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0714 Chapter 15 Rainy Night Mausoleum Blood Rain Rain Weeping Cloud Sorrow Section 17

"Well, I'm sorry. Yiko still wants to explore the ruins on her own. When I unlock all the secrets there, I will tell you about the location before leaving the academy."

Well, once she thinks of a way to get the altar away, it won't matter even if she tells the two of them the location of that place. As for now, even if the two of them have nothing to do with this matter, for the sake of the safety of the little brown-robed apprentice, it's better not to let them get close.

Those aggressive blood candles are better.

He was talking without stopping with his hands. At this point, Qu Yun had thoroughly mixed all the fillings and began to sing the final magic:

"lei-fi-lei-fi..."

This is... the most mysterious part of the magic chanted by the dragon magician when he advanced: [Open]!

The descending light and rising darkness mix into chaos, which is the magic used to open the door to truth.

But at this moment, Qu Yun used it to evenly mix the mandoshahua powder, which was difficult to control directly through arcane elements, into the meat filling, and used her now powerful spiritual ability to use these powders to drive the violent energy in the meat filling.

Let’s rise to the next level together.

A lavender light flashed by, and the real meat stuffing was dyed with a dreamy color. It seemed to be some otherworldly fairy treasure.

Finally, under the admiration and admiration of everyone, Qu Yun turned to Father Crucible and said seriously: "Are you familiar with the apprentice named Seth?"

Father Crucible shook his head: "There are too many apprentices in Blood Candle Castle, so many that even if two or three die, no one may find out the next day. If he is not a very famous guy, you can hardly expect to meet a teacher casually.

Just know about him."

Qu Yun was confident that he was telling the truth, and she complained in her heart: Are you sure this is because there are too many people, and not because you mages are too geeky? Obviously, she subconsciously ignored her identity.

Master Crucible gave an affirmative answer: "Seth is actually quite famous. He used to be the most favored disciple of Master Damon, who had a bad reputation and was hated by everyone. This man acted in a flamboyant way.

Domineering, with the support of his mentor and strong family background, he has gathered many followers among the previous students.

Speaking of which, when I first met you, you were eager to chase Seth, right?"

"Okay. If you think eating human blood is an evil thing, and you don't plan to use it for any immortality ritual, why on earth?"

In fact, Qu Yun no longer intends to hide it here. Regardless of whether the two of them are related to this matter, this fishing-style test method is obviously no longer effective for them. Therefore, Qu Yun simply put on a show because he was worried that you would snatch Yizi.

The eternal ruins asked as if they were just here to test it out.

"This matter," said Crucible Father with a depressed look on his face: "Since you let me see such amazing food, I shouldn't pursue anything further. To be honest, I have been worried about the problem of baldness recently.

distressed."

Qu Yun:??

Your topic jumps so much that Yiko can’t even keep up!

"I happened to find a notebook in the big library some time ago, which contains a secret recipe for a magic potion to cure baldness. It requires the blood of a thirteen-year-old girl as the main ingredient. If you apply it continuously for a year, you will never lose your hair again.

I borrowed some blood from a familiar apprentice and prepared it according to the formula above, and found that it was really effective. So I used my own gold coins to order a whole cart to prepare the medicine for the whole year." said the crucible father.

He took off his hat to show off his new hair, and finally took out an ordinary notebook and stuffed it into Qu Yun's hand.

It is indeed common practice in the mage world to use human blood as experimental material. Even those light magic monasteries that take justice as their duty and act chivalrously will use their own blood to conduct various necessary experiments.

In fact, the blood he purchased was also a voluntary blood donation from regular channels, which is probably very different from the way many people from a world without magic imagine how to obtain human blood. For Daddy Crucible, using human blood to prepare potions is obvious.

It is also a completely different concept from eating human blood.

Is hair more important than eternal life? Qu Yun found that she really couldn't keep up with her father's thinking. After all, the chef can be regarded as a certain type of artist, right? Especially when it comes to the role of Father Crucible.

The notebook Quyun is familiar with, because she also has two copies in her hand.

In fact, except for some little witches with special personalities, almost all apprentices are accustomed to using this free leather-covered metal-locked parchment notebook with the Blood Candle school emblem printed on it. Obviously, this thing looks adequate from the materials used.

So exquisite.

She opened it at random and found that there were no clues such as lives or emblems that could lead to the original owner. Different pages were also filled with all kinds of irrelevant things. She flipped through several pages but could not find any clues about the original owner.

Content related to treating hair loss.

"Did you accidentally discover the notes yourself? Didn't you hear anyone accidentally mentioning anything in the relevant location in the library before? Even if you accidentally heard someone mention it casually?"

Qu Yun asked. Because letting others think that things are going according to their own wishes is the best way to operate. She is a master at this, just like the layout she had at Bu Ganjing Middle School last time. In any case, Lao

There are too many subtle coincidences between the timing of Dad's purchase of human blood and the mission of Lamarck's game.

However, Father Crucible's answer was: "No, I'm pretty sure no one has mentioned it. In fact, even when I go to the big library, I usually just go straight to the corner about ingredients and potions. This notebook is where I went

I picked it up when I passed by the bookshelf in the transformation magic area."

Qu Yun frowned slightly. If someone deliberately lured his father to see this note, it is obviously impossible to randomly place it in a transformation magic area that his father would never pay attention to, let alone to cover up his own purpose.

It was filled with redundant notes that made it impossible for the target to see what he wanted to convey.

Is all this really just a coincidence?

After showing "superb cooking skills" and completing the subsequent cooking steps, Qu Yun left silently. Hiding her merits and fame, she only left another colorful page in the history of Blood Candle Castle:

"All the teachers and students of the school were suspended for half a day due to the 'non-toxic food poisoning psychosomatic syndrome'. There is no antidote yet, and only hallucinogenic spells can provide limited relief of symptoms. This is the only time in a thousand years that the entire school has been suspended for a semester. We must take this as a warning."

."

Qu Yun indeed did it. She sublimated the violent energy of thunderbird meat into four-dimensional spiritual energy. And this success also means that the energy contained in the bird meat will no longer harm the mouth and digestive system of the eater.

It turned into direct... mental damage of the same energy level.

It is said that this kind of injury similar to "mental electric shock" causes the human body to feel almost the same as the pain of being poisoned by neurotoxins.

It is worth mentioning that one person actually fell in love with this "special" taste for the first time after tasting it.

That person is none other than the Crucible Dad. Therefore, many things are completely different from the perspective of professionals and amateurs. Real artists are a group of lunatics who risk their lives in pursuit of new ideas.


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