Mystic Holy See

With 5 kinds of potions with different functions, Aldrich's combat ability will be significantly improved in a short period of time, but the superposition of potions is too harmful. If it is not a fatal crisis, Aldridge will not use two at the same time. one or more potions.

Another small problem is that Aldrich is not sure how long these potions can be stored, and this needs to be observed slowly.

The 'clicker' in his mind can't answer all questions. Aldridge has experimented many times. Whether the potion is ready-to-use or ready-to-use or similar, Guangquan never responds.

Fortunately, the ready-to-use type and the ready-to-use type are relatively easy to distinguish. The potion prepared by Aldrich has not changed in an hour, so it is more likely that it is the ready-to-use type.

Of course, if there is a certain potion that is only valid for three or two days, Aldridge can only use money to buy a lesson.

……

In the evening, Milanese restaurant.

This is a top restaurant located in the western district of Huodu. It has a very good reputation in Huodu. Many celebrities and nobles dine here every day.

Noble service, exquisite and delicious dishes, quiet and elegant environment, this is undoubtedly a high-consumption restaurant. Ordinary people may not come here once in a lifetime.

It's not just money. If a person does not have enough noble manners and dress, he will be politely blocked by the waiter if he wants to enter here.

The waiter on duty in front of the restaurant and bar today is named Jack Speen, a very ordinary name, but he doesn't think he is an ordinary person.

Although he came from a poor background and his parents were ordinary salarymen, Jack was smart enough since he was a child, and he honed his smooth handling skills at a young age.

He was also lucky. The passerby he helped by chance turned out to be the chef of the Milan restaurant. He took advantage of this small relationship to come to Milan restaurant to receive waiter training. It is now his second year as an official waiter.

Jack is very clean and handsome. Perhaps because of this reason, he receives more tips than others. At present, he can get more weekly salary and tips than his parents combined each week.

He is very satisfied with his current life.

Jack served every guest who came to dine in a decent manner. His expressions and actions were perfect, and there was absolutely no rudeness. Although he knew that those people would not give him even one more look because of this,

"It will be 10 o'clock in 2 hours. I can finally go home and sleep."

Jack thought with high spirits, he has no female companion, and his favorite thing every day is to sleep.

At this time, he saw a man with long blond hair draped around his waist and wearing a gorgeous dress slowly walking towards the door, his footsteps were steady and his posture was in place. Jack could roughly judge the price of that dress at a glance. 20 kinnars.

A man with money and decent manners, even if he has a weird hairstyle, must be qualified to be a guest at the restaurant.

So Jack bowed humbly, opened the door for the man, and said softly in a tone he had trained countless times, "Welcome."

The man came to the door and stopped suddenly, which made Jack's heart skip a beat, and he quickly thought about whether he had done something wrong.

The man slowly raised his right hand, gently lifted Jack's chin when the cold sweat dripped from his back, pulled him from a bent posture to an upright position, and chuckled in a neutral voice: "What a handsome young man."

Is it possible that you have encountered a metamorphosis?

Jack drummed in his heart, his eyes lowered and he didn't dare to look randomly, but he still inadvertently noticed that the man's nails were royal blue.

Is it really a metamorphosis...

"You complimented you." Jack could only reply like this, forcing his expression to hold.

"Ha ha."

The man seemed to find it interesting, laughed again, raised his hand and gently stroked Jack's face, and then finally left.

"Call."

Jack exhaled very slightly, not daring to show a too obvious relaxed posture. At this time, two more guests came over, and he hurriedly repeated his previous actions.

Just the moment he bent down, he was still thinking: Who is that gentleman...

The long-haired man walked into the dining bar, waved his hand casually to refuse the waiter's guidance, walked slowly to a table covered with a beautiful white tablecloth, and sat down opposite a middle-aged man.

In front of the man is a half-eaten steak, which is about 5 mature in terms of fineness. At this time, his knife and fork are not in hand, because he is holding a pipe in his hand, and he is spitting out a mouthful of dirty smoke. , However, he said nothing to the long-haired man sitting down.

A delicate-looking waitress came to the side, and the long-haired man said directly, "Give me the same, 3 mature."

The waitress stepped back respectfully, without making any strange sign of the man's choice.

"While enjoying top-quality steak, smoking, Herac, you're really wasting your time."

The man leaned back on the seat and said playfully.

The nicotine in cigarettes will affect people's sense of taste to a certain extent. Few gentlemen choose to smoke during meals. Even the surrounding tables are empty, which is obviously a decent arrangement by the waiter.

The man named Herac took a breath again, didn't care what he said, and said lightly, "I don't care about what I eat."

"Haha, uninteresting man." The long-haired man made a bold comment, and then said, "Tell me, what are you looking for from me today?"

Herak raised his pupils and said, "Your people have been arrested."

It's not an inquiry, just the tone of the fact.

"Well, a new-born killer ferret is too tender."

Herac put down his pipe and said indifferently, "But it's not the same time as we agreed."

The long-haired man said directly: "We will send someone again."

Herac didn't say anything, but instead asked, "Why didn't you kill everyone yesterday?"

The long-haired man pouted and said, "We are not like you. How dare we provoke them too much when we are weak?"

"Rubbish."

"Hey! It's too much!"

"Rubbish."

"...Damn, I hate honest men like you the most."

Herac was silenced by this sentence for a few seconds~www.wuxiaspot.com~ before he said, "The frequency of attacking is higher, and it is concentrated in the Rolle area."

The long-haired man gave him a deep look and said, "As long as you remember to promise us."

Herak stood up and said, "You will pay for this bill."

and then left.

The long-haired man's mouth twitched, feeling that he was disgusted by this **** guy.

……

The next morning, Aldrich spent 2 copper nars on his way to the Alva Fighting Hall to buy two newspapers, one for The Voice of Wagner and the other for the Hordo Daily.

But Aldridge did not expect that the front page of today's newspapers, whether it is "Wagner's Voice" or "Hodu Daily", is not the good news that the serial murder case was solved, but another more sensational news-Fair Luo. Master Wiseman's latest design "The Chant of the Wind Spirit" has been stolen!

The incident happened in Huodu, and Aldridge grinned in surprise. Some time ago, he was holding a prosperous exhibition, but it was stolen in just a few days?

The Shuangyue Church, which is in charge of the guard duty, is now a shame.

After taking a few casual glances, Aldridge turned to other pages without interest, and finally found the news he was looking for on the second page of "Hodu Daily", titled "Serial Killer Arrested! Huo Du finds peace again! ".

In terms of the content, he praised the Church of the Earth Goddess eloquently. The words are gorgeous and sincere. Anyone who has seen it will probably have a good impression of the Church of the Earth Goddess.

Maybe the editor-in-chief of "Huodu Daily" is a believer of the Mother Earth...

"The Voice of Wagner" has no news about this serial murder case. After all, it is a national newspaper, and it is normal to use no pen and ink.

Aldridge folded the newspaper and continued to the Alva Fighting Hall.