Chapter 24

There was no one in the brightly lit street except for a few ghostly patrols.

It is not eleven o'clock in the evening. It is the most busy and noisy golden time in port Tulun. Not to mention, tonight is still a mid autumn festival?

Curfew.

This is something that has never happened in the history of port Tulun.

The city hall, together with the garrison, the police station and the court, jointly issued the curfew. After nightfall, unless the army, police or have a special pass, citizens of port Tulun are strictly prohibited from appearing on the streets.

Joe, waving his baton, walked down the street of silver grapes.

On both sides of the street are delicate small buildings, each building has a large area of front garden, each garden is clean and tidy, the air is filled with fragrance of flowers.

Because of overseas trade, port Tulun is extremely rich. Because of the wealth, the artistic atmosphere here is also extremely rich.

In nine out of ten of the small buildings where Joe walked, music came. Piano, violin, Viola, cello, flute, clarinet, and even the sound of a rather difficult harp.

Although the two days in port Tulun are full of panic and panic, life continues.

Joe smacked his mouth.

As Joe, he appreciates the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere of life. In the past, he would even lie down in front of the guardrail of the small building, boldly and boldly peep through the glass window of the small building to peep at the beautiful girls who play musical instruments.

As "scarlet"

"Crimson" as "supernatural" by Laplacian!

"Scarlet" hated this peaceful and peaceful life. Her anger was brewing and accumulating, and Joe's blood was boiling and rolling. He was eager to fight, to fight, to make the sky shatter, and to kill with blood.

"Power!"

Joe mumbled the word from the bottom of his throat.

This is not Joe's wish, but the deepest instinct of scarlet.

Strong enough to crush everything and suppress everything. "Crimson" is eager for power, so now Joe is eager for strength.

"Laplacian, how can I improve my strength the fastest? How can I finish the exercise of strength sea as soon as possible Joe finally couldn't help asking the question in a low voice.

"Potions." "Scarlet, I knew you couldn't control your crazy desire for power - hope. After all, you are scarlet

Joe did not want to discuss the relationship between Joe and scarlet. He asked in a low voice, "what kind of medicine?"

"More refined, no impurities, more energy per unit volume, more easily absorbed, and less load on the sea of strength." "For example, the perfect divine origin potion, I have a complete recipe here," laplaci said

"Money is valuable, knowledge is priceless. Laplaci, the omniscient, is very fair. The Holy Origin potion only needs 10 billion gold marks for complete formula." Laplaci chuckled and reminded jollian of the parrot fish eating coral reefs again.

Joe closed his mouth and, devastated, he moved on dejectedly.

Mark's five hundred a month's allowance from the black Watson family. By using all kinds of coquetry, Joe can get extra subsidies ranging from 300 to 500 a month from Leah.

When he's lucky, like this morning, Joe gets an extra windfall from Hessen.

On average, Joe gets two or three hundred gold marks a month.

This part of the income, and a large part of it, will be robbed by Tifa's violent blackmail, and will be taken away by Weima's coquettish and cute girl. In the end, Joe had only 1500 gold coins a month.

After all, this is not a huge sum of money for ordinary people in the bottom of the Empire.

But laplaci said that a prescription for a medicine costs 10 billion gold marks?

"Will I become a god if I eat it?" Joe was a little annoyed.

"Absolutely right, a perfectly proportioned divine origin potion can make you a God above all else!" Laplacilla lengthened his voice and exclaimed in Joe's mind with an opera aria: "isn't it worth ten billion gold marks to be a God?"

Joe threw his hands away and quickened his walk.

"Laplacian, God? Can you tell me something more reliable? God, the glory of medland is 1379 years. In medland, God has disappeared for 1379 years

"God, existence." "You can't deny the existence of God and the possibility of becoming a God just because you haven't seen God with your own eyes," laplaci continued. If God doesn't exist, why do you care so much? "

With a cough, laplaci slowed down his voice: "well, I see, scarlet is a pauper. So, the poor man "crimson", a shining Dragon potion"Billion gold mark, only one billion gold mark, you can get the formula of shining Dragon potion. One dose, as long as you take a perfect blend of brilliant dragon potion, you can have a complete Archaean dragon power

"Or, 100 million gold marks, the burning Phoenix potion?"

"Ah, the poor" scarlet ", then, ten million gold marks I think, 10 million gold marks, you can only get the formula of ordinary bronze Titan's blood medicine. "

"I have to tell you, to tell you the truth, this potion is not powerful, it can only give you some Titan power. Of course, as long as you take ten doses in a row, you can complete the perfect forging of the sea of strength. "

"It's perfect. Think about it?"

Joe felt his chest, and the stack of bills he had snatched from Hessen this morning was lying in his pocket.

"I only have, about, a thousand gold marks. Laplacian, do as you see fit? "

Joe reported all that he had now.

Laplaci didn't say a word for a long time. After a long time, he sighed: "poor man. As a poor man, why should I care for you? However, you are scarlet. No one is more suitable to be my patron than you

"Well, a thousand gold marks Poor one thousand gold mark In the city of drendi, there is not enough money for a glass of wine for some people... " Laplacilla lengthened her voice and sighed, "well, the formula of the flawless primary strength potion is ten times better than the inferior one you took yesterday."

"That's it. The deal is done!"

When Qiao didn't open his mouth, the stack of banknotes on his chest turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. In the smoke, a small bronze strip of paper the size of a palm appeared quietly, on which the formula and deployment method of primary strength medicament were densely written in scarlet handwriting.

Joe stopped, stood under the street lamp, took out the note and looked at it carefully.

He didn't know pharmaceutics, but the raw materials listed on the note and the methods of making medicine seemed to be so impressive.

All of a sudden, a cold sweat came out of Joe's back.

He swore in a low voice: "laplaci, damned laplaci, you only give the formula and refining method, and I have to find a way to collect materials and make medicine What is the cost of the 10 billion gold mark medicine you said? "

Laplaci responded dryly to Joe: "the material cost of the divine origin potion, at the current market price, will not exceed 300 million gold marks. Of course, the preparation process may be a little more difficult, and epic pharmacists may have a one percent chance of success. "

After a pause, Laplacian said with a dry smile: "the preparation process may be a bit dangerous. When raw materials are condensed with high energy, if the proportion is wrong, there is a certain probability, about 80% probability, of a big explosion. "

One percent success rate is 99 percent failure rate, and if it fails, there is 80 percent probability of a big bang. This means that even if an epic pharmacist makes a divine origin potion, there is an 80% chance that it will explode!

Joe was in a cold sweat: "explosive power?"

Laplaci was silent again for a long time, and then he said slowly, "the whole port of Toulon? Hehe, maybe it will connect with the three provinces around the port of Tulun. After all, a dose of divine origin can create a God, which contains the power comparable to the spirit. Is it not reasonable for a God to attack and destroy several provinces? "

Joe put the formula in his hand carefully, which was worth a thousand marks.

"So, is epic pharmacist easy to find? I've never heard of epic pharmacists. " Joe took a breath and went on.

"Of course you haven't heard of it. There's no epic pharmacist in medland right now." "The last epic pharmacist, let me think, has been dead for more than 3000 years," laplaci said slowly

Joe's heart was filled with malice, and he said hello to Laplacian's mother in the local dialect of Garcia, with a very local language.

Joe, stop at the end of the Silver Street.

At the end of silver grape street, this is the area where the old Fort shelled the night before yesterday.

Nearly 1000 feet long, a section of the street, completely turned into ruins, on the ground, more than a dozen huge craters, enough to swallow a small building, were extremely dazzling.

Several army soldiers in iron gray uniforms were standing by the roadside smoking. When they saw Joe coming, one of the soldiers took a puff of smoke, shook his head and sighed, "merciful muteste is on. Fortunately, it is mid autumn night. There are not many people left at home in this area."

Night, ruins, craters, dressed in iron gray uniform, under the blue and white light of the gas street lamp, like the ghost shadow of soldiers, all these are so illusory, just like the scene in a nightmare.

Joe stood by a huge crater and looked at it for a while.

"Good muteste. Don't let me catch those scum, I'll break their bones one by one. " Joe clenched his fist and cried to the soldiers."I hope so." One of the soldiers spread out his hands and shook his head: "the brothers have been busy for two consecutive days. The neighborhood has been thoroughly searched, and nothing has been found."

"I'll catch them." Joe nodded to the soldier, "wait and see."

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