Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 281

"You brought all these things?"

Jamil's gray-blue eyes were full of doubts. In front of him were all kinds of experimental equipment, droppers, beakers, test tubes, balances... all neatly placed on a flat stone. These things are very common to him, who came from the Church of Knowledge. The experimental equipment in his mother's laboratory is more numerous than here.

But this is not a laboratory, but a deserted island! It is not an easy task to ship these fragile items here intact.

"Is that weird?"

Rawls lowered his head and fiddled with the equipment on the table. He didn't expect to get the blood and eyes of the ghost fox on the day he went to the island, otherwise he wouldn't let the fisherman Butcher come to pick him up and leave here tomorrow. It is relatively easy to hunt ghost foxes. As long as they can find their nests or foraging sites, the time he leaves for himself is used to find ghost foxes.

However, since he has already obtained the final main materials, those equipments have already been put in his space money bag, the sooner he is promoted, the better. After all, there is also an altar on this island that points to "Poseidon" Kavituwa .

According to Romit of Stone Golem, Kavituwa and "Sea King" Yan Kotman fought on the edge of the Rhosid Sea a few days ago, and he was probably injured by Yan Kotman. Believers will surely respond.

"A little bit." Jamil scratched his head and walked to the stone golem, "Romit, you take me to the woods to find the ghost fox, I didn't see it last night."

Although he didn't know much about some of the dark laws of the real Beyonder world, he knew that the configuration of potions had to be avoided.

Rawls knew his intentions, but a Sequence 6 potion with no head and no tail was not very useful to Jamil, and this formula couldn't compare to "Ghost Empire". He waved to little Jamil:

"Don't worry, those little guys were terrified yesterday, how about helping me configure the potion first?"

"Is that ok?" Jamie looked up at Romitty for her opinion.

The stone golem hasn't answered yet, and Rawls knocked on the stone table:

"I am the master of these materials and the person who drinks the potion, what should you worry about? There is no difference between the potion of Sequence 6 and the potion of Sequence 9, or do you think you are incapable of configuring the potion in the sequence? "

After hearing this, Jamil did not wait for the stone golem to answer, walked a few steps to the stone table and picked up the dropper, raised his eyebrows and said:

"I'm a natural 'reader', and I've never configured potions. Since you want me to help you configure it, I'm welcome."

Rawls was taken aback by his words, and then he calmed down. Even if no potion had been prepared, the Extraordinary from the Church of Knowledge might only be comparable to the Church of Steam in this regard. He pointed to a brown glass bottle and said:

"There is the blood of the ghost fox in it. The pot has been brushed. It is 50ml, no more or less."

Jamil froze there, looked at Rawls in disbelief, and said in shock:

"You really intend to let me configure the potion. You are not afraid that I will make a mistake and ruin your potion."

"If you make a mistake, I will move to Ma Xi and live at your house. At that time, you will not only need to collect the materials for this potion for me, but also the next one. 50ml of ghost fox blood, 30ml Pure water."

Jamil licked his lips a little embarrassedly, holding the dropper in one hand, while the other hand trembled to get the brown glass bottle containing the blood of the ghost fox. Although he was a little nervous, with the good training and blessing of the Knowledge Church, he quickly adapted.

50ml of ghost fox blood, 30ml of pure water, 1 rosemary flower, 15g of ghost spirit powder…

The liquid in the iron pot began to bubble up, as if it had been boiled. The bubbles glowed with charming pale blue fluorescence, and they reintegrated into the liquid as the bubbles burst.

Jamil is no longer nervous, but Rawls is a little nervous. If it weren't for the ghost fox on the island, Roy King also had extra crystallized and twisted blood vines there. He did it himself after Jamil refused for the first time. .

A Sequence 6 potion, befriending a "prophet" demigod son, I am not at a loss... So comforting himself, Rawls pointed to the smaller of the two iron boxes:

"The eyes of the ghost fox are one of the main ingredients of this potion."

Jamil slammed open the iron box, and poured a pair of eyes that were as dark as ink, as if he could hear countless ghosts shouting, directly into the iron pot.

No liquid was spilled, and two eyeballs the size of grapes melted into the liquid silently. The pitch black quickly became the main color of the liquid, and the bubbles decreased until they disappeared. The dots of blue fluorescence appear in the jet-black liquid, like the starry sky at night, reflecting the weakness of the mind.

"Crystalized twisted blood vines."

It seemed that the blood coral wrapped in amber slipped into the pot. Unlike the previous silence, the star-like liquid spun around with a little blue fluorescence as the center, just like the Van Gogh's "Starry Sky" that Rolls saw in his previous life. , giving a dreamy twist.

Rawls' inspiration told him that this was the potion of the "Corrupted Baron", and Jamil, who could configure the potion, carefully made several different divinations. After confirming that there was no problem with the potion, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Your potion is ready."

"The craftsmanship is good, as expected of an Extraordinary who was taught by the Church of Knowledge." Rawls was also polite, picked up the iron pot, and poured the liquid inside into the glass that had been prepared. The properties of the potion make no trace of residue left in the pot.

In just a minute or two, Jamil felt that he almost collapsed. He sat on the stone bench made by Romit and replied angrily:

"The church doesn't just teach that. You're as ugly as those guys who don't like to learn."

The guy who doesn't like to study? Do you mean a "hunter" raised by an intellectual church like Anderson Hood?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Rawls' mind, but he couldn't catch it when he thought about it. The promotion was imminent, so he stopped thinking about it, made a quiet gesture to Jamil, raised his head, and drank the potion.

As soon as the cold liquid enters the throat, it has clearly left the distribution area of ​​the taste buds, but all kinds of tastes are reflected to the brain. This is not a simple taste bud stimulation, but an emotional taste, but these emotions are the darkest and most difficult for people. A collection of bottom layers: greed, jealousy, hubris, arrogance…

Rawls felt that his stomach seemed to be twisted, and the rest of his organs were also twisted, followed by blood, muscles, bones, and spirit. Everything in his body began to twist, and Jamil in front of him also twisted into a ball. The three-meter-five-high stone golem Romit became a pile of twisted rubble...

Jamil looked at Rawls nervously, for fear that he might get out of control after taking the potion he had prepared. In his eyes, Rawls is normal, but his body is shaking a little, like those people who are seasick.

But after a while, his muscles swelled up, and thick black curly hairs faintly grew on the exposed skin, making the close-fitting clothes tight. His face is still normal, but it seems to be shrouded in a layer of shadow, making it difficult to see what he really looks like...

Jamil only glanced at the shadow-shrouded face, and felt that countless dark thoughts appeared in his heart. He took a few steps back in fear and looked at Romit, the stone golem around him, anxiously asking for help. .

Romit's thick arms hung down to block Jamil's sight and let him calm down:

"This is normal. It has been recorded in the church's books, and the bishops have also discussed that there will be a certain degree of change in the promotion body of Sequence 6. This is the embodiment of the mythical creature form at this level. His spirituality has not collapsed. It is being controlled in an orderly manner.”

Romit's gentle words sounded in his ears, and Rawls woke up. The world in front of him was no longer distorted, it was just his illusion. Giving Jamil a reassuring look, he looked down at his hands, the thick black curly hairs on them were quietly indenting into the skin, as if they had never appeared before.

Slowly exhaling, Rawls looked up at Jamille who was looking at him. As soon as his eyes met, Jamille stepped back in fright, but he was horrified to find that he was getting closer and closer to Rawls. Not going back, but going forward...

"Corrupted Baron", "Twisted"!

Pritz Harbor is the most famous port in the southern part of the Loen Kingdom, no one! It and Enmat Port on the east side of Tingen supported more than half of Backlund's supplies. In addition to freight, not far from here is Oak Island, the pride of Ruen, where the Royal Navy Base is located.

During the peak season, many temporary workers would flood into this port in order to get relatively good remuneration, and many poor people living in the eastern part of Backlund would also come to the southeast in pairs, walking more than 60 kilometers on their feet. , which is the same as their participation in hop picking.

At lunchtime, inside the Four-winged Bird Restaurant.

A woman with rare white hair and a neutral dress sat in a corner of the restaurant. Although there was no makeup on her face, her beautiful face and hot body still attracted a lot of attention.

In front of her was a piece of fish that was deep-fried and sprinkled with rosemary. Its skin was crispy and fragrant, and the meat was delicious. The only problem is that the chef's aesthetic is very strange, he actually retains two bulging fish eyes, and relies on the skill of placing the plate to make them look up at the same time, as if to express his unwillingness to die.

It's art, the chef himself thinks it's art!

It's just that the white-haired woman obviously didn't have any sense of appreciation. The knife and fork in her hand fluttered, and she quickly separated the flesh of the fried fish without thorns, and started eating mechanically.

When she ate a third of the fried fish, five or six people chatted with each other and walked into the restaurant. They had dark skin and typical features of Loen, holding fishing rods and buckets, talking and laughing. , there is still movement from time to time.

These people are anglers, but they don't rely on this to live. Their fishing harvest for a month can't buy the fishing rods they are holding.

The restaurant owner greeted the waiter to pick up the buckets, and asked the fishermen with a smile:

"How's the harvest?"

"Not many, but there is a big fish, let the chef handle it quickly, Mr. Gray will come here for dinner later." One of the bearded men handed the bucket in his hand to the waiter, "Now fishing is getting more and more important. It's hard, the waters around here are polluted by the Tussock River, and even fishing boats have to venture further afield to fish."

Each of them has more than a dozen fishing boats, and they know these things best.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time for Mr. Gray to come here. I'll let the chef show off his craft." The boss smiled and looked at them, "What are you talking to Dorian today?"

"It's nothing, just invite him to dinner."

The man headed was obviously reluctant to say more, and the boss no longer asked. Dorian Gray is a member of the Fishermen's Association and has a high voice. Those fishermen also respect him and often mediate disputes between fishermen and these people.

After a few more chats, they walked into a box.

More than ten minutes later, the white-haired woman in the corner of the restaurant had already solved the "looking up at the stars", but she had no intention of leaving. I didn't read the newspaper, I didn't drink tea, I just sat there, not knowing what I was thinking.

A man of medium stature with exaggerated arms and neatly combed hair walked in. He was wearing Loen's most popular black formal suit and a half-height silk top hat, and nodded to the boss.

"Mr. Gray, you are here."

The owner of the restaurant greeted him with a smile, and the waiter on the side took two steps forward, made a gesture of please come with me, and walked inward.

Dorian lifted his top hat, glanced at the diners in the restaurant, stayed on the white-haired woman for a few seconds, and followed the waiter in.

It was past lunch time, and there were not many customers in the restaurant. The white-haired woman turned her head dully, and after discovering this situation, she lowered her head and whispered:

"Lunch time is over, can I leave?

After a few seconds, the white-haired woman who still did not get a response repeated her question several times hesitantly, but still did not respond. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then disappeared again. She looked up at the restaurant with only a few people, rubbed her mouth, and asked again:

"Lunch time is over, can I go? Or another restaurant?"

Still no answer, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The white-haired woman's mouth curled into an arc, and the arc was getting bigger and bigger. She quickly took out a banknote from her pocket and threw it to the boss. She didn't ask for change, like a ghost. Rush out of the restaurant and onto the street.

Before she could determine the direction, the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared, and she returned to the restaurant in despair. The boss was already standing at the door:

"Ma'am, you're back, I haven't asked you for change yet?"

The white-haired woman raised her head and glanced at him. The boss felt that his heart was about to stop, but before he could speak, he saw the white-haired woman sitting back in her original position, bowing her head, wondering what she was thinking.

Half an hour later, Dorian Gray with exaggerated arms came out of the box angrily. As soon as he entered the public area of ​​the restaurant, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

The owner of the restaurant was sitting dully next to a white-haired woman, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rolled.

Dorian's pupils shrank, and he rushed out of the restaurant immediately, while the white-haired woman hesitated for a moment, as if listening to something, and rushed out after him.

Chapter end