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With the information provided by the young maid, Barrett easily found the location of the cellar.

It is in the garden rockery, and there is a small door that is not very conspicuous among those jagged rocks. The vines were entwined on the door, and the cover was quite tight, and it was really not obvious that it was not too close.

However, there is no guard outside this door, and the closest spear guard is sleeping in a pavilion more than 500 meters away. When Barrett entered the rockery, the clear sound made by accidentally kicking the stone failed to wake the guard up, or in other words, his own snoring had drowned out all the subtle sounds around him.

A dark cloud passing by accidentally blocked the brilliance of the crescent moon. It was getting darker in the middle of the night, and the uninvited guest Barrett stood outside the door, frowning and thinking about the follow-up action plan.

According to the greedy maid, the mysterious man who created the strange potion has been living in the cellar behind this door. And she also told Barrett that the man seemed to have lived in the Earl's Court for nearly ten years, before she came. Other servants also talked about this mysterious person being invited by Countess Teresa several times.

After this person came, he seldom came out of the cellar. Any requests were told to the Countess through the guards who delivered meals every day. Moreover, this person has won the trust of the countess, and the countess will try her best to meet all the requirements.

The gluttonous maid said she had seen the mysterious man on the countess' seventy-seventh birthday. The guy looked very old, a wrinkled, unkempt old man. He seemed impatient at the countess' birthday party, and he simply toasted Mrs. Teresa with a glass of wine, and then left without authorization.

After this time, she has never seen this person again, but all kinds of strange items are still being transported to the cellar continuously. Correspondingly, the strange potions are also taken out of the cellar every day.

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Judging from the situation described by the maid, the mysterious man should not be a mage, at least not a very high-level mage, and this guy doesn't sound too dangerous, Barrett judged.

In his understanding, a group of mages does not need the support of nobles, and they are not used to living in cellars for a long time. Although many people in this group also dislike going out, it does not mean that they do not like to enjoy.

As long as it's not a mage. After assessing the risk of going in, Barret tentatively pushed the door open. The door didn't open, it seemed to be locked. If it was a real stalker, it would be time to take out the tools and prepare to pick the lock, but Barrett has not learned this skill, he can only try the following ways to open the door in front of him.

1. Brute-force cracking. Smashing the gate with a sword is the easiest method, but it is very likely to wake up the surrounding guards, and then you can only choose between escaping and opening the unparalleled harvest;

2. Use spells. For example, "Dragon fruit seeds open the door, basil seeds open the door", but the possibility of being useful is very low;

Three, reach out and knock on the door. Pretend to be the guard here to deceive the door, and then wait for the mysterious person inside;

Fourth, look for windows. People often say, "When the gods close a door for you, they will open a window for you."

Without further ado, our stalker Barrett, like everyone else in his right mind, chose the third option unsurprisingly.

The door was knocked gently with his fingers. The sound is not too loud, and with the guard's low snoring cover, it won't appear too abrupt. Ten heartbeats later, he knocked a second time and pressed his ear to the door. After a while, there were faint footsteps inside, and it was getting closer.

Barritt adjusted his posture outside the door, stored energy, and was ready to subdue the opponent as soon as possible.

The cellar door was half open, revealing a scruffy bald old man from inside. After seeing Barret, the other party did not show any vigilance, but asked with some doubts, "What about my gnoll?"

The answer to the old man was the fist that the knocker had hit with his right hand. This blow Barritt was actually not too hard. He was worried that if the punch was too hard, it would likely kill the haggard old man in front of him. He didn't want to kill people indiscriminately until the investigation was clear.

When Barrett's fist was still a palm away from the old man's chest, a translucent force field suddenly flashed out, blocking his attack.

It's the 'Mage Armor'! Barrett was shocked, he recognized this special protection spell that only mages could use. The other party is actually a mage, but I don't know if he belongs to the Magic Association, but it doesn't look like it.

The old man lowered his head and stared blankly at the punch that Barrett hit him in the chest, as if he hadn't reacted. At this time, Barrett without hesitation pulled out the 'touch of tyranny' with his left hand, and slashed it with a sword.

This situation cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences, and Barrett can't bet that the other party is in the same camp as him. If not, the situation will become too dangerous, so he plans to subdue it first. Bar.

The 'Mage Armor' disappeared instantly under the blade of the 'Touch of Tyranny', and the sharp sword immediately stuck to the old man's neck. Apart from that, no second protection spell flashed out.

Although the other party is a mage, it seems that the level is very low, and it should not exceed the third level. Barrett is quite sure of this. And he doesn't seem to have the slightest combat experience, compared to a farmer who often fights goblins who steal food. This made Barrett feel a lot more relaxed.

Only then did the old man react from his daze. He began to slowly widen his eyes and open his mouth, as if intending to ignore the sharp blade on his neck and start screaming.

This guy's reaction is always so out of place, doesn't he feel a little cold on his neck? Or is he sure I won't really hurt him?

Barrett had to cover the opponent's mouth with his other hand for an instant, and pressed the old man against the wall inside the door. Then our intruder whispered quickly, "Don't make a sound, and don't make unnecessary movements. I don't want to hurt you, don't force me to do this."

He moved the sharp sword slightly out to prevent this guy from directly dying in the unnecessary struggle.

Fortunately, the old man in front of him reacted very slowly, but he still showed a sense of current affairs. He just leaned against the wall stiffly, his body didn't move, even his breathing stopped, and he just stared at Barritt in horror with those bloodshot eyes.

"Is there anyone else here?" Barrett asked in a deep voice.

The old man was motionless, like a puppet.

"answer my question!"

The other party shook his head in panic.

"Very good. I'll let you go now, don't try to shout, otherwise..." He brought the sword close to the old man's neck again, and slowly moved his hand away from the old man's face.

Barrett stared straight at the guy in front of him and groped to close the cellar door behind him. Afterwards, he ordered the old man, "Lead the way, let's go in and talk."

The old man obediently led Barrett to the depths of the cellar. The inside of the cellar is quite bright, and items with constant 'lightness' are embedded everywhere. After turning a corner, Barrett saw a somewhat crowded, cluttered laboratory.

Just as Barrett was looking at the laboratory carefully to see if there were any magic traps, the old man suddenly said, "Can you take this sword away a little? It hurts me, but I'm not a threat at all."

"I don't think most people agree with your point of view," Barrett said, "because you're a mage." Although his response was slow, he was still a mage.

"Just an ordinary first-level mage, and the only damage spell I know is 'Magic Missile'." The old man tugged his neck to the other side of the sword.

"That's enough to kill people." Barrett's sharp sword clinged to the past again.

"I've never hurt anyone with magic, never!" When the old man said this, his expression was quite righteous, "I'm just a pharmacist, a genius pharmacist who wants to invent more formulas, that's all ."

"Then why don't you join the Magic Association, but hide in this cellar and study secretly?" Barrett asked, and UU read www.uukanshu.com while perceiving the surrounding environment.

There is no trace of blasphemy here, no matter what the old man in front of him wants to do, it should have nothing to do with the devil.

To Barrett, those who live in **** are like heated durians, leaving that particular blasphemous smell wherever they go. After having an in-depth contact, he can clearly distinguish this kind of breath.

The old man was always reluctant to speak directly, so Barrett used the sharp sword in his hand a little harder, cutting the skin on the old man's neck a little.

"Wait, don't get excited! I said, I said it's not enough!" The old man slowly told his previous experience.

Barrett listened quietly without interrupting. The other party was a little reluctant at first, but then he began to talk non-stop, and the dissatisfaction and complaints mixed in his tone were quite obvious.

"It's just that there were some 'innocuous' little accidents, and I was imprisoned for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years!" the old man complained angrily, "What I want to say is that the person who drank my medicine Humans are not blind, they just have an extra layer of eyelid on their eyes. Do you know a crocodile? A crocodile has three eyelids. It's just that his eyelids are thicker and can't be opened."

That's no different from being blind, Barrett shook his head inwardly.

"As for the one with a third leg, isn't that a good thing?" the old man said boldly, "You know, the triangle is the most stable, and it will not be easy for that person to fall down in the future. He can even rely on him in the future. This one makes a fortune."

"Like what?" Barrett asked.

The old man thought for a long time before giving a not so good answer, "The circus may need him."

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