Chapter 232
Regardless of whether Isaac’s "facts" are about to happen, they can’t stay here anymore—after both the Gutter Alley and Verlo’s accidents, Aalto He would definitely notice the anomaly, and it was only a matter of time before he guessed that something happened to the Hulk.
After a little communication, Isaac decisively "abandoned" Aalto, who put himself under house arrest, and left Loren without the slightest hesitation, without even asking where they were going.
Anyway, the reason why he is willing to help Aalto is only because the other party is willing to fund his research, and at the same time, he also proposed a very interesting idea. There is nothing worthy of his "nostalgia".
Not to mention that the other party also locked him up specially, and even planned to kill him-although the latter is only one of the black hair wizard's speculations.
But... Although Isaac’s people can leave with them, there are still many that can’t be taken away.
"What about these things?"
Standing in place, Vera points to the mountains of books, parchment manuscripts and all kinds of "ghost picture talisman" in the cabin. Blackboard, looked towards Loren in a daze: "We can't take them all away."
Although it can only be regarded as a "half wizard", the red-haired girl also knows these research materials and manuscripts. The importance of a wizard is sometimes even more precious than their life!
Because they are the proof of the completion of a wizard, even the entire meaning and essence, losing your own research results is equivalent to losing your own life value, and even your own meaning of existence.
Because of this, any complete wizard manuscript can often be sold at sky-high prices, because it contains the accumulation of a wizard’s more than ten years or even a lifetime of hard work, even if it’s just a record of various experiments. It can also save a wizard apprentice who has just stepped into the void gate to avoid many detours and no longer have to fumble alone.
"It's true..." Loren's brows also frowned slightly.
First of all, these information must not be left to Alto Bellini, but if the fire is completely burned to ashes, it is definitely an irreparable loss.
The genius witch on the side looked at the two frowning, shrugged, walked to the pile of books and picked up the manuscript just dropped into his arms, shrugged nonchalantly: "Okay, let's Let’s go!"
"..."
"Have you misunderstood something? Don’t take me and those poor, holding your little worthless things as Bao’s little potatoes mention on equal terms, okay?"
Isaac looked helpless, but as it should be by rights looked towards the stunned red-haired girl: "Just a few broken books Books and miscellaneous materials, do you have to read it often to remember? Seriously...who do you think I am?"
I thought you were a bunch of unfathomable mystery, just like those black-haired wizards. The weird person of, is still a mental disorder with extreme narcissism-Vera who wanted to say this especially finally resisted it and turned and left the cabin silently.
Even if she faces hundreds of enemies now, she doesn't want to stay in the same room with these two monsters.
"Did I say the wrong thing again?"
Seeing the red-haired girl’s expression, Isaac looked towards Loren aside: "Otherwise, why would she ignore me? "
"Let’s talk about this later." Forcibly resisting the desire to complain, Loren laughed embarrassingly: "I have one more question that must be figured out-the whole study of the Holy Blood Potion, basically It’s all your results, right?"
"I can’t say exactly that...Of course, 99% are my own results." Isaac admitted "without exaggeration." : "But without Aalto's creativity and experimentation, I would be impossible to accomplish this-after all, I am not an alchemist, and I don't know any alchemy."
"So, as long as there is one Alchemists of the same level, you can complete the entire study of the Holy Blood Potion?"
"It’s not what... Alchemists of the same level, at least the nine-pointed star wizard tower and our Academy’s That pile of potatoes will never be able to do it!"
Isaac opened the mouth and said sarcastically: "At the very least...we have to be at the level of Ain Rand-even though our Ain is stupid, But the achievements in alchemy are really irresistible."
"Ai, I remember that after leaving the Academy, Ain didn't go directly to Deep Limburg to look for you. Why are you alone? Also, aren’t you working as a wizard consultant in Deep Limburg, why did you come to Eboden?"
"Uh...the process and reasons are very complicated, and it may be difficult to explain for a while. Clear." Faced with a series of questions from Isaac who suddenly reacted, Loren could only vaguely go over: "But you are right, I suddenly regret not coming with Ayin."
At this point, Loren's mouth inadvertently raised a smile, but this "smile" looked a bit hideous, like a wild beast lying prone in the jungle, gradually showing its fangs.
At first, he guessed that Isaac might be related to the Holy Blood Potion, but absolutely didn't expect Alto directly plagiarized his research results, and it was still incomplete!
Now only one person in Eboden who can complete it is by his side, and no one but himself and Aalto knows about it-in other words, if someone is watching the night If the leader wants to get the real'Holy Blood Potion', he must take it from his own hand.
Now it’s my turn. If you want to get the potion, get ready to make an offer, Root Infinit!
…………At night, in the culverts and lanes in the southern civilian area of Eboden City.
After the gangs were wiped out and the mercenary group who came to suppress them were strangled, the entire gutters and lanes became an unmanned ruin. Black market merchants and smugglers were even earlier. Leaving here, hiding in other corners of the city to continue their "business".
But even if it becomes a ruin, it doesn't mean that there is really no silhouette to be seen here.
Scavengers, beggars, greedy mercenaries... These people frequently visited the ruins of the gutters and alleys in the next few days, trying to find some money and "lost treasures" from the collapsed houses and corpses. ";
Milton is one of them.
He is just a little beggar who was squeezed by the gang of crutches in a civilian area in the southern part of the city. He is barely able to survive on a few copper plates leaking out of Beggar's head and hands every day. After the crutches were done, he became a "free" beggar gloriously.
Unlike those mercenaries and scavengers who always come by during the day, Milton only dared to come at night, searching and searching to see if there was anything left on the bodies.
There are no lights in the gutters and alleys in the dark, only the moonlight above. Walking along the corner of the wall, Beggar Milton looked left and right like a mouse. After confirming that there was no one around, he sneaked to a gate and prepared to go in and look for it.
Under the cold moonlight, the base camp of the Crutches Gang seemed to be a monster lying prone in the dark, so that the shocked and scared Milton couldn't help but swallowed saliva and said fiercely. His inner fear and greed drove his body at the same time, and he neither dared to move forward nor left.
Anyway, there are dead people inside. Dead people can’t move, right?
With shaking hands and soft feet, Milton tremblingly approached the door of the house. The original door panel had long since turned into fragments on the ground, and only an empty doorway was left there.
In a deadly gutter alley, before entering the room, Milton, who was lying on the edge of the door, heard a weird sound, as if someone was eating.
is it possible that which group of beggar has already taken over here? Milton, who was afraid and confused in his heart, swallowed saliva and said fiercely. He hadn't eaten a full meal for several days.
Maybe you can go in and rub a piece or two of brown bread, maybe there is broth or something?
Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed, and the cold moonlight came into the house from the doorway. Milton, who was just about to leave, just turned his head slightly, stared wide-eyed instantly!
The "beggar" lying on the floor are enjoying their dinner, chewing on the meat and bones in their mouths, tearing the already cold corpses on the ground, and piled up with their feet. Leftover bones.
But this is not the most terrifying, these "beggars" actually have no faces!
On the bald head like an egg, there is only a mouth full of fangs, oozing with blood plasma and meat foam!
Moreover, they are all "looking" at themselves!
"aaahhhh ah——!!!"
The mournful scream echoes in the dead gutter alleys, and the silhouette of desperately running away under the moonlight is firmly held down before it leaves. On the ground, being torn, bitten, and opened...
being eaten.