Black Thorn Villa.

Betan walked around his bedroom anxiously.

It has been three days since the arrest of the magician Brown. He had such a big deal, and his aunt did not come to visit him, but only sent someone a greeting message. The City Hall only sent people a routine condolences, and informed the results of the trial of the magician Brown. The unlucky guy was sentenced to hang by the judge and executed on the same day.

Apart from that, no other news came, and he seemed to have been forgotten.

But he didn't care about all this. In the past few months of illness, he had already become accustomed to this indifference. The only thing that made him anxious was that at four o'clock on the afternoon of the third day, Dr. Pasteur had not appeared yet.

God, his illness has not yet recovered, but the doctor has disappeared. What a crazy thing.

‘God, you gave me hope, but you destroyed it with your own hands. Why do you torture me like this? Is it true that lust is an unforgivable sin as the charlatans said?’

‘Did Doctor Pasteur was killed by the devil?’

‘God, tell me, what should I do? Are you waiting to die here?’

It was obviously not a solution to wait meaninglessly, but Betton really couldn't think of a better solution. He tried to calm himself down, sit down, and continue to study the calculus that Brown brought him.

But this method, which was very effective in the past, is useless today.

After forcing himself to look for a few minutes, Beden finally couldn't help but burst out. He patted the desk with all his strength and made a loud noise of "bang~bang~bang~bang~".

The hand hurts, but Betan doesn't care at all. He needs pain to divert his attention.

Just when he was about to go crazy, something black suddenly flew in outside the window, and slammed Beta's forehead, hitting Beta's eyes so loud that it was Venus.

He reached out and touched the hot liquid in one hand. He took it down and saw that his hands were covered with blood.

"Damn, who threw the stone!" Beden was furious and looked down, but found that there was a blood-stained wooden scroll box on the table.

"Huh, what?"

Betton was stunned, not caring about the wound on his forehead, picked up the scroll box, opened it, and opened it, and said: "Bring the money, turn left, walk 100 meters, and go to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the Weary Traveler Hotel. Remember to come alone! - Doctor Pasteur stayed."

"Ah? It's Dr. Pasteur!"

Betan was ecstatic and picked up a rag from the table, wiped the blood on his forehead, then pointed out ten thousand gold dragon coins from the cash box to pack it, then put on a thick bearskin cloak, put on a leather hat to cover his appearance, and hurried out.

Following the instructions on the scroll, he trotted into the Weary Traveler Hotel, went straight to the second floor, and reached the end of the corridor. Sure enough, there was a door. He suppressed his excitement and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before my hand touched the door panel, the door opened with a creaking sound, and a hoarse and low voice came from the room inside the door: "Come in and close the door by the way."

The familiar voice and familiar tone are Dr. Pasteur!

Betan didn't doubt it anymore. Although the light in the room was very dim, he walked in without hesitation. After closing the door, he asked, "Doctor Pasteur, why don't you come to my house directly?"

A bearded man wearing a leather robe and wearing all kinds of gadgets came out of the dark corner of the room. It was Rosen, who was disguised: "Because of what happened a few days ago, many people were curious about me, and I am a person who likes quietness. Well, there is not much time, have the money been brought?"

"Give it, come." Beden handed over the purse.

Luosen took the purse, weighed it a little, then threw it into the wooden box behind him, and pointed to the narrow wooden bed in the room: "Take off your clothes and lie on it."

"Oh~~Okay!" Beden obediently stripped his clothes and then lay down on the bed. The whole process took less than 5 seconds, and he was so skillful.

Rosen also skillfully extracted the potion, activated the alchemy power, controlled the syringe to fly to Betan's butt, pierced it hard, and then quickly pushed the potion into the buttocks muscles.

"Uh~~~" Bedan's mouth made a strange sound of pain and satisfaction.

Rosen's scalp was thrilled when he heard it. He felt that this guy, Betan, must have the potential to be masochistic. He could be so excited if he had an injection. It was such a weird thing.

After the injection, Rosen quickly checked the papules on Betton's body and found that the papules had basically calmed down and the ulcers had completely scabbed and healed. He drew some blood and used the alchemy magic to check the blood, and found that the pale spirochete was completely found in the blood.

In other words, Betan has actually recovered, and the injection I gave today was just for insurance.

After the examination, Rosen took back the syringe and said, "Not the influence of the devil, your illness will be cured quickly and it has basically been cured, but there is still a possibility of recurrence. Remember, if you want to live well, stay away from those nightingales!"

Baitang breathed a sigh of relief and was convinced: "Doctor Pasteur, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to touch those nightingales again... No, I swear, I will not even touch women for the rest of my life!"

Luo Sen was speechless when he heard this: "There is no need to be so extreme. Also, after a while, I will come and check your body. If there is no recurrence, then you will be completely cured."

Betton hurriedly asked, "When will you come here?"

"Time is uncertain, come when you have time. Oh, by the way, I heard that Count Derek is sick and has a high fever and is talking nonsense?" Rosen asked suddenly.

Betan nodded with a look of disdain: "That nouveau riche deserves it! It's the god who is punishing him!"

"You seem to look down on him?" Rosen raised his eyebrows.

A strong indignation appeared on Betan's face: "Yes, of course I look down on him! Over the years, I don't know how many cute and beautiful girls were destroyed in his hands! You don't know that I once saw a girl who was abused to death by him. Oh~ my god~ That girl was beautiful and flawless, and was simply a work of art carefully created by the gods. What kind of devil is she who would have the heart to destroy it? Let me tell you, Doctor Pasteur, that guy is a vicious murderer! A butcher with bloody hands! He deserves to die!"

Betan became more and more excited as he spoke. At the end, he raised his hand, clenched his fists and waved it, as if he was about to start a war against Count Derek.

"Well~ you said it right." Luo Sen admired this playboy a little. Although he was romantic and had a very high family background, everything was a deal that you and I would like to do when it comes to women. Although he was in a bad mood after getting a terminal illness, he was not hysterical. He could not be called a gentleman, but he was still a real villain.

"Doctor Pasteur, you shouldn't have saved him, really!" Beta said seriously.

"Who said I want to save him?"

"Then why are you asking about his illness?" Bedain looked puzzled.

"I'm just interested in his disease itself. Specifically, I want to observe the development of the disease close to get more cases."

Bedaun was stunned: "You mean, want to watch him die with your own eyes?"

"Earl Derek may not die of illness, but what you said is not wrong. I do not plan to treat him. Although this can make a lot of money, it will cause me to bear a huge infamy and it will not be worth the loss."

After saying that, Rosen asked, "Do you know any way to help me sneak into the Earl Derek's Mansion?"

When he asked this, Betton clapped his hands and smiled, "This is simple. Derek is currently recuperating in Nilogard City, and he lives in the Blue Moon Mansion in the west of the city. And I happened to have some friendship with the son of the mansion housekeeper. When I go back, I write him a letter to introduce you to him, and say..."

"Just say I am a refugee from the south and want to find an errand in the city. I am good at art and it's just right to be a gardener."

"Ah, is this okay? This winter, the gardener's work is very hard?"

"Just sacrificed for medicine."

"Oh well."

After making up, Betton put on his clothes and prepared to leave.

"etc."

"Is there anything else, Dr. Pasteur?"

Rosen took out a glass medicine and threw it over: "Sorry, it broke your forehead. This is the medicine that will be healed in two days. Also, don't tell anyone about me when I go to Lanyue Mansion, do you understand?"

"I understand, I will never let someone disturb your research." Betton held the medicine bottle and felt warm in his heart. He felt that Dr. Pasteur was very reliable and very credible. For some reason, his every move made him feel a sense of intimacy.

Rosen naturally didn't know what Beta was thinking. After he got it done, he immediately turned over and left the room through the secret door. In just a moment, he had heard several people walking towards the room.

"Sorry, the magicians of the academy will not have Dr. Pasteur again."

The secret door leads directly to a remote alley. The back door of the house is open in the alley. Luosen walked in. After a while, a young man in a gorgeous blue robe walked out of the main entrance of the house. After walking a few steps, a carriage drove over.

The boy waved his hand, stopped the carriage, picked up the boy into the carriage, then restarted, and drove away from the block lightly.

Less than half a minute after he walked, two young magicians, one tall and one short, appeared in the second floor room of the hotel, and the room was naturally empty.

The two magicians searched for a while but found nothing.

The tall magician gritted his teeth and said, "This guy is very cunning, he has no trace left."

They had just neglected it, and when they came to their senses, Master Beidang was no longer in the villa. When they found Master Beidang and rushed over, it was too late.

"There is a strange smell in the air, which I have never smelled before. Could it be the smell of healing potion?" The short magician sniffed the air.

"It's very likely." The tall magician waved his hand with regret: "It's a pity that I couldn't catch this guy named Pasteur!"

Although Brown's unlucky guy said that Pasteur was a liar, he carefully checked their bodies while Master Betan and Master White were sleeping, and he was sure that their illness was indeed cured.

"You said, will this guy really refine a medicine to cure rose rash?" the short magician said in a low voice.

"Impossible? Master Fleming has failed. Why should he do?" The tall magician was half-believing and half-doubting.

"What should we do now?"

"There is no other way, so I can only continue to monitor Master Betan. Maybe he will appear." The tall magician sighed helplessly. After pausing for a while, he suddenly said, "Hey~ Moses, have you heard that Lilith was sent to protect Count Derek. Do you think she is so beautiful, will she be given to that by Count Derek?"

The short magician showed a hint of anger: "Green, what you hate the most is that you like to talk nonsense! If Miss Lilith hears you cursing her like this behind your back, you will definitely suffer a lot!"

The tall magician spread his hands: "Don't be angry, Moses. I admit that her power is very powerful, but she is not an omnipotent God. Just because of her arrogant and rude behavior, she will be taught a lesson sooner or later."

"She is arrogant because she has the ability. Even if someone teaches her a lesson, it's not your turn!" The short magician became even more angry in his words.

"Okay okay, I won't say it anymore. I know you like her, so I won't say bad things about your sweetheart."
Chapter completed!