While guessing the identity of these two people in his mind, O'Gorman paused, raised his hand and touched the black inverted pyramid amulet on his chest, and then walked forward quickly.
"You two, what's the matter?"
Hearing his words, the two people turned around.
O'Gorman's eyes quickly swept over the clothes of the two of them, and focused on the magic crystal gun on Anvis's waist, as well as the short-handled staff with silver patterns exposed from the gap in Qiaomu's backpack.
There was a pause.
The traveling merchants from Saar City, and the magic crystal muskets used to protect the mercenaries are made of high-grade materials, and their strength should be quite high——
After briefly looking at their outfits, O'Gorman came to a conclusion.
The strength of the two people in front of him was so tightly gathered that he, who was at the peak of the fifth level, could not sense any outward aura of power and could not judge the specific level of the two.
"This is our first meeting. Is this Mr. O'Gorman?"
A slightly rough voice sounded, and one of them spoke and said hello to him.
To O'Gorman's surprise, the first person to speak out was not the traveling merchant, but the 'guard mercenary'.
.….….
Looking at the old mage who looked a little surprised, Anvis smiled gruffly.
"This is not a good place to talk, Mr. O'Gorman, why don't you invite us to your residence for a while?"
"Okay, come with me -"
After taking a deep look at Anvis, O'Gorman, who was wearing a black robe, nodded, feeling slightly relaxed.
He should not be an enemy, otherwise he would never ask to enter his residence.
In the residence, his strength must be increased by at least 50%.
Even if he faced a seventh-level man, he was confident enough to escape!
He stepped forward and held out his hand to the elderwood gate.
Then, the 'fence gate' moved and retracted to both sides on its own, revealing a vibrant stone path in the center.
"Be careful to follow my footsteps and don't step on the wrong spot——"
With a reminder, O'Gorman walked towards the path on his own, stepping in a specific direction with every step.
After walking forward for a while, he took a turn and quietly looked back.
What made his heart sink was that although they were following him, the pace of the two people was completely inconsistent with his.
The most critical thing is that the magic trap in the courtyard that was supposed to be triggered seemed to have failed and had no response!
.….….
After entering the living room of the house, O'Gorman sat on the long sofa and looked at the two of them with confusion.
"So, what business do you two have with me? Can you tell me now?"
"That's right, Mr. O'Gorman, I hope to invest in your research."
Looking at him with a smile, Anvis stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the old mage's eyes.
"Invest in my research? Do you know what you're talking about?"
The old mage in black robe frowned and stared closely into the brown eyes of this 'guard mercenary', with a strong look of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
"Three months ago...yes, three months ago, you bought a chalk fossil at Violet Auction House."
Anvis did not answer him directly, but began to count with a smile.
"Then, you opened the fossil and found the remains of a special, crinoid-like dark green ancient creature.
From the body of the remains, you extracted some kind of strange magical pheromone that can eliminate the reproductive isolation between species."
"Currently, you are preparing to try to synthesize this pheromone, but the experiment failed due to insufficient [Black Orchid Pollen].
But afterwards, you prepared enough pollen again. And this time, you successfully synthesized what you needed."
"Then, inspired by the special structure of this pheromone, you will cultivate a large number of experimental monsters.
And try to cultivate a perfect bloodline with a variety of excellent characteristics of Warcraft through large-scale crossbreeding."
"Where did you hear this? A prophet?"
When he heard the word "Perfect Bloodline", O'Gorman's pupils suddenly shrank.
He raised his right hand suddenly as if he was being electrocuted and grabbed the black pendant on his chest.
"That's not important, Mr. O'Gorman. What's important is why I mentioned this-"
Faced with O'Gorman's fierce reaction, Anvis smiled indifferently.
With the eighth-level Qiaomu by his side, O'Gorman, whose strength is less than the sixth-level, cannot make any trouble.
"To put it simply, I am very interested in your research and hope you can get the results as soon as possible.
To this end, I can provide you with all the experimental materials you need."
“‘Everything’ I need for my experiment?”
Having keenly captured the key words in Anvis's words, O'Gorman felt absurd and ridiculous in his heart, and a sarcastic look appeared on his face.
"Dear Sir, do you know what I need?"
"As long as you can make a list—"
Anvis did not smile, but looked at him with a serious face and spoke with an extremely sure tone.
"are you sure?"
Looking at Anvis's serious look, O'Gorman gradually put away the sneer on his face and began to really think about his proposal seriously.
Different from other bloodlines, there is a behind-the-scenes formation of [Perfect Blood].
It needs to go through high-intensity life alchemy experiments again and again, pieced together bit by bit in an almost luck-like manner.
It is equivalent to a blank 'bloodline framework' that can accommodate the characteristics of other bloodlines.
The [Perfect Blood] pieced together with more advanced bloodlines, the more stable the frame body is, the more blank parts there are, and it can integrate more bloodlines without collapsing.
In this process of piecing together, if a sufficient number of experimental subjects and bloodline materials can be obtained, the progress of the experiment can indeed be greatly accelerated.
"I need a large number of fifth-level experimental monsters and high-level bloodlines. There is no limit to the types. The higher the level, the better."
After weighing for a moment, O'Gorman stared at Anvis and put forward his request.
This can be regarded as a test of Anvis's strength.
You know, fifth-level monsters are easy to get, but high-level bloodlines are hard to come by.
Based on the bloodline that Anvis can provide, he can roughly judge what kind of strength and background Anvis has.
"No problem, you'll get what you want."
Hearing this somewhat familiar request, Anvis smiled inexplicably.
In his previous life, as a player, Anvis provided him with his own dragon bloodline with a maximum level of eight.
In return, Anvis received a tube of perfect blood with an initial level of fifth level and an orange item quality.
After some careful calculations, he first fused it with a tube of sixth-level high elf blood, and then fused it with a tube of sixth-level extreme Void Beholder blood.
After pushing it to the seventh level, Anvis integrated his own eighth-level golden dragon bloodline into it.
The results were gratifying. After transplanting the final fused [Perfect Blood] into himself, his level limit was raised to level eighty-nine.
At the same time, he also has the spell-like abilities of the Void Beholder, as well as the super magical affinity of the high elf, and various attribute corrections have also been additionally improved.
The impure dragon bloodline in previous lives can produce source blood that is enough to fuse with one's own bloodline.
So, what if the two legendary bloodlines he carries in this life are used as the basis?
Will we finally be able to obtain perfect blood that is high enough to be integrated with the legendary bloodline?
Vaguely, in addition to being used to mass-produce synthetic arms.
Anvis also sees a special glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope to reconcile the subtle conflict between his two legendary bloodlines.