Chapter 232

No matter whether what Isaac said is the "fact" about to happen or not, they can't stay here anymore - after the accidents in gutter lane and weierluo, alto will certainly notice the abnormality, and guess that it's only a matter of time for the accident on the side of the waste ship.

After a little communication, Isaac resolutely "abandoned" Alto, who put himself under house arrest here, left with Loren without hesitation, and didn't even ask them where they were going.

Anyway, the reason why he is willing to help Alto is that the other party is willing to fund his research and put forward a very interesting idea. There is nothing worth his "nostalgia".

Not to mention that the other party specially locked him up 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 many that can't be taken away.

"What about these things?"

Standing in place, Vera pointed to the mountains of books, parchment manuscripts and blackboards filled with all kinds of "ghost symbols" in the cabin and looked at Loren: "we can't take them all away."

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

Because they are the proof of a wizard's whole life, or even all the meaning and essence. Losing their research results means losing their own life value and even their own meaning of existence.

Because of this, any complete wizard manuscript can often be sold at a sky high price, because it contains the painstaking accumulation of a wizard for more than ten years or even a lifetime. Even if it is only the records of various experiments, it can make a wizard apprentice who has just stepped into the gate of nothingness take many detours less and no longer have to explore alone.

"Indeed..." Lauren's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

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

The genius witch on one side looked at the two people with sad faces, shrugged, walked to the pile of books, picked up the manuscript just dropped and stuffed it into his arms, and spread it carelessly: "OK, let's go!"

“……”

"Have you misunderstood something? Don't compare me with those poor little potatoes who hold their worthless things as treasure?"

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

I thought you, like those black haired wizards, were a group of inexplicable freaks and a narcissistic psycho - Vera, who wanted to say this, finally held back and silently turned away from the cabin.

Even if she faced hundreds of enemies now, she didn't want to stay in the same room with these two monsters.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Seeing the red haired girl's expression, Isaac stared at Lauren: "why else would she ignore me?"

"We'll talk about this later." and he resisted the desire to Tucao. Loren laughed awkwardly. "I have another question to make complaints about. The whole blood research is basically your product, right?"

"I can't say that completely... Of course, 99% are my own achievements." Isaac admitted "without exaggeration": "but without Alto's creativity and experiments, I couldn't have completed these - after all, I'm not an alchemist and don't know any alchemy."

"So, as long as there is an alchemist of the same level, you can complete the research of the whole Holy Blood potion?"

"It's not... An alchemist of the same level. At least the nine pointed star wizard tower and the pile of potatoes in our college can't do it!"

Isaac said sarcastically, "at least... We must have the level of AIN Rand - although our ain is stupid, our achievements in alchemy are undeniable."

"Alas, I remember that after leaving the college, ain went directly to Shenlin castle to find you. Why did you come alone? Besides, didn't you work as a wizard consultant in Shenlin castle? Why did you come to eboden?"

"Er... The process and reasons are very complex, and it may be difficult to explain clearly for a while." in the face of a series of questions from Isaac, Loren can only vaguely say: "but you're right, I suddenly regret not coming with Ayn."

At this point, Loren's mouth inadvertently raised a smile, but the "smile" looked ferocious, like a beast lying in the jungle, gradually showing its fangs.

At the beginning, he guessed that Isaac might be related to Holy Blood potion, but he never thought that Alto had directly plagiarized his research results, and it was still incomplete!

Now the only person who can complete it in eboden is around him, and no one knows about it except himself and Alto - in other words, if a night watchman leader wants to get a real 'Holy Blood potion', he must take it from himself.

Now it's my turn. If you want the potion, get ready to make an offer, rut infinite!

... at night, in the civilian area in the south of eboden City, gutter lane.

After the gangs were exterminated and the mercenaries who came to suppress were hanged, the whole gutter Lane became a deserted ruins. Black market businessmen and smugglers left here early and hid in other corners of the city to continue their "business".

But even if it turns into ruins, it doesn't mean that there will never be a person here.

Scavengers, beggars, greedy mercenaries... These people frequently patronized the ruins of gutters and alleys in the next few days, trying to find money and "lost treasures" from the collapsed houses and bodies;

Milton is one of them.

He is just a small beggar squeezed by the crutches gang in the civilian area in the south of the city. He lives on a few copper coins leaked from the beggar's head and hands every day. After the crutch Gang ended, he also became a "free" beggar with honor.

Unlike those mercenaries and scavengers who always come during the day, Milton only dares to come over at night and search and pick up to see if there is anything left on those bodies.

There are no lights in the gutter Lane in the night, only the moonlight above. Along the corner, the beggar Milton looked left and right like a mouse. After confirming that there was no one around, he slipped into a gate and was ready to go in and look for it.

Under the cold moonlight, the crutch Gang's base camp seemed to be a monster lying in the dark, which made Milton, who was surprised and afraid, swallow his saliva. His inner fear and greed drove his body at the same time, neither daring to move forward nor willing to leave.

Anyway, there are dead people inside. Dead people won't move, right?

With trembling hands and soft soles of his feet, Milton trembled close to the door of the house. The original door panel had long become pieces of the ground, leaving only an empty door hole there.

There was a dead gutter lane. Before entering the room, Milton, lying on the edge of the door, heard a strange sound, like someone was eating.

Which group of beggars have occupied this place? The frightened and confused Milton swallowed his saliva. He hasn't had a full meal for several days.

Maybe you can rub a piece of black bread or two and maybe broth or something?

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

The "beggars" lying on the floor are enjoying their dinner, chewing the broken meat and bones in their mouths, tearing the already cold bodies on the ground, and piling up leftover bones at their feet.

But this is not the most terrible. These "beggars" have no face!

On the bald head like an egg, there is only a mouth full of tusks, oozing plasma and meat foam!

And, and they are still "looking" at themselves!

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The bleak scream echoed in the dead gutter lane. Before the figure running away in the moonlight left, he was pressed to the ground, torn, bitten and ripped

Eaten.