There is never love for no reason in the world, there is no hate for no reason, and there is no so-called "free lunch".

From the very beginning, Zhang Cheng made up his mind to use Gracie, so he provided free accommodation, food, and even money.

Otherwise, with his character, he will not let any stranger get close to him, and he will not be like some idiots with sperm brains, who will start to estrus when he sees a woman with a bit of beauty.

His way of thinking about problems is very simple, do what is good for him, and try to avoid what is not good for him.

As for whether it will cause damage to others, he doesn't care at all......

As a middle-aged man who has been experienced for a long time, Polman felt a chilling madness and indifference from his words, and subconsciously shook his head, hurriedly lowered his head to avoid eye contact, and followed behind without saying a word.

The two of them went one after the other, and soon came to the outermost room in the basement.

Zhang Cheng casually picked up a bottle of prepared primary healing potion on the shelf and handed it to the lawyer, who shook it lightly in his hand, and immediately asked in a tone that was not very sure: "Is this ...... Potions?"

"Sort of! Its effect is that no matter how severe the trauma is, as long as a bottle is dropped, it will immediately stop the bleeding, and it can also speed up the healing of the wound. This bottle is given to you, you can try it yourself. Zhang Cheng introduced very casually.

"Oh, really!" Polman was visibly taken aback.

The hesitation didn't last long, though, and after a few seconds, he picked up a knife he used to cut herbs and sliced his left arm open.

Moment!

Scarlet blood gushed out from a deep wound visible to the bone.

The pain was so intense that the lawyer's face looked a little distorted, and he pulled the plug, looked up, and poured the potion down.

In the blink of an eye, the abundant vitality flowed down the digestive system to the whole body, and the wound, which was still bleeding profusely, began to quickly stop bleeding and scarring, and finally only a red mark remained.

Obviously, the wound just now did not exceed the upper limit of what could be treated by the primary healing elixir, otherwise although the bleeding would have stopped, the wound would never heal so quickly.

Polman's eyes widened as he stared at his arm, which was still stained with a large amount of blood, and immediately exclaimed, "Incredible! Incredible! Is this potion concocted by you? Do you know alchemy?"

Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right, I made it." How do you think the price would be appropriate if it were to be sold?"

"Sell?!Oh my god?! Don't you know?Potions have always been the most sought-after thing in the underworld! Not one! Councilor Miles, who now controls the entire Brooklyn district, has won over most of the lords with his excellent alchemy, and finally succeeded in ascending to the throne. My suggestion is that you can use alchemy to secure a territory for yourself first, rather than using it to make money. Polman waved his arms excitedly.

"Is the territory useful?" asked Zhang Cheng with a puzzled expression.

Although he probably knew that the "lords" could enjoy some privileges in their own territory, it was not very clear how many there were.

"Of course it works! As a lord, you can collect eleven taxes in your territory, which means that you must pay ten percent to the lord for all transactions in the underworld. Secondly, the lord has the right to participate in the annual auction, when countless rare treasures and even rare slaves will appear on the auction floor. Finally, and most importantly, you have to become a lord to be qualified to participate in the war game, to storm the position of councilor, don't you crave great power?"

As he said this, Polman had been carefully observing Zhang Cheng's reaction.

In his eyes, this is an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of his embarrassing identity and climb up, once he misses it, I am afraid that there will never be a second time in this life.

As a little man who comes and goes when summoned by his lords, he dreams of gaining power and status in the underworld.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin and thought about it for a moment, then immediately shook his head with a smile: "Hehe, it sounds interesting." But the problem is that there are already twenty-two lords in Brooklyn, and I'm afraid there is no extra territory left for me. Besides, I don't have the time or energy to deal with the mess. ”

"No, my dear Excellency. If you don't know it, Councilor Miles' life will soon come to an end, and it won't be long before the lords of Brooklyn will go to war, some of them will die, some will be banished, and a few will ascend to the council's seat. By that time, a lot of territory will be vacated. As for management, you don't have to worry about it at all, just find a good helper. With that, Polman jerked his head up, his gaze revealing undisguised eagerness and ambition.

"Do you understand what you're doing?" Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth with a playful expression.

After a brief conversation just now, he suddenly realized that there must be very few people in this world who have the ability to concoct magic potions, so he may be able to use his alchemy skills to achieve some special purposes.

In addition to this, there is also a very important information, that is, the underground world of Brooklyn is about to usher in a power reshuffle, and the recent anomaly is related to the battle between the lords.

Polman swore an oath: "Yes! I understand what I am doing! Your Excellency, please give me a chance! I will prove myself with practical actions!"

"Okay, then we'll try, and there's not much to lose if we fail anyway. But the ugly thing to say is that what you do is a personal act and has nothing to do with me. If you're in danger, I'm not going to go back and save you. Tell me, how are you going to operate?" Zhang Cheng asked, and in front of the other party, he threw the root grass and silver leaf grass that he had just collected yesterday into the beaker and stirred gently.

After the solution inside turned yellow-green, quickly lit the alcohol lamp and began to heat, about ten seconds or so, the solution began to emit a faint pungent smell, followed by another three or four minutes, the solution gradually became viscous.

Just as he was about to freeze, he injected arcane energy into it with precision.

Moment!

The yellow-green jelly is evaporated into a gaseous state!

Zhang Cheng didn't say a word, picked up the funnel placed on the alchemy table, buckled the beaker, and poured the yellow-green gas into the test tube little by little through the small mouth at the top and sealed it.

After the gas in the test tube cooled, it condensed into a clear and transparent potion, and this potion was the famous Lion King Power Elixir of Azeroth.

Don't look at the game, it can only provide the player with a pitiful four points of strength, but according to Zhang Cheng's test, the strength of an ordinary human farmer in Azeroth is about ten points at most, and the earthlings who lack training are even worse, only eight to nine points.

A bottle of the Lion King's Power Elixir is equivalent to providing the drinker with an additional half of the strength of an adult, especially in hand-to-hand combat, which can often play an unexpected role.