Blood of Mercury

Compared to chatting with the professor, Roland would rather go to the Wind Whisperer.

This man is too dangerous. in various senses.

Roland glanced at the professor with some fear, and took a sip of the fruit wine on the table.

"What, doesn't it suit your taste?"

The professor hung his white coat on the hanger, revealing the wool shirt inside. He tilted his head in distress, walked over, and sat down.

"Just please, I don't have any brain reserves here, Miss Brain Eater."

"Stop joking, Professor," Roland said softly in a hoarse voice, "Do you really believe I'm a brain eater?"

"Ah."

The professor chuckled, hung his white coat on the door, took off the white gloves with a pungent smell, turned around and sat opposite Roland.

He looked at Roland with interest and said, "I'm really just joking. But now I'm starting to doubt it."

"If I were a brain eater, I wouldn't be here at all, professor."

Roland said **** for tat.

"Who knows? Maybe, but what I'm trying to say is... maybe you should try this."

Saying so, the professor pushed a small glass of liquid that glowed attractive crystal red.

"Wanling wine... isn't it? It's a good thing."

Roland put it under his nose and smelled it lightly, gave the professor a deep look, and then drank it without hesitation.

The professor showed a clear smile, raised his hands to support it, and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid that I will put medicine in it?"

"All harmful medicinal properties should be eliminated by the panacea. I think you should know about this."

Roland narrowed his eyes and said straight to the point.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The professor's tone did not fluctuate, but his eyes instantly sharpened, and then he exchanged glances with Roland.

It is a wine made from the fruit pulp of the panacea with the unique craftsmanship of the professor. Although the elixir is theoretically nothing more than the berry of mistletoe, if the berry comes from the incarnation of the white mistletoe druid and is taken by the golden oak druid in a sacred ceremony and with a golden sickle on a holy day, then It has been sublimated and become a holy medicine that can cure all natural diseases. The panacea wine is the extraction of panacea essence, and the effect after drinking it is equivalent to accepting the eight-ring magic [complete recovery].

But if you feed it to the underground races, it will make them fall into a long-term coma in an instant. This is not because natural energy restrains the subterranean races, but because the Druids' ancestors are hostile to the subterranean races, so they specially set all the recovery abilities of the Druids to be ineffective against the subterranean races. Just as the healing ability of the clergy is useless to the undead - not because of the defects of their own constitution, but only the back door left by the opposition of the faction.

However, the reason why Roland happily drank Wanlingjiu was not only to tell the professor that he was a human being, but also a more important reason was to reveal his knowledge of Wanlingjiu from the side.

You must know that it was only this year that the professor developed the Wanling Wine, and the incarnation of the white mistletoe druid will only start to strengthen after the snow... In other words, the professor will not be able to get this thing out for more than a day at most.

And the professor has a good habit, that is, every time he develops a new thing, he will make sure that it is harmless before giving it to others.

When the professor gave him this thing, Roland already knew that the professor had definitely experimented with the wine. And the developer professor has just figured out the effect of the panacea, and Roland can say it directly. This matter itself means something.

For example, some great being has set his sights on the professor.

In this world, no mortal can spy on a professor without being discovered.

The professor looked at Roland, and quickly crossed over the possibility of a blockbuster in his mind, and then they were denied one by one.

Then, he had two possibilities in his mind.

Either Roland discovered this incident by accident and came to want something from him; or Roland himself belonged to that great being and came to also want something from him.

The professor knew very well in his heart: this "brain eater" in a black robe made a special trip to tell him about it. Although the professor personally prefers the latter based on a certain degree of caution, no matter which direction you look at, it is impossible for a person who is less than a black body level to cause any substantial loss to the professor.

Then the question arises—

"what do you want?"

The professor stared at Roland with almost ruthless silver-gray pupils, but his tone was gentle and rhythmic.

Roland showed a smile under the shadow of black fear.

"I want to give you a favor."

"give me?"

The middle-aged alchemist asked slowly in a statement tone.

Roland nodded lightly and repeated, "I want to give you a favor."

Facing the professor's gradually activated eyes, which began to resemble a person rather than a cold machine, Roland opened his mouth and slowly told his plan.

At the same time, in a tavern on Broken Throat Avenue, a homeless man whispered to his friend next to him, "Have you heard, the silent wizard seems to be threatened by someone."

"You've been drinking too much. Your Excellency Donald is a gold-ranked powerhouse. How can you be threatened so easily?"

His partner glanced at him and just took a swig of butterbeer.

The tramp scratched his head, and his tone was hesitant: "Maybe."

Seemingly aware that his tone was a little hesitant, he immediately added loudly: "No matter what the reason is, in short, everyone knows that Your Excellency Donald is going to fight Qingguo Avenue."

"Heh, it's good to start a war. How could those fine-skinned and tender-fleshed nightingales be able to beat our Broken-throat Staff—"

Just as the homeless partner was squinting and muttering in the sun, a dark shadow suddenly blocked their sunlight.

When they saw the identity of the person in front of them, their pupils immediately shrank:

It was a figure dressed in tight leather armor with a dull color. Even in the early morning sunlight, the shadow around the figure was still strong, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com could not see the face of the person coming.

Of course, the tramp was more fortunate that he couldn't see his face.

In the vicinity of Brokenmaw Avenue, only the killers of Dark Crows can wear this dress—the staunch opponents of His Excellency the Silent Wizard, the direct troops of the original controller of Brokenmaw Avenue.

"Gentlemen," the killer from Dark Crow said in a low voice, pulling a long tone, "I really want to hear it. Tell me about it."

The silence caused by fear lasted for several seconds. At this moment, the two silver coins fell to the ground, and a crisp and lovely voice sounded, echoing in the ears of the homeless man.

The killer from Dark Crow stomped the homeless friend's secretly outstretched hand. Then, with the sound of cracking bones and howling in pain, his long, low voice sounded again: "I hope you can give me a good answer. If I knew that I was delayed because of a tramp's nonsense. After three minutes...I think you understand."

The homeless man swallowed, subconsciously touched a gold coin that was hidden in his arms, and followed the instructions of the gentleman in black robe to repeat what happened this morning carefully. No concealment at all.

The contents included the letter sent, the man in the black robe, the patrolling wizard whose face suddenly became nervous, the angry roar spread directly from the home to His Excellency Donald on the street, and told the killer thoroughly and carefully. again.

But he didn't say anything about what the man in the black robe told him, and the gold coin engraved with winged leaves that was hidden in his chest like his life.

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