quicksilver blood

Chapter 66 Negotiations
Rather than chatting with the professor, Roland would rather chat with the Wind Whisperer.

This man is too dangerous.in various senses.

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

"Why, isn't it to your taste?"

The professor hangs his white coat on a hanger, revealing the woolen shirt underneath.He tilted his head in distress, walked over, and sat down.

"Please make it easy, I don't have any brain reserves here, Miss Brain Eater."

"Stop joking, Professor," Roland said softly in a hoarse voice without concealment, "Do you really believe that I am a brain eater?"

"Ah."

The professor chuckled, hung his white coat casually at 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 was 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 tit for tat.

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

Saying so, the professor pushed over a small glass of liquid that shone attractively in crystal red.

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

Roland put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly, took a deep look at the professor, and 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 inject medicine inside?"

"All harmful medicinal properties are supposed to be neutralized by the elixir. I think you should know that."

Roland squinted his eyes and said straight to the point.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The professor's tone didn't fluctuate, but his eyes became sharper instantly, and then he exchanged a look with Roland.

It is a wine made from the nectar of the panacea with the professor's unique technique.Although in theory the elixir is nothing but mistletoe berries, if the berries come from an incarnation of the White Mistletoe Druid, and are removed by the Golden Oak Druid in a sacred ceremony with a golden sickle on a holy day, then It has been sublimated and has become a holy medicine that can cure all natural diseases.The panacea wine is the extraction of the panacea essence, and the effect after drinking it is equivalent to receiving an eight-ring magic spell [full recovery].

But if it is fed to the underground races, they will fall into a coma for a long time in an instant.This is not because natural energy restrains the underground races, but because the druids' ancestors were hostile to the underground races, so they specially set all the recovery abilities of the druids to be ineffective against the underground races.Just like the healing ability of the priests is useless to the undead - not because of physical defects, but because of the back door left by the opposition of the camp.

However, the reason why Roland drank the elixir happily, besides telling the professor that he was human, was that a more important reason was to reveal his knowledge of the elixir from the side.

You know, the professor only developed the elixir in this year, and the incarnation of the white oak druid will only start to harden after it snows... In other words, the professor will make this thing out for no more than a day at most .

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

Roland already knew that the professor had definitely experimented with elixir when he gave it to him.And the developer professor had just figured out the effect of the magic wine, and Roland was able to say it directly, which in itself meant something.

For example, some great existence has already targeted the professor.

In this world, no mortal can spy on the professor without being detected.

The professor looked at Roland, quickly flashing through a large number of possibilities in his mind, and then they were denied one by one.

Then, he had two possibilities in his mind.

Either Roland discovered this by accident and came to want something from him; or Roland himself belonged to that great existence and came to want something from him as well.

The professor knew very well: this "brain-eating monster" in black robe came here specially to tell him this matter, there is no way he didn't have a picture.Although the professor is personally more inclined to the latter based on some prudence, no matter from which direction he looks at it, it is impossible for anyone who does not have a black body rank to cause any substantial damage to the professor.

Then the problem is coming-

"what do you want?"

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

Roland smiled under the shadow of darkness.

"I want to give you a favor."

"give me?"

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

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

Facing the professor's eyes that were gradually activated and began to look like a person instead of a cold machine, Roland opened his mouth and slowly introduced 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."

"Did you drink too much? Your Excellency Donald is a strong man of the gold rank. How can he be so easily threatened?"

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

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

As if aware of some hesitation in his tone, he immediately added loudly: "No matter what the reason is, everyone knows that His Excellency Donald is going to fight Qingguo Avenue."

"Oh, it would be great if we really wanted to start a war. How could those thin-skinned nightingales be able to defeat our Throat-Breaking Staff -"

Just as the tramp's partner squinted his eyes basking in the sun and murmuring, a dark shadow suddenly blocked their sunlight.

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

It was a figure in a tight-fitting leather armor with a dim color. Even under the early morning sunlight, the shadows around the figure were still thick, making it impossible to see the face of the person coming.

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

Near Broken Throat Avenue, the only ones who can be dressed like this are the raven killers-the staunch opponent of His Excellency the Silent Wizard, the direct troops of the original master of Broken Throat Avenue.

"Gentlemen," the killer from Raven said in a low, long voice, "I'd love to hear it. Tell me about it."

The silence of fear lasted several seconds.At this time, the two silver coins fell to the ground, and a crisp and lovely voice sounded, echoing in the tramp's ears.

The killer from the Raven stomped hard on the hand that the hobo's friend surreptitiously extended.Then, with the sound of cracking bones and howling of pain, his deep drawn voice sounded again: "I hope you can give me a good answer. If I know that I was delayed by a tramp's nonsense If it takes 3 minutes... I think you understand."

The homeless man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, subconsciously touched a gold coin hidden in the closest part of his bosom, and followed the instructions of the gentleman in the black robe, and carefully explained what happened this morning. Nothing to hide.

The content included the letter delivered, the person in black robe, the patrolling wizard whose face suddenly became tense, and His Excellency Donald whose angry roar was transmitted directly from his home to the street, and thoroughly explained to the killer again.

But he didn't say anything about what the man in the black robe confessed to him, and the gold coin engraved with the pattern of winged leaves that he treasured in his chest like his life.

(End of this chapter)