The Extraordinary Earl

Luther's knowledge about the Shadow Council was obtained from that boy Newton.

During the time on the Phoenix Planet, Newton frequently discussed these matters with Luther.

That "Bat Crest" was also given to Luther by Newton, otherwise he would not be able to reach this mercenary planet.

And what Newton instilled in Luther was that if you want to survive in the Shadow Council, you must never be low-key, but you must be high-profile.

A low-key but powerful person may be considered a weakling and eventually be swallowed up by a pack of wolves.

Wolves will be afraid of people who are high-profile and powerful.

The guests sitting in this bar are all sharks and wolves. Luther saw many people who were transformed by machines or people who were transformed by biological blood. Many of them were weird guys.

Even if there were normal people, they probably wouldn't be good people.

The people of the Shadow Council are all lunatics. In pursuit of power, the people of the Shadow Council will do anything.

Reality!

cruel!

The weak eat the strong!

Luther actually hated it here. Humans are humans and beasts are beasts. When people yearn for the law of the jungle and become beasts, they are no longer human.

But Luther has no intention of changing this place, nor does he have the strength. He just looked for Newton and inquired about the enhanced genetic potion to solve the problem of Phoenix bloodline.

They come, the security.

Luther walked past the tables in a dignified manner, and calmly arrived at the bar under the gaze of the wolves. After sitting down, Luther looked at the beautiful lady in front of him.

A lady with a hot body, cool clothes, and a royal-sister style. The lady was still holding a cigarette in her mouth and puffing away smoke from time to time.

Luther looked at the woman, and the woman looked at Luther.

Luther smiled and said: "Miss Anne, please give me a glass of 'Lizard Venom'."

Lizard venom.

A liquid that can be called a magic potion, wine, or poison. Its main ingredient is the venom of a desert viper produced on this mercenary planet.

Yes, the name is lizard venom, but it is the venom of a poisonous snake.

This venom is very deadly. When mixed with magic potion, it becomes poisonous wine, "lizard venom."

This is a deadly wine, and those who drink it are most likely to die from gastrointestinal rot. But the magical thing is that if the person who drinks alcohol does not die, he can obtain intermediate "toxin immunity".

However, it is not unusual to obtain intermediate toxin immunity through this method. Because of this "lizard venom", even some high-level knights cannot handle it.

Is it possible to bear it or not?

This is a multiple choice question. If you can bear it, you will be immune. If you can't bear it, you're doomed.

There are many ways to obtain intermediate toxin immunity. Why take the risk and use this method to obtain it?

But this kind of wine is still very popular on the mercenary planet. Because being able to drink this kind of wine means that this person is very powerful.

This is a wine that demonstrates strength and status.

Very suitable for hanging out in strange bars and having drinks ordered by strangers. When Luther ordered "Lizard Venom", quite a few of the sharks withdrew their eyes, and the remaining ones planned to see if Luther could resist this "Venomous Snake Lizard".

"Ten thousand gold coins," Miss Anne said.

"Huh." Luther released the 10,000 gold coins in the space ring on the table. Miss Anne collected the gold and started mixing drinks.

This is venom, wine mixed with potions.

The strength of the bartender needs to be considered. Miss Anne was obviously very capable. After a dazzling bartending, Miss Anne gave Luther a transparent wine glass and poured out a full glass of black wine.

It was as black as ink and filled with small bubbles, like a poisonous swamp. But it smelled like wine, which was very strange.

Luther smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Then he said without changing his expression: "Miss Anne, I want to find Sauron, Dark Sauron."

One, two, three, five seconds!

If he didn't die for five seconds, he would be fine.

After Luther drank for five seconds, all eyes that were paying attention to Luther withdrew. He was a powerful knight, at least in the area of ​​the crimson bar. He was a powerful knight.

If you can't mess with it, then there is no point in continuing to pay attention.

And the name of the other person also shocked them.

Dark Sauron! ! !

This is also a powerful elite intermediate knight.

Miss Anne's eyes flickered after hearing Luther's words. Then he put away the wine glass and placed it on the plate. Said: "Ten gold coins, I will deliver the news for you. But I don't know if he can see you."

"Tell him, Luther, that Pompeii is coming to him," Luther said.

"Okay." Miss Anne nodded, turned around and explained to another bartender, walked out of the bar with her plump butt, and headed to the second floor.

"I still like plump women." Luther withdrew his eyes and thought to himself.

The Crimson Bar and Miss Anne were also what Newton told him.

The Crimson Bar is a reputable bar and provides a safe place for many people to stay.

safer.

Because from time to time, there are still residents who might kill their neighbors or something.

At this moment, Luther's body changed.

The Spirit is closely monitoring this change.

"The owner drank the lizard venom, and his body has changed. He is gaining intermediate immunity to toxins."

A glass of poisonous wine gave Luther an intermediate level of poison immunity. The price is only 10,000 gold coins. For a man as wealthy as Luther, it was a great deal.

Not long after, Miss Anne came back with her small waist twisted. The high heels and wooden stairs made a crisp sound, like beautiful music.

"Follow me," Miss Anne said to Luther.

"Okay, ma'am." Luther stood up, bowed to Miss Anne, and followed her elegantly and calmly. The two walked through the second floor and arrived at the third floor.

Old corridor, but clean and tidy. Both sides of the corridor are covered with rooms. They were numbered, 301, 302 and so on.

There are twenty rooms.

Miss Anne took Luther to the outside of Room 308, and Miss Anne knocked on the door.

"Wait a moment." Newton's voice sounded from inside the door. Miss Anne smiled at Luther and said, "Please do so." Then she twisted her waist and left.

Luther waited for a moment, and Newton, who was enveloped in dark fighting spirit, opened the door and let Luther walk in.

The room was very small, with only a bed, a desk, and nothing else, not even a window.

Luther frowned, because at this time Newton had dissipated the dark fighting spirit on his body, revealing a face as pale as paper hidden in the darkness.

"Are you injured?" Luther asked.