Volume One, The Wizard's World Chapter Twenty, Alfred
Tuppence's obsession with gold coins reassured Ian, and after making the commission, he left the parish and stayed in a hotel in the slums west of the city.
This place is far away from the church, which means far away from wizards. It is a place where he can drink the witchcraft mixture with peace of mind.
The three-in-one compound mixture is produced by the gods. It should be powerful and should have corresponding usage methods.
But after all, it belongs to the category of alchemical potions, and it is naturally suitable for drinking directly. According to Ian's understanding, the alchemical potions made by wizards have always been uncorked and drank directly. There are very few that cannot be taken orally.
There are no preparations like burning incense and bathing.
Therefore, after making sure that the door would not be opened suddenly, he raised his head and drank this bottle of witchcraft mixture worth 150 trade points and at least two lives.
"It's quite pure. It's worthy of being made by the gods!"
Ian licked his lips and found that there was no strange taste in his mouth, and immediately praised it.
This is much cleaner than the wizards' handwriting!
As far as he understood, the world's experimental equipment was still in the age of ceramics and iron, so the alchemy potion looked very turbid on the surface, and the residue left behind made people unappetizing. As for the taste, it was impossible to describe it.
rustle
Before his imagination was over, his vision had rapidly changed. His skin, "eyes", and "lungs" seemed to have been replaced by another existence.
The simple furnishings in the dark room quickly disappeared, and in his "vision", a gray mist instantly enveloped him, covering his hair, clothes, and skin everywhere.
A damp "touch" came, and the respiratory tract was filled with coolness, as if what was being breathed in was no longer air, but something strange.
Not only his mouth, but also the exposed skin all over his body was producing the same effect, so in the end he simply took off his clothes and sat on the bed in order to pursue maximum efficiency.
The negative energy in the room is like a tide. It rises and falls with Ian's breath, and is constantly being swallowed and attracted in the process. The energy in his body grows slowly, which is visible to the naked eye!
This process lasted for a whole day, and it was already night when he woke up again.
"At this rate, we should be able to absorb it completely in a week. Oh, damn hungry!"
Ian woke up from hunger and had to interrupt the digestion process. However, this did not affect the digestion and fusion of the mixture, it was just a matter of the length of time.
But Ian's time is more precious.
After finishing dinner casually, Ian returned to the room and continued to repeat the previous behavior until the fifth day, which was the day he and Tommy had agreed to meet.
Regarding Fox's request, Ian did not dare to be careless and went out to meet the two of them at noon.
When they entered the door, the two of them were having lunch - there were a few pieces of bread and a plate of salad on the brown coffee table, and the strong aroma of coffee filled the entire office.
"Good afternoon, Tommy, Miss Tuppence!"
"Good afternoon, uh...Wood, would you like a piece of bread?" Tuppence wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and took a sip of coffee.
Even though I say this, it is mostly polite.
On the contrary, Tommy was more hospitable. From the time Ian walked in to the time he sat down, he had already brewed a cup of fragrant coffee and handed it to him.
Tuppence saw this and gave him a silent look, quite complaining.
How stingy!
"Ahem, Mr. Marcus, this is the result!"
Tommy then handed over another document bag, a thin volume.
You don't need to look at it to know that it contains Alfo's investigation results.
"Okay, then I won't disturb you two if you want to have lunch!"
Ian glanced at Tuppence, picked up the bag and left. The reward had been paid before, and since it was the second collaboration, plus Roger's admiration for the two of them, he simply paid it all at once to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Tuppence couldn't help thinking about it.
"Don't you want to take a look? Sir!" Tommy asked. He didn't understand why this mysterious gentleman trusted his own investigation results so much.
"Haha, your abilities have been proven before. I believe you two. Goodbye!"
After saying that, Ian left the office without looking back.
Tommy scratched his head and muttered: "Weird guy!"
After hearing this, Tuppence became more and more angry as she thought about it. She kept staring at him, and finally cursed loudly: "Although we have only opened three cases a short time ago, please, why don't you have confidence in yourself with others? You
This fool!"
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After returning to the dirty hotel, Ian opened the file bag and tipped it over, and the white paper inside slid down.
The portrait on the top paper is also named Alfo, which is exactly the same as what Abel Fox said. Although he has grown into a tall and handsome young man, you can still see a bit of his former self between his features.
appearance.
There are two lines written on the back, both of which are locations - one is the address of his university, and the other is the other person's home address.
At this time, Alfo should stay at home.
"I can't tell, but Tommy is also good at sketching, tsk tsk!" Ian exclaimed in admiration. He casually glanced at the other materials and packed the file bag, and then continued to digest the witchcraft mixture.
It's almost two days away.
Ian has never used the alchemical potions made by wizards, so he doesn't know how effective this bottle of witchcraft mixture is compared to it. But no matter what, he will praise it just for its "three-in-one" effect.
Moreover, these three buffs are permanent and their effects are surprisingly good.
The real eye drops enhance his spiritual sense, allowing him to perceive energy fluctuations far better than other people. His sensitive skin reduces barriers, and the resuscitation lungs increase his power.
The three special effects from the inside to the outside make him progress all the time, and the total amount and limit of energy in his body increase at a rate far exceeding that of his peers. This is the effect of the witchcraft mixture.
No wonder countless wizards are willing to take risks and sacrifice everything for them.
If Ian has the conditions to continue drinking, his growth rate will be absolutely amazing, and no one will be his opponent during the same period.
"If you have the chance, kill a few more spokespersons!"
This kind of thought appeared naturally, and once it appeared, it could not be eliminated, and it was deeply rooted in his heart.
This is not the temptation of the obelisk. What Ian is listening to at this moment is the call of primitive instinct, which makes him have a naked desire for these spokesmen of the gods who possess treasures. He seems to see countless alchemical potions in front of him, waiting for him to reach out and pick them up.
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"Dangerous idea!"
Indulging in fantasy for most of half an hour and unable to calm down, he chose to stick his head out the window to calm down.
The spokesperson is not a lamb. These poisonous snakes hide in the shadows and live in the sun at the same time. Not to mention that he cannot tell who is the spokesperson of the gods. Even if he has the ability to distinguish, the power of the awakened person is also limited.
very.
Taking the initiative to provoke the other party is no different than seeking death.
Say it again.
“There is no recognition and search function, what a rubbish system!”
Complaining in a low voice, he retracted his neck and continued to digest the mixture.
At dusk four days later, when he expected that the Felix family had arrived, he immediately checked out and left, heading to the south of the city.
Alfred Trevor's home is over there, not far from Luying Church, and the straight-line distance from Willie's home is only about a mile.
According to the information collected by Tommy and the others, Alfo's family background is ordinary. His father, Carl Trevor, is a lawyer and owns a law firm with outstanding business capabilities. His mother, Eleanor Wynn, is a full-time housewife. After marrying Al,
Buddha's father was a somewhat famous female poet before, and I heard that she was already engaged.
The information that Tommy and Tuppence investigated was very detailed. It said that Alfo was a student at Appleton University and received a good education since he was a child. Perhaps he was too repressed as a child. When he grew up, he began to pursue freedom and madness.
Wild, with a very strong desire to live a completely different life than now.
To put it bluntly, he is a typical troubled youth in rebellious adolescence.
He thinks he is unique, but in fact he is extremely stupid. The lack of severe punishment from society will make him unable to recognize himself.
"Wild and free, haha, congratulations, young man, your magical journey is about to begin!"
Ian grinned silently, his white teeth showing a dangerous aura.
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The strong Ian walked quickly, and the white wooden house of the Alfo family soon appeared in front of him. The snow in the small garden at the door was cleanly swept away, and the chimney on the roof was filled with thick smoke.
There was dull piano sound coming from the house, intermittent with the voice of the hostess scolding the servants.
The elegant and romantic poetess is gone forever!
Ian thought with regret after listening to Mrs. Carr's harsh remarks, and at the same time expressed his condolences for the sacrifices made by the women.
He stood outside and happened to see Alfo's stiff face. The keys made a hard sound under the tapping of his fingers, and the original joy and joy of the piece could not be heard at all.
He is still a sad and troubled young man.
However, if you find a person, how should you take him back?
According to his idea, just knock him out and take him away. It would be best to turn him into a kidnapping case.
After all, he also came from the apprenticeship stage and has a deep understanding of the dangers involved. Not all apprentices can become wizards. Good qualifications do not necessarily mean successful awakening. Not only must they survive disgusting and dangerous awakening experiments, but they must also have considerable luck.
Only when he was casually killed by his mentors did he have the right to survive.
As for going home?
Before reaching the gifted ones, the awakened ones have no freedom at all. They are no better than a puppet on a string. During this period, it is impossible for the family to reunite.
Therefore, it is best to let the Trevor family stop thinking about it. If there is a kidnapping or mysterious disappearance, Ian is thinking about how to avoid trouble. How to bring such a big living person back to the monastery is also a big problem.
The dusk in winter is extremely short, there is very little moon, and there are very few stars. In the era without street lights, it can be said that you can't see even the five fingers of your hand.
This was the time for some extra-legal activity, especially the one Ian was about to commit.
As early as shortly after the university vacation, Alfo's dissolute behavior also followed his poor transcript and appeared on Carl's expensive desk - he was a celebrity in Appleton and a generous gentleman, so the president of the university
He was extremely concerned about the educational issues of his only son and provided feedback to Karl at any time.
In view of this, Alfo was given a grounding order as soon as he returned home and was unable to step out of the house.
At this moment, he was lying in bed in a daze out of boredom, completely unaware of the intruder climbing up the wall outside the window.
"Hey, it's really hard to go upstairs now!"
Ian cut the bolt with a dagger, then pushed open the window and jumped into Alfo's room easily.
In winter, the walls are covered with ice and are very slippery. Fortunately, he is barely a qualified knight through training and has the ability to use daggers. Otherwise, he would have to look for another opportunity.
"Who are you?"
"Shut up!"
Alfo just discovered the intruder. He was about to shout loudly when he saw Ian swing a dagger and stab it firmly into the wall behind him. This precise and cold warning forced him to listen to Ian.