Jamil's gray-blue eyes were full of doubts. In front of him were various experimental equipment, droppers, beakers, test tubes, scales...all neatly placed on a flat stone. These things were very important to him who came from the Knowledge Church.
It is said that they are very common things. The experimental equipment in his mother's laboratory is more numerous in terms of type and quantity than here.
But this is not a laboratory, but an uninhabited desert island! It is not an easy task to transport these fragile items here intact.
"Is this weird?"
Rawls lowered his head and fiddled with the equipment on the table. He did not expect that he would be able to get the blood and eyes of the ghost fox on the day he arrived on the island. Otherwise, he would not let the fisherman Butcher come to pick him up and leave tomorrow. Hunting ghosts
Foxes were relatively easy. As long as he could find their nests or foraging places, all the time he left for himself was spent looking for ghost foxes.
But now that he has obtained the final main materials, and those equipment have long been placed in his space wallet, it is better to be promoted as early as possible. After all, there is an altar pointing to "Poseidon" Kavitua on this island.
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According to Romit of the Stone Golem, Kavitua had a battle with "Sea King" Yan Cotman at the edge of the Rossed Sea a few days ago, and it was very likely that he was injured by Yan Cotman.
Believers will certainly react.
"A little bit." Jamil scratched his head and walked to the stone golem, "Romit, take me to the woods to find the ghost fox. I didn't see it last night."
Although he didn't know much about some of the dark laws of the real extraordinary world, he knew that preparing potions still had to be avoided.
Rawls knew his intention, but a Sequence 6 potion with missing head and tail was not of much use to Jamil, and this formula could not compare to the "Ghost Empire". He moved toward Xiaojie
Mir waved:
"Don't worry, those little guys were scared yesterday. How about helping me prepare the potion first?"
"Is this okay?" Jamil looked up at Romit and asked for her opinion.
Before the stone golem could answer, Rawls knocked on the stone table:
"I am the owner of these materials and a potion drinker. What do you have to worry about? There is no difference between Sequence 6 potions and Sequence 9 potions. Or do you think you are incapable of configuring mid-sequence potions?
"
After hearing this, Jamil did not wait for the stone golem to answer. He took a few steps to the stone table, picked up the dropper, raised his eyebrows and said:
"I am a natural 'reader' and have never configured a magic potion. Since you want me to help you configure it, I won't be polite."
Rawls was startled by his words, and then calmed down. Even if he had not prepared any magic potion, the extraordinary people from the Church of Knowledge could only be matched by the Church of Steam in this respect. He pointed at a brown glass bottle and said:
"There is ghost fox's blood in it. The pot has been painted, 50ml, no more, no less."
Jamil was stunned there, looking at Rawls in disbelief, and exclaimed:
"You really plan to let me prepare the potion, and you are not afraid that I will make a mistake and ruin your potion."
"If you make a mistake, I will move to Ma Xi and live in your house. At that time, you will not only need to collect the ingredients for this potion for me, but you will also need to collect the next one. 50ml ghost fox blood, 30ml
Pure water.”
Jamil licked his lips in embarrassment, holding the dropper with one hand, and tremblingly with the other hand to pick up the brown glass bottle containing the blood of the ghost fox. Although he was a little nervous, with the good training and support from the Knowledge Church, he I got used to it quickly.
50ml of ghost fox's blood, 30ml of pure water, one rosemary flower, 15g of ghost powder...
The liquid in the iron pot began to bubble gurglingly, as if it had been boiled. Each bubble shone with a charming light blue fluorescence, and merged back into the liquid as the bubbles burst.
Jamil was no longer nervous, but Rawls was a little nervous. If there weren't ghost foxes on the island, Luo Yin Jin also had extra crystallized twisted blood vines. He would have done it himself after Jamil refused for the first time. .
A Sequence 6 potion, and I have befriended the son of a "prophet" demigod. I am not at a loss... Consoling himself in this way, Rawls pointed to the smaller of the two iron boxes:
"The eyes of the ghost fox are one of the main ingredients of this potion."
Jamil opened the iron box with a "snap" and poured a pair of eyes that were as black as ink inside, as if he could hear countless ghosts shouting, directly into the iron pot.
No liquid splashed out, and two grape-sized eyes melted into the liquid silently. Darkness quickly became the main color of the liquid, and the bubbles reduced until they disappeared. Dots of blue fluorescence appeared in the liquid with a black background. Like the starry sky at night, it can reflect the weakness of the soul.
"Crystalized twisted blood vines."
It was as if the blood coral wrapped in amber slipped into the pot. Different from the silence before, the starry sky-like liquid immediately rotated with dots of blue fluorescence as the center, just like Van Gogh's "Starry Night" that Rawls saw in his previous life. , giving people a dreamy and twisted feeling.
Rawls' inspiration told him that this was the potion of the "Corrupted Baron". Jamil, who could configure the potion, carefully did several different divination. After confirming that there was no problem with the potion, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped it. Sweat on the forehead:
"Your potion is ready."
"The craftsmanship is good, and he is worthy of being an extraordinary person educated by the Knowledge Church." Rawls was not polite, picked up the iron pot, and poured the liquid inside into the glass that had been prepared. The characteristics of the potion made the contents of the pot Not a shred remains.
In just a minute or two, Jamil felt that he was almost exhausted. He sat on the stone bench made by Romit and replied angrily:
"The church doesn't just teach these things. You are just as ugly as those guys who don't like to learn."
A guy who doesn’t like to learn? You mean a “hunter” raised by a knowledge church like Anderson Hood?
A flash of inspiration flashed in Rawls's mind, but when he thought about it, he realized that he could no longer capture it. He was about to be promoted, so he stopped thinking about it, made a quiet gesture towards Jamil, raised his head, and drank the magic potion.
As soon as the cold liquid enters the throat, it has obviously left the distribution area of the taste buds, but various tastes are reflected to the brain. This is not a simple taste bud stimulation, but a taste with emotions, but these emotions are the darkest and most darkest emotions in people. The collection of the bottom: greed, jealousy, arrogance, arrogance...
Rawls felt that his intestines and stomach seemed to begin to twist, and the rest of the organs also twisted, followed by blood, muscles, bones, and spirit. Everything in his body began to twist, and Jamil in front of him also twisted into a ball. The three-and-a-half-meter-tall stone golem Romit turned into a pile of twisted rubble...
Jamil looked at Rolls nervously, fearing that he would lose control after taking the potion he prepared. In his eyes, Rolls was normal, but his body was shaking a little, like those who are seasick.
But after a while, his muscles swelled, and thick black curly hair grew faintly on the exposed skin, making the close-fitting clothes tight. His face was still normal, but it seemed to be shrouded in
In a layer of shadow, it is difficult to see his true appearance...
Jamil only glanced at the face shrouded in shadow, and felt countless dark thoughts appearing in his heart. He took a few steps back in fear, looked at the stone golem Romit next to him, and asked for help anxiously.
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Romit's thick arms dropped to block Jamil's sight, allowing him to calm down:
"This is normal. It has been recorded in the church books and the bishops have also discussed that the body of the promoted Sequence 6 will undergo a certain degree of change. This is the manifestation of the mythical creature form at this level. His spirituality has not collapsed.
Rather, it is being controlled in an orderly manner.”
Romit's gentle words rang in his ears, and Rawls suddenly woke up. The world in front of him was no longer distorted, it was just his illusion. He gave Jamil a reassuring look, and looked down at his hands. The thick black marks on them were
The curly hair is quietly retracting into the skin, as if it has never appeared.
Slowly exhaling, Rawls looked up and looked at Jamil, who was looking at him. As soon as their eyes came into contact, Jamil immediately took a few steps back in fright, but he was horrified to find that he was getting closer and closer to Rawls. He had just
Not retreating, but moving forward...
"Baron of Corruption", "Twisted"!
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Pulitzer Port is one of the most famous ports in the southern part of the Kingdom of Loen! It and the Port of Enmatt on the east side of Tingen together support more than half of Backlund's supply of supplies. In addition to freight,
, not far from here is Oak Island, which is the pride of Loen and the location of the Royal Navy Base.
During the peak season, many temporary workers will flood into this port in order to get relatively good wages. Many poor people living in the East District of Backlund will also come to the southeast together, covering a distance of more than 60 kilometers on their feet.
, just like they participate in the picking of hops.
Lunch time, inside the Four-winged Bird restaurant.
A woman with rare white hair and neutral attire was sitting in the corner of the restaurant. Although there was no makeup on her face, her beautiful face and hot figure still attracted a lot of attention.
In front of her was a piece of fish cut into sections, deep-fried and sprinkled with rosemary. The skin was crispy, the meat was delicious, there were no thorns, and it was quite delicious. The only problem was that the chef's aesthetics were very weird and he actually kept
With two bulging fish eyes, and relying on plating techniques, they look upward at the same time, seeming to express their unwillingness to die.
This is a work of art, a work of art in the chef's own opinion!
But the white-haired woman obviously had no intention of appreciating it. The knife and fork in her hand flew, and she quickly separated the bones and meat of the fried fish that had no thorns, and then started eating mechanically.
When she had eaten one-third of the fried fish, five or six people walked into the restaurant while talking to each other. They had dark skin and typical Loen features. They were holding fishing rods and buckets, chatting and laughing.
, there were still movements coming from time to time inside.
These people are fishermen, but they do not rely on this for a living. Their fishing harvest in a month cannot even buy the fishing rods they hold.
The restaurant owner asked the waiter to pick up the buckets, smiled at the anglers and asked:
"How was the harvest?"
"Not many, but there is a big fish. Let the chef handle it quickly. Mr. Gray will come here for dinner later." One of the men with a beard handed the bucket in his hand to the waiter, "Fishing is getting more and more popular now.
It’s difficult, the waters around here are polluted by the Tasoke River, and even fishing boats have to risk going further afield to catch fish.”
Each of them has more than a dozen fishing boats and knows the best about these things.
"Don't worry, it's not Mr. Gray's first time here. I'll let the chef put his skills to good use." The boss looked at them with a smile, "What are you talking to Dorian about today?"
"Nothing, just inviting him to dinner."
The leading man obviously didn't want to say more, and the boss didn't ask any more questions. Dorian Gray was a member of the Fishermen's Association and had a high voice. The fishermen also respected him and often mediated disputes between fishermen and these people.
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A few people chatted for a few more words and then walked into a private room.
More than ten minutes later, the white-haired woman in the corner of the restaurant had finished "looking up at the stars", but had no intention of leaving. She didn't read the newspaper or drink tea, she just sat there blankly,
Don't know what to think.
A man of medium height, with exaggerated arms and neatly combed hair walked in. He was wearing Loen's most popular black formal suit and a half-high silk top hat, and nodded towards the boss.
"Mr. Gray, you are here."
The restaurant owner said hello with a smile, and the waiter on the side took two steps forward, made a sign to come with me, and walked inside.
Dorian held up his bowler hat, glanced around the diners in the restaurant, stayed on the white-haired woman for a few seconds, and then followed the waiter in.
It was already past lunch time, and there were not many customers in the restaurant. The white-haired woman turned her head dullly. After discovering this situation, she lowered her head and whispered:
"Lunch time has passed, can I leave?
After a few seconds, the white-haired woman who still didn't get a response hesitated and repeated her question several times, but still got no response. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then disappeared. She looked up at the restaurant with only a few people.
He sighed and asked again:
"It's past lunch time, can I leave? Or should I find another restaurant?"
Still not getting an answer, the white-haired woman curved her mouth, and the curve became wider and wider. She quickly took out a banknote from her pocket and threw it to the boss without asking for change. She rushed out of the restaurant and onto the street like a ghost.
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Before she could determine the direction, the smile on her lips disappeared and she returned to the restaurant in despair. The boss was already standing at the door:
"Madam, you are back and I haven't given you any change?"
The white-haired woman raised her head and glanced at him. The boss felt that his heart was about to stop, but before he could speak, he saw the white-haired woman sitting back in her original position, her head lowered, wondering what she was thinking.
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Half an hour later, Dorian Gray, who had exaggerated arms, walked out of the private room angrily. As soon as he entered the public area of the restaurant, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
The owner of the restaurant was sitting sluggishly next to a white-haired woman, drooling at the corner of his mouth and rolling his eyes.
Dorian shrunk and rushed out of the restaurant immediately. The white-haired woman hesitated for a moment, as if listening to something, and rushed out after him.