On the brightly lit street, there were no more people except for a few patrolmen who were like ghosts.

It’s not even eleven o’clock at night, and on weekdays, this is the most lively golden time in Tulun Port and the noisiest nightlife. Not to mention, tonight is still a mid-autumn celebration?

curfew.

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

The city hall jointly issued a curfew with the troops, police stations, and courts. After nightfall, unless the troops, police, or have special passes, citizens of Tulun Port are strictly prohibited from appearing on the streets.

Joe shook the baton in his hand and walked on Silver Grape Street.

The street is lined with exquisite small buildings. Each building has a large front garden. Each garden is clean and tidy, with a rich fragrance of flowers flowing in the air.

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

In the small building where Qiao walked, there were music coming. Piano, violin, viola, cello, flute, reed, and even a difficult harp sound came.

Although Tulun Port has been in panic and panic in the past two days, life continues.

Joe slashed his mouth.

As ‘Joe’, he admired such a relaxed and leisurely life atmosphere. In the past, he would even lie in front of the guardrail of the small building, and boldly peek at the beautiful ladies playing musical instruments through the glass windows of the small building.

As a ‘crystal’…

The 'crilled red' by Laplacie!

"Scarlet" hates this peaceful and peaceful life. His anger is brewing and accumulating. Qiao's blood is boiling and rolling. He longs for battle, fight, the noisy sky and the earth are shattering, and the bloody destruction and massacre.

"strength!"

Joe mumbled the word from deep in his throat.

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

Powerful, enough to crush everything and suppress everything. "Scarlet" longs for power, so now Joe is extremely eager for power.

"Laplahi, how can I improve my strength as fast as possible? How can I complete the exercise of the sea of ​​strength as fast as possible?" Qiao finally couldn't help but whispered to ask this question.

"Pharm." Laplacie's sharp and delicate voice sounded in Joe's mind, and his voice had an unconcealed smile: "Scarlet, I knew that you could not control your crazy desire for power. After all, you are Scarlet!"

Joe was unwilling to discuss the relationship between 'Jo' and 'Crimson' again, and he whispered: "What kind of potion?"

"More essence, no impurities, contains more energy per unit volume, is easier to absorb, and has a smaller load on the sea of ​​power." Laplacie smiled happily: "For example, the perfect sacred origin potion, I have a complete formula here."

"Money has a price, knowledge is priceless, and the omniscient Laplacie is very fair. The sacred origin potion is the complete formula for only one hundred billion gold marks!" Laplacie smiled, reminding Joe of the parrot fish gnawing on the coral reefs again.

Qiao shut up and was deeply hit and continued to walk forward with a dejected look.

As the most favored child of the Vitu family, Joe can get a fixed amount of 1,500 goldmark pocket money from Hessen every month. Using various tricks of acting coquettishly, Joe can get additional subsidies ranging from 300 to 500 from Leah every month.

When you are lucky, for example, this morning, Joe can get an additional unfixed amount of unexpected income from Hessen.

On average, Joe can get two thousand two three hundred goldmarks a month.

A large part of this income will be violently blackmailed and taken away by Tifa, and will be taken away by Weima, who acts cutely. In the end, Joe has only 1,500 gold coins on hand every month.

For ordinary people, this is a huge sum of money. After all, the civilians at the bottom of the empire earn less than ten gold coins a year.

But Laplacie said that the prescription for a dose will cost 10 billion gold marks?

"Will I become a god after eating it?" Joe was a little angry.

"It's perfectly correct, a perfectly matched sacred origin potion can make you a god who is high above!" Laplaciani raised his voice and exclaimed loudly in Joe's mind with an opera aria: "Isn't it worth a hundred billion golden marks to be a god?"

Joe shook his hands away and speeded up his walking speed.

"Laplahi, become a God? Can you have a more reliable statement? God, the glory of the Medland continent has lasted 1,379 years, and the entire 1,379 years. In the Medland continent, God has disappeared for 1,379 years."

"God, exist." Laplacie persisted in selling to Joe: "You can't deny the existence of God and the possibility of becoming God just because you have never seen God with your own eyes. If God does not exist, how could you have so much favor?"

After coughing, Laplacie slowed down: "Okay, I understand, 'Scarlet' is a poor man. So, 'Scarlet', let's get a shining dragon potion?"

"Billion Golden Mark, just one billion Golden Mark, you can get the formula of the shining dragon potion. One dose, just take the next perfectly harmonious shining dragon potion, and you can have a complete power of the ancient dragon."

"Or, one hundred million gold marks, the burning phoenix potion?"

"Ah, the poor man 'scry', then, ten million gold marks... I think about it, ten million gold marks, you can only get the formula of ordinary bronze Titan blood potion."

"We must tell you, to be honest, this potion is useless, 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 perfect forging of the Sea of ​​Power."

"It's perfect, think about it carefully?"

Joe touched his chest, and the stack of bills he snatched from Hesen's hand in the morning was lying in his pocket.

"I only have, probably, a thousand gold Mark Laplaci, do you think so?"

Qiao reported all his current belongings.

Laplacie didn't say anything for a long time. After a long time, he sighed quietly: "Poor ghost. As a poor ghost, why should I favor you? But you are 'Scarlet', no one is more suitable to be my favorer than you."

"Then, a thousand gold mark... the poor thousand gold mark... in the Deren Capital, a thousand gold mark that is not enough for some people to make a glass of wine..." Laplacian laid his voice and sighed: "Then, the formula of the flawless primary power potion is ten times better than the inferior goods you took yesterday."

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

Without allowing Qiao to speak, the stack of bills on his chest turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared. In the blue smoke, a small bronze note of palm-sized paper quietly appeared, and the formula and preparation method of the primary power potion were densely written in crimson writing.

Qiao stopped, stood under the street light, took out the note and looked carefully.

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

Suddenly, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on Qiao's back.

He cursed in a low voice: "Laplahi, damn Laplahi, you only give formulas and refining methods. I also have to find a way to collect materials and prepare potions... What are the costs of the potions worth 10 billion goldmarks?"

Laplaciani responded to Joe: "The material cost of the sacred origin agent, according to the current market price, will not exceed 300 million gold marks. Of course, the preparation process may be more difficult, and the epic pharmacist may have a one-percent chance of success."

After a pause, Laplacie smiled dryly and said, "The preparation process may be a bit dangerous. When the raw materials are condensed with high energy, if the proportions are wrong, there is a certain probability, and there is about 80% chance of a big explosion."

A success rate of one percent, that is, a failure rate of ninety-nine percent; and once it fails, there is an 80% chance of a big explosion. This means that even if an epic pharmacist takes action and prepares the sacred origin potion, there is an 80% chance of an explosion!

Qiao was sweating all over: "The power of the explosion?"

Laplacie was silent for a long time again, and then he slowly said: "The entire Tulun Port? Haha, maybe, it must be connected to the three provinces around Tulun Port. After all, a dose of divine origin can create a god, and the potion contains power comparable to a god. Isn't it reasonable for a god's attack to destroy several provinces?"

Joe carefully put the formula in his hand close to his body, which is a recipe worth a thousand gold mark.

"So, is it easy to find an epic pharmacist? I have never heard of an epic pharmacist like this." Joe breathed and continued to walk forward.

"Of course you haven't heard of it. There are no epic pharmacists in the entire Medland now." Laplacie said slowly: "The last epic pharmacist, let me think about it, has been dead for more than three thousand years."

Qiao felt anger surged in his heart. He greeted Laplacie's mother in a local dialect of Jiasica and a bad swear word with a very local style.

At the end of Silver Grape Street, Joe stopped.

At the end of Yin Grape Street, this is the hardest hit area of ​​old forts the night before yesterday.

The section of street nearly a thousand feet long has completely turned into ruins. On the ground, there are more than a dozen huge craters that can swallow a small building up to be extremely dazzling.

Several army soldiers in iron-gray uniforms were standing by the roadside smoking. When they saw Joe coming, a soldier spat out a cigarette and shook his head and sighed: "The kind Muteste is above. Fortunately it was the night of mid-autumn, and there were not many people staying at home."

The dark night, ruins, craters, wearing iron-gray uniforms, and under the blue and white lights of gas street lights, they are like soldiers with ghost shadows. All of this seems so illusory, just like a scene in a nightmare.

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

"The kind Muteste is above. Don't let me catch those crumbs, I will break their bones one by one." Joe clenched his fists and shouted at the soldiers.

"I hope so." A soldier spread his hands and shook his head: "Brothers have been busy for two consecutive days. The nearby block has been thoroughly searched, and nothing has been found."
Chapter completed!