After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

Countless thoughts flew through his mind, and Linton ran his fingers through the pockets of his robe, and ran up the stairs of the villa without hesitation, and came to his laboratory.

The slender fingers quickly slid across several bottles and cans, the silver-white magic power danced like spiritual silk threads, and quickly brewed a bottle of viscous beige potion.

Stuffing the bottle of potion into a large number of hidden pockets on his body, Linton raised his leg and rushed out of the laboratory window. The bracelet on his wrist, which was almost the same color as his pupil, flashed a light, and the rapid downward trend instantly slowed down. Like a falling feather, it got into the balcony on the first floor downstairs.

Just below Linton's laboratory is Ann Lane's bedroom.

Landing lightly, the balcony door of this era was still made of wood. When Linton opened it, he heard a heavy sound similar to his own room, with an inexplicable smell of spices.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a face similar to his own, full of pain.Anlan was pressing the table with his hands tightly, his whole face was almost distorted, and he patted the table from time to time, and he even trembled all over his body.

The pure white magic robe was a little wrinkled due to the movement, and Linton even saw obvious smudged water stains on the thick winter robe, as if the neckline had been soaked.

The young Plinlv opened his mouth hesitantly, but finally started his actions with a sullen face.

He walked forward quickly, and his reaction seemed to be completely slow when he was facing him. It was not until Linton walked in that he noticed his Anlan's sight.

"Do not talk."

Finding that An Lane seemed to have a tendency to speak, An Lane quickly shook his head, reached out and took out the potion he had just prepared from the magic robe.After looking up and down at Anlan's appearance, he opened the lid of the potion, took out the silver pendant that had been hanging around his neck from the neckline, and stretched out his hand to outline a magic circle.

The strangely colored liquid slid down from the pendant and fell into the potion, causing the originally ordinary potion to instantly reverberate with energy fluctuations.

"Drink it."

Linton decisively stuffed the things in his hands into Ann Lane's hands, and quickly replenished them.

"Drink it within 1 minute to have an effect."

Ann Lane didn't speak, but held the bottle tightly with trembling hands, carefully looked at Linton's expression through the sweaty bangs with blue eyes, and then drank it without hesitation.

Linton stood quietly on the side, carefully observing Ann Ryan's body and other performances that gradually calmed down after drinking the medicine.

Five minutes later, Anlan's trembling body gradually calmed down. Ten minutes later, the boy's frowning brows returned to their original state, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Linton asked with some concern.

"What potion did you give me?" Ann Ryan's voice sounded at the same time.

The two looked at each other, and the answer they gave each other spit out from their mouths at the same time.

"The effect of the potion you gave me is more amazing than I imagined."

"You can call him De Haiwei's Silver Moon, it's the special potion of our family."

There was a flash of understanding in Anlan's eyes, and then it turned into surprise.

"The pendant you usually wear around your neck is actually the heart of De Haiwei?"

It is the legendary treasure of the Purinlv family, which can change attributes according to the will of the owner, and this treasure will accumulate energy to condense into a drop of Dehewei's tears every once in a while, and can also change attributes according to the will.

Tears of Dehevi with different attributes can be used to prepare different potions, but the same thing is that these potions all have amazing effects, so that each potion has its own unique name.

This kind of power can make everyone crazy, not to mention that De Haiwei's heart is also engraved with countless defensive magic circles and attack magic.This makes the Heart of De Haiwei one of the 7 most wanted treasures on the mainland.

If it weren't for the heart of Dehewei, it would change its appearance according to the owner's preferences, and it would be completely impossible for people to guess who owns it.Prinylvi has long since perished completely because of it.

It is precisely because no one can get De Haiwei's heart from Prinylvi, coupled with various backgrounds, that Prinylvi can stand firm.

Linton shook his head as a matter of course: "Of course it's impossible. Do you think that a low-level magician like me is qualified to hold this thing? It's impossible even if I'm called hope or something else."

He raised his hand again and took out the pendant around his neck.

"This is a special alchemy instrument that can communicate with Prinylvi's warehouse, and directly take out the tears of Dehewei that have been dripped and sealed before being taken out of the warehouse."

This is an understandable explanation, and a very reasonable one.

Ann Lane nodded, and before Linton could ask a question, he gave the answer to what Linton wanted to know.

"This is the reason why my disease prevents me from cultivating battle qi." He spread his palm upwards, a ball of dazzling white light and a ball of deep black light appeared in the palm at the same time, and they spun gently.

"My body is born with six-level internal organs, but my body is too thin to afford organs of this level at all...and..."

Anlan's long eyelashes concealed the emotion in his eyes.

"These organs are of the dark attribute, and my battle qi talent is as biased towards light as my magic talent. These organs that are not compatible with my body are crazily resisting me every day..."

Linton's eyes flashed.

He had actually guessed this before, because the other party's body exuded a dark aura.This breath had a special reaction with the burning spices in the room, forming the strong fragrance he smelled when he opened the balcony door.

Therefore, vaguely guessing that it was the cause of the contradiction between the two attributes, Linton quickly chose which Dehevi's tear to use, and then dripped it into the slow-release agent in his hand.

Linton rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and then carefully looked at the face in front of him that was almost exactly the same as his own, but was surprisingly pale. Linton sighed in his heart.

This is my own face in front of me, there is absolutely no way to be hard on my face... Although it is very possible that something will happen because of the other party in the future, isn't it still early, there are still five or six years before the plot officially begins , Maybe you can turn it around in time.

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Linton thought for a while and spoke.

"The other concoctions have no effect on you?"

"Well, there has been resistance to the drug for a long time."

Linton sighed: "The effect of De Haiwei's Silver Moon lasts for about a month, and next month I will give you another bottle of De Haiwei's Silver Moon."

"If you have also developed resistance to it, then De Haiwei's hymn should have a similar effect. Save it, and it will not be particularly difficult for you to become a fifth-level magician to regulate the elements in your body to eliminate hidden dangers."

If it weren't for the fact that the human body is too complex, full of mystery and fragility, a fifth-level magician can eliminate the problem of the variation of internal organs.

But this is An Ryan's body after all, and his other organs have not yet reached this level, so he can only wait for the owner of the body to enter the stage of the street before the darkness can be completely removed.

Ann Ryan seemed a little surprised. He looked up and down carefully at Linton for a while, then nodded and let out a gentle smile.

"thank you very much for your help."

"Just treat me as an investor, although I'm really not good at this... But you are Sekovia after all, and you are the next generation of the Holy Son of the Temple of Light..."

"Speaking of which," Anlan interrupted him, and the smile on the corner of his lips became brighter and brighter, "Next month, the Temple of Light will officially announce my identity to the public, and a grand ceremony will be held at that time. Don't come and see?"

The young Prinvey was a little surprised at the moment, and it took him a while to finally sort out the messy thoughts in his mind, and stared at the other party silently.

"I remember that apart from the clergy, only close relatives and friends are eligible to be invited to watch the ceremony."

Ann Lane nodded, with a friendly and cheerful voice: "That's true. It's just that I have 10 places, and now Sikovia and I only have 6 people... So, I sincerely send you invite."

"I hope you can come to watch my Son's ceremony, my friend."

Linton did not answer.

The matter of becoming friends with the other party has flashed in his mind many times, but the fact that it happened in front of him still makes him feel a little overwhelmed and at a loss as to what to do.Even with what just happened, the concept in his mind was investment, not friendship.

Yes, or not?

He looked at this young man who was a little taller than himself and had a similar appearance, and stared deeply at the pupils of the other person who seemed to be clear to the bottom and seemed to imply turbulent waves.

"Okay." He heard his own voice answer, accompanied by the sound of a breath in his heart.

The smile on Ann Lane's face became brighter, and he stretched out his pale, bony hand, and pressed it on Linton's.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't recovered yet, his fingers still trembled slightly, but his grip was firm and strong.

"I am very happy."

With that said, Ann Lane's other hand slowly moved up and landed on the earring on Linton's earlobe.

"Speaking of which, do you know why there isn't even a single gold or white earring for the earrings prepared by the Temple of Light?"

Linton was at a loss: "Isn't it because it's rare?"

He had confirmed before that this thing was a level 9 defensive alchemy weapon, and it was normal that he couldn't pick a color he liked because it was too rare.

Anlan stretched out his hand and shook his middle finger, smiling meaningfully.