Shaman from Afar

Regardless of whether Isaac is talking about the upcoming "facts", they can't continue to stay here-after the incident between Yingou Alley and Weirlo, Aalto will definitely notice the anomaly and guess that it is invalid It's only a matter of time before something happens on the ship.

After a little communication, Isaac decisively "abandoned" Aalto, who was under house arrest, and left Loren without hesitation, without even asking where they were going.

Anyway, he was willing to help Aalto, but it was because the other party was willing to fund his research, and he also mentioned a very interesting idea. There was nothing worthy of him.

Not to mention that the other party shut him down specifically, and even planned to kill him—although the latter was only one of the speculations of the dark-haired wizard.

But ... Although Isaac's people can leave with them, there are still a lot of things they can't take away.

"What about these things?"

Standing in place, Vera pointed at the mountainous stack of books, parchment manuscripts, and a blackboard filled with various "ghost symbols", and looked at Loren stupidly: "We can't take them all away. "

Although it can only be counted as "half a wizard", red-haired girls also understand the importance of these research materials and manuscripts to a wizard, and sometimes even more precious than their lives!

Because they are the proof of a wizard's achievements, and even all the meaning and essence. Losing his own research results is tantamount to losing his life value and even his own meaning of existence.

For this reason, any complete wizard manuscript can often be sold at a high price, because it contains the accumulation of a wizard ’s hard work for more than ten years or even a lifetime, even if it is only the records of various experiments, it can also make a new man just stepped on. Wizard apprentices who entered the gates of the void took many detours and no longer had to explore on their own.

"Really ..." Loren frowned slightly.

First of all, these materials must not be left to Alto Bellini, but if a fire is completely burnt to ash, it is definitely an irreparable loss.

The genius witch on the side looked at the sorrowful face, shrugged his shoulders, walked to the pile of books and picked up the manuscript that had just been thrown, and stuffed it into his arms.

"..."

"Have you misunderstood something? Don't compare me to those pitiless little potatoes who hold their little worthless things as treasures?"

Isaac looked helpless and looked at the stunned red-haired girl with a natural expression: "Just so many broken books and miscellaneous materials, do you have to read them often to remember? Seriously ... you ... Who do you think I am? "

I thought you, like those dark-haired wizards, were a group of strange strange people, and still a narcissistic neuropathy-Vera who wanted to say this sentence finally refrained and turned around silently and left the cabin.

Even if she is now faced with hundreds of enemies, she does not want to stay in the same room with these two monsters.

"Did I say the wrong thing again?"

Seeing the expression of the red-haired girl, Isaac stared at Loren aside: "Otherwise why she ignored me?"

"Let's talk about this later." Loren smiled embarrassedly, holding back the desire to vomit: "I still have a problem to understand-the entire study of the Holy Blood Elixir is basically your result. Right?"

"It can't be said completely ... Of course, 99% of my results are correct." Isaac admitted "not exaggerated": "But without Aalto's creativity and experimentation, I am It is impossible to accomplish this-after all, I am not an alchemist, nor do I know any alchemy. "

"So, as long as there is an alchemist of comparable level, you can complete the whole study of Holy Blood Elixir?"

"It's nothing ... Alchemists of similar level, at least the Nine-Mang Star Wizard Tower and the pile of potatoes in our academy can't do it!"

Isaac spoke sarcastically: "At the very least ... it must have the level of Ain Rand-although our Ain is stupid, his achievements in alchemy are indeed undeniable."

"Ah, I remember that Ain did n’t go directly to Shenlinbao to find you after leaving the academy. How come you are the only one? Also, are n’t you a wizard consultant in Shenlinbao, why did you come to Ebdenau? ? "

"Uh ... the process and reasons are very complicated, and it may be difficult to explain in a moment and a half." Facing a series of questions from Isaac who had reacted suddenly, Loren could only vaguely pass: "But what you said Yes, I suddenly regretted not coming with Ain. "

Speaking of which, Loren's mouth inadvertently raised a smile, but this "smile" still looked a little gruesome, like a beast lying in the jungle, gradually showing fangs.

He guessed from the beginning that Isaac may be related to the Elixir of Holy Blood, but he never expected that Aalto plagiarized his research directly, and it was still incomplete!

Now the only person in Ebden is able to accomplish it is beside him, and no one knows it except himself and Aalto-in other words, if a certain nightwatch leader wants to get the real Blood Elixir ', you must take it from yourself.

Now it ’s my turn, and if you want to get the potion, you are ready to make an offer, Rut Infinite!

……………… At night, in the civilian area south of Ebden, the ditch lane.

After the gangs were killed and the mercenary regiments who came to suppress them were hanged and annihilated, the entire ditch lane became an uninhabited ruin. The black market merchants and smugglers left here early and hid in the city The rest of the corner continued their "buying and selling".

But even if it becomes a ruin, it doesn't mean that there is no longer a figure here.

Scavengers, beggars, greedy mercenaries ... These people frequently visited the ruins of the ditch lane in the next few days, trying to find money and "lost treasures" from the collapsed houses and corpses;

Milton is one of them.

He was just a little beggar who was crushed by crutches in a civilian area in the south of the city. After the crutches helped him, he also became a "free" beggar.

Unlike the mercenaries and scavengers who always came during the day, Milton only dared to come at night and searched to find if there was anything falling on the bodies.

There was no light in the dark ditch lane in the night, only the moonlight above him. Follow the corner beggar Milton like a mouse to look left and right Gu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After confirming that there is no one around, he sneaked to a gate and prepared to go in.

Under the icy moonlight, the base camp of the cane gang seemed to be a monster lying in the darkness, and Milton couldn't help but swallow. The inner fear and greed drive his body at the same time, neither daring to move forward nor reluctant to leave.

Anyway, there are dead people inside, the dead people can't move, right?

My hands tremble, and Milton trembles softly near the door of the house. The original door panel has already turned into a fragment of the ground, leaving only an empty doorway there.

There was a silent ditch lane before entering the room. Milton, lying on the edge of the door, heard a strange sound, like someone was eating.

Could it be that this group of beggars has taken over here? Milton, who was afraid and confused in his heart, swallowed hard, and he hadn't had a full meal in days.

Maybe I can rub one or two pieces of black bread by myself, maybe there is broth or something?

Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed, and the cold moonlight shone into the house from the door. Milton, who was just about to leave, just turned back slightly, his eyes widened instantly!

"Beggars" lying on the floor are enjoying their dinner, chewing the minced meat and bones in their mouths, tearing the already cold bodies on the ground, and the leftovers are full of leftover bones.

But this is not the most terrible, these "beggars" actually have no faces!

On his bare, egg-like head, there is only one mouth full of fangs, blood and blood oozing!

And, they are all "watching" themselves!

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

The screaming screams echoed in the deadly ditch lane, and the figure of running desperately under the moonlight was pressed to the ground without being left, torn, torn, and ripped ...

eaten.