and blinked his eyes desperately, but the [Echo of Blood] that was running automatically had no intention of stopping. Moreover, the effect of the spell this time was better than ever before.
Not only can he clearly see all the blood-colored halos in this room, he can even clearly distinguish the haloes of different periods through color and level, so that he can almost deduce the cause of the formation of every blood stain. Even
Even in the "divine afterglow" state, Shade was unable to make the spell exert such an effect.
Not only the spells, but everything in front of him became clearer than before. Shade's physical fitness was strong and his eyesight was extremely excellent. But at this time, the things he saw through his right eye became clearer. This is
A feeling I've never had before.
Even looking out through the room window, the hazy and hazy cityscape in the distance can be clearly captured.
Close your right eye again and observe with your normal left eye, everything returns to its original state.
"This potion can enhance the spells and thaumaturgy related to the eyes in a short period of time, and greatly enhance vision!"
Shade came to a conclusion, and then looked at the bottle held by the maid. His enhanced vision even allowed him to clearly see the tiny pores on the other person's wrists and palms, and he came to the conclusion: