Directly using a large number of secret pills to forcibly improve is not very good for future cultivation. But if you take it after a lot of training like Du Yueming, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Secret elixirs like flame elixirs are also very simple to use, just drink them and you're done.

Du Yueming pulled out the cork on the glass bottle, and did not drink it in a hurry, but sniffed it first.

Note that you don't smell it directly with your nose, but use one hand to gently stir the air at the mouth of the bottle to smell it. Du Yueming's knowledge of chemistry came in handy here.

It turns out that Du Yueming's habit is right, although there is a distance away, the smell of incitement is really pungent. The smell was spicy at first, followed by a strong lava smell, which was very pungent.

If he had heard it directly just now, Du Yueming would definitely maintain the image of a red-nosed clown for several days to come.

"This thing smells like this, and the taste of drinking it ......" Du Yueming gently shook the liquid in the glass bottle, stared at it for a long time, and looked embarrassed.

Alas. What is this in order to be stronger?

Du Yueming gritted his teeth and finally drank it all in one gulp.

It felt like drinking super-high spirits, with countless sharp knives slashing through your throat and a pungent spicy and charcoal flavor in your mouth.

"I felt like I was drinking lava with so many chili peppers. I really didn't expect the alchemist to make something that smelled like this. Even if his tongue was swept away by a strange smell, he couldn't stop Du Yueming from complaining with his tongue.

It's hard to drink, but the effect of this flame elixir is really good.

Du Yueming's training mode in the chaotic space is very strict, and almost every day is approaching the limit of his fighting energy, so his fighting spirit has not been replenished these days, and the next round of training will soon start after a little filling. Within just half a day of taking this flame elixir, the fighting qi in his body was extremely full and vaguely strengthened, and at the same time, that fighting qi was more real for the strengthening of the body.

Du Yueming felt that his body was unprecedentedly comfortable, but what he didn't know was that the effect brought by the flame elixir was at least worth a month of penance for ordinary people in the outside world.

"Although the secret medicine is a little hard to drink, the effect seems to be really great. Du Yueming exhaled slowly and said. He had been sitting cross-legged on the bed for a morning of fighting energy, and the effectiveness of the flame elixir had almost been absorbed by him.

Du Yueming stretched, his stomach suddenly screamed, and he realized that he seemed to have not eaten for a long time. Just in the afternoon I went out to run some errands and have something to eat. Hungry, he immediately changed his clothes, called Shang Delin, and drove his black classic car to Richter Street.

The two found a good restaurant, and they were all reincarnated by hungry ghosts. After the strength was improved, Du Yueming seemed to have a great increase in appetite, and he actually killed nearly 10 catties of veal steak by himself, as well as a large barrel of draft beer, and finally ate some dessert.

This amount of food shocked him. Could it be that the amount of cultivation of Dou Qi is directly proportional to the amount of food......? In this case, how much do those legendary powerhouses have to eat in a day? No, it shouldn't be, look at Rison and Lin Yuetong are not quite slim.

After eating, Du Yueming gave Fang Delin a small bag of gold coins, indicating that he could walk around Lixi Street to buy things, Du Yueming was so generous, Fang Delin did not refuse, he did have some things he wanted to buy.

After the arrangement, Du Yueming left alone, and now he has to make good use of the gold coins in his hand to do things.

If you don't make good use of money, it's just a number in your hand. This is Du Yueming's consistent view, in the past, he didn't spend money just because he didn't have money, but now it's different.

Fabilon College is not far from Richey Street, and after Du Yueming parked his car, it didn't take long to walk there.

Unlike the black stone road on the street, the road to the college gate has been upgraded in marble, neatly paved, with two straight rows of acacia on the outside of the road, and a smooth and clean lawn on the outside. The carved metal gate is open, and inside the gate, spired buildings are lined up.

Du Yueming's destination is the Holy School Office, which is actually the School of Higher Education, because places like the college are generally connected with the church, so the name Holy Spirit is not strange at all.

"These damn vampires, one place actually costs 200 gold. God knows how much oil and water you've looted layer by layer. Du Yueming, who walked out of the Holy School Office, immediately put away the hypocritical smile on his face and cursed in a low voice. At the same time, he had an extra envelope in his hand.

"Oh, you must know that there are strict rules for the academy's enrollment every year, and not everyone can be so lucky to have such a good cultivation and learning opportunity. ”

"We only admit students from aristocratic families, so it's quite a hassle to get a school registration. What a sacred name for the Babylon Academy! You know, it's not like the charity worship schools that the Church runs outside, which only train mechanics or low-level clerical workers, while we train great magicians, warrior knights, or great alchemists......"

"Two hundred gold coins, this price is very reasonable, I don't think it's expensive at all. ”

The clergyman in the white robe of the Holy School Office, full of fat brains, fooled people, and the appearance when he was full of prices seems to be vivid.

Du Yueming cursed a few words, and didn't bother to dwell on it anymore. He has money, but money won't be blown by the wind...... Wait, Du Yueming's money seems to be similar to the wind blowing, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a lot better. I have to say, this guy is really cheap.

Fang Delin's enrollment problem is solved. In fact, Du Yueming believes that as long as he talks to Lisen, he should also do it with absolute efficiency. But he didn't really want to associate Fang Delin with Reesen. Through the contact in the past few days, he instinctively felt that this so-called heir is definitely not so simple, and what he will come into contact with in the future must be a larger and more mysterious world, so the fewer irrelevant people the better.

......

Richey Street. There is a machinery shop.

The decoration of "Youjia Machinery Shop" is quite elegant, the doors are wooden, the floor is wooden, and even the counters are wooden, you must know that in this era of alchemy machinery is extremely developed, the price of wood products can be more expensive than alloys. The wood used in this shop is obviously not ordinary, the color of the floor and doors looks deep and textured, and the log grain of the high counters looks so comfortable.

In addition to clocks and watches, there are also many punk-style exaggerated mechanical parts, bearings, gears, clockwork, and even small steam engines.

The store is not large, full of things, cluttered but not messy, and the whole store looks like a complex and sophisticated retro machine under the decoration of these style elements.

The owner is a middle-aged man with a big beard and a bit of fat. His beard grew up and down, and in his thick beard was only a slit mouth, and his hair was curly, and his face was oily, so that the appearance of time was even more on his face. He was doing business standing on a bench behind the counter with a map of the world behind him.

But even with the blessing of a tall wooden bench, the height of the boss's body is not as high as that of ordinary people. There is no doubt that this is not a human but a dwarf, and the machines produced by the dwarves have an absolute reputation on the continent, and they have been the most prestigious alchemists on the continent for thousands of years.

"The little guy with round glasses just now has a really good eye, and as soon as he came, he fell in love with those two pseudo-Mithril components. It's also very cunning, knows its value, and bargains with me. But fortunately, I didn't let him get too much bargain. The dwarven shopkeeper, Poppy, took great pleasure in handling the dozen or so yellow gold coins in his hand, and then let them slip steadily into his bulging pocket.

Today's turnover pleased Bobby, and the drunken dwarf filled himself with another glass.

It would be nice to have more money-rich idiots, and turn all the gold in their pockets into their own pockets, which is a wonderful thing to think about, so that they may be able to earn enough as soon as possible and then return to their hometown and exile to the mainland for retirement. Poppy, who was drinking, touched his pocket affectionately and immediately began to imagine.

"The great god of machinery is above, let the human fools not be less, the more the better, let the battle between the human race and the dark race not stop, let my pockets become more and more bulging. Poppy prayed in her heart as she enjoyed her wine.

A black vintage car slowly stopped in front of a mechanical shop.

Although alchemy machinery is highly developed today, not everyone can afford to drive a car.

The price of a car is at least a thousand gold coins, and the annual cost of burning energy vapor is not a small amount.

It will be a big patron, and it seems that it is a lot of gold coins. Boss Bobby was overjoyed, and quickly jumped off the bench, his slightly wrinkled old face bloomed with a smile like Qiu Ju, and he trotted all the way, his eyes flashed with the most pious light for gold coins, and he was going out to greet him in person.