Book of Gods and Demons

On the brightly lit street, except for a few ghostly patrols, no one is seen.

Its less than eleven oclock in the night. Put it in Normally. This is the most lively golden time in Tulum Harbor and the noisiest night life. Not to mention, does tonight belong to the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The curfew.

This is something that has never happened before in the history of Tulum Port.

The city hall jointly issued a curfew with the garrison, police station, and court. After nightfall, unless the military, police, or have a special permit, the citizens of Tulum Port are strictly prohibited from appearing on the streets.

Joe waved his baton in his hand and wandered down Silver Grape Street.

There are exquisite small buildings on both sides of the street. Each building has a large front garden. Every garden is kept clean and tidy, and the air is full of fragrant flowers.

The Port of Tulum is extremely rich because of overseas trade. Because of wealth, the artistic atmosphere here is also extremely strong.

In the small building where Joe walked, most likely there was music coming from. The sound of piano, violin, viola, cello, flute, reed pipe, and even the difficult harp flutters.

Despite the turmoil and people who were alarmed in Tulum Port these past two days, life continues.

Joe clicked his lips.

As'Joe', he appreciates such a relaxed and relaxed life atmosphere. In the past, he would even lie in front of the guardrail of the small building, impudent and boldly peep through the glass windows of the small building, peeping at the beautiful Young Lady who play musical instruments.

As the'Crimson'...

The'Crimson' marked by Laplace as the'Magic'!

'Crimson' hates this kind of peaceful and peaceful life, anger is brewing, and in the constant accumulation, Joe's blood energy is boiling and rolling. He is eager to fight, eager to fight, eager for the noisy heaven falls and earth rends, eager for bloody destruction and slaughter.

"Power!"

Joe mumbled the word in a low, muffled voice from deep in his throat.

This is not'Joe''s wish, but from'Blush', the deepest instinctive pursuit.

Powerful, powerful enough to crush everything and suppress everything. 'Blush' yearns for power, so now Joe is desperate for power.

"Laplace, how can I increase my strength the fastest? How can I complete the exercise of the sea of strength the fastest?" Joe finally couldn't help but asked this question in a low voice.

"Pharmaceuticals." Laplace's shrill voice resounded in Joe's mind, and there was a smile in his voice: "Crimson, I know you I cant control your crazily desire for power. After all, you are Crimson!"

Joe did not want to discuss the relationship between'Joe' and'Crimson', he whispered: "What kind of The medicine?"

"It is more refined, free of impurities, more energy per unit volume, easier to be absorbed, and less load on the sea of strength." Laplace smiled happily : "For example, the perfect sacred origin potion, I have the complete formula here."

"Money is valuable, knowledge is priceless, Laplace is very fair, the sacred origin potion, complete formula Only 10,000,000,000 gold marks!" Laplace smiled'zhi zhi', and again reminded Joe of the parrot fish gnawing on the coral reef.

Joe closed his mouth, and he was deeply shocked and continued to walk forward in despair.

As the most favored child of the Vito family, Joe gets a fixed amount of pocket money of 1,500 gold from Hessen every month. Using various coquettish methods, Joe can get additional subsidies ranging from 300 to 500 per month from Liya.

At the time of good luck, for example, this morning, Joe can get an extra amount of unexpected income from Hessian.

On average, Joe can get a monthly income of two thousand two thousand three hundred gold marks.

This part of the proceeds, and a large part of it, will be snatched away by Tifa's violent blackmail, and will be taken away by Weimar acting like a baby. In the end, Joe has only one thousand 500 gold coins on hand every month.

For an ordinary person, this is a huge sum. After all, the civilians at the bottom of the empire earn less than ten Gold Coins a year.

But Laplace said, a medicine recipe for a medicine costs 10,000,000,000 gold marks?

"If I eat it, will I become a god?" Joe was a little angry.

"Exactly correct, a divine origin potion with perfect proportions can make you the god of aloof and remote!" Laplace stretched his voice, using opera arias to speak loudly in Joe's mind Admired: "Being a god, isn't it worth 10,000,000,000 gold marks?"

Joe throws his hands away and speeds up his walking.

"Laplace, become a god? Can you have a more reliable statement? God, MiddleLand mainland glory calendar 1300 79 years, a full 1300 79 years, in MiddleLand mainland, the god has disappeared 1300 79 years."

"God, existence." Laplace insisted on selling to Joe: "You can't deny the existence of God and deny becoming a God just because you haven't seen God with your own eyes. Possibly. If God does not exist, why do you have so much blessing?"

After a cough, Laplace slowed down: "Okay, I see,'Crimson' is a poor ghost .So, the poor ghost'Crimson', come to a shining giant dragon potion?"

"1 billion gold mark, as long as 1 billion gold mark, you can get the shining giant dragon potion formula. With one dose, as long as you take a perfectly blended shining giant dragon potion, you will have a complete set of the power of the ancient giant dragon."

"Or, 100 million gold marks, burning Phoenix Potion?"

"Ah, poor ghost'Blush', then, 10,000,000 gold mark... I think about it, 10,000,000 gold mark, you can only get the formula of ordinary bronze Titan bloodline potion."

"I have to tell you, speak frankly, this potion is boring, it can only give you a certain amount of Titan power. Of course, as long as you take ten doses in a row, you can complete the power sea Perfect forging."

"Perfect, think about it?"

Joe touched his chest. The stack of banknotes he grabbed from Hessian in the morning, He was lying down in his pocket.

"I only have, probably, a thousand gold Mark. Laplace, it's up to you?"

Joe reported all his current possessions.

Laplaci did not say a word for a long time. After a long time, he sighed faintly: "Poor ghost. As a poor ghost, why should I care for you? But, you are'Crimson 'Ah, no one is more suitable to be my patron than you."

"Then, a thousand gold mark...pitiful a thousand gold mark...in Deren Imperial Capital, not enough Some peoples a thousand gold mark for a glass of wine..." Laplace said with a long voice, "Then, the formula of the flawless primary strength potion is a good thing ten times stronger than the inferior one you took yesterday. "

"That's it, the transaction is complete!"

Don't allow Joe to speak, the stack of banknotes on his chest turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared. In the green smoke, a palm A small bronze note of -size appeared quietly, with scarred writing on it, densely packed with the formula and preparation method of the primary strength potion.

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

He doesn't understand pharmacy, but the raw materials listed on this note, as well as the method of refining medicine, seem to be so pretty.

Suddenly, a large swath of cold sweat broke out on Joe's back.

He cursed in a low voice: "Laplace, damn Laplace, you only give the formula and the refining method, and I have to find a way to collect the materials and prepare the medicine... You said What is the cost of the potion worth 10,000,000,000 gold mark?"

Raplahi's dry response to Joe: "The material cost of the potion of Divine Origin, according to the current market price, will never More than 300 million gold marks. Of course, the preparation process may be a little bit more difficult. An epic pharmacist may have a 1% probability of success."

paused, La Plahigan said with a smile: "The preparation process , It may be a little dangerous. When the raw materials are high-energy condensed, if the proportion is wrong, there is a certain probability, about 80% of the probability of a big explosion."

1% success rate, which is 99% failure rate; Once it fails, there is an 80% probability of a big explosion. This means that even if an epic pharmacist prepares a potion of Holy Origin, there is an 80% chance of an explosion!

Joe was sweating in cold sweat: "Explosive formidable power?"

Laplace was silent again for a long time, and then he slowly said: "The entire Port of Tulum? hehe , Perhaps, it is connected to the three provinces around Tulum Port. After all, a potion of divine origin can create a god, and the potion contains a power comparable to Spiritual God. And the attack of a god can destroy a few Isnt this reasonable?"

Joe carefully placed the formula in his hand close to his body. This is a formula worth a thousand gold marks.

"So, is an epic pharmacist easy to find? I have never heard of the existence of an epic pharmacist." Joe sighed and continued to move forward.

"Of course you have never heard of it. Now there is no epic pharmacist in MiddleLand." Laplace said slowly: "The last epic pharmacist, let me think about it. He has also been dead for more than three thousand years."

Qiao's heart came up with a breath of malice. He greeted Lapu in the local dialect of Cassica, with a very bad language with a very local style. Rahi's mother.

At the end of Silver Grape Street, Joe stopped.

At the end of Silver Grape Street, this is the hardest hit area of the old fort shelling the night before.

A section of the street nearly a thousand feet long was completely turned into ruins. On the ground, there were a dozen huge craters that were enough to swallow a small building as a whole.

Several army soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms were standing on the side of the road smoking a cigarette. Seeing Joe walking over, a soldier spit out his cigarette, shook his head and sighed: "The benevolent Muteste is here. Fortunately, it was the night of Zhongqiu. There were not many people staying at home in this area."

Dark night, ruins, bomb craters, wearing iron gray uniforms, under the light of azure-white gas street lights, like a ghost. The soldiers of Shadow Son, all of this, seemed so illusory, just like a scene in a nightmare.

Joe stood by a huge crater and stared blankly for a while.

"The benevolent Muteste is here. Don't let me catch the crap, I will break their bones one by one." Joe clenched his fist and moved towards the soldiers loudly said.

"I hope so." A soldier spread his hands and shook the head: "Brothers has been busy for two consecutive days. The neighborhood has been thoroughly searched and nothing is found."

"I will catch them." Joe nodded to the soldier: "Wait and see."