Passing through the dark, narrow, and dilapidated lanes of the Bronx, the car quickly enters the relatively bustling downtown area.

Anyone who has never been to New York will never believe that the city is often more lively at night than during the day, with men and women indulging in sex at the doorsteps of bars and clubs.

Some of them are from the elite of Wall Street, the darlings of high society, just to vent the huge pressure accumulated in their work and life, while others are from the bottom of the society, willing to become the playthings of the rich in order to earn money or find opportunities to change their own destiny.

Through the glass window, Zhang Cheng observed this familiar and strange world with a scrutinizing gaze, and after a long time he asked, "How did you find my whereabouts?"

"Of course, I asked the prophetess Anthea to do a little divination. You must know that she is the most famous prophet in the whole of New York, no, in the whole of North America, and the accuracy rate of divination results so far is as high as 60%. Polman gave the answer with great interest.

Obviously, Zhang Cheng's return is great news for him, which means that the previously specified plan can be continued, completely getting rid of the embarrassing identity of "cleaner".

"Sixty percent accuracy? That's a remarkable record, and you must have paid a lot of money for asking her to do a divination." Zhang Cheng had an interested expression on his face.

The reason is very simple, magic such as divination and prophecy has never been uncertain and famous, which is why many magical worlds have predicted so many terrible disasters, but neither rulers nor ordinary people care very much.

In fact, every day in most of the wizarding world, countless people try to predict the future and spy on the future, but in the end, only a few and a half people can find a vague fragment or two in the long river of time, and then map out what will happen in months, years, decades, or even hundreds or thousands of years according to their own guesses and imaginations.

As for the rest, it is just a confusion between dreams and reality......

With so many false predictions, any ruler can easily believe the results of a so-called prophet unless he proves again and again how accurate his predictions are.

Although in other fields, the success rate of 60% can only be regarded as just passing, but in the field of prophecy, this is already a master.

Zhang Cheng had long heard that Anthea was a witch who could be comparable to Catherine in terms of influence, but today he learned that the other party actually had such an accurate prophetic ability, and everyone would inevitably encounter problems such as finding people and things, so the importance is self-evident, maybe many big people in the council will use her, and her status will naturally rise.

The only thing that worries Zhang Cheng is whether this prophetic witch can predict her true origin and those incredible experiences.

If he could, should he find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible, or should he find an opportunity to talk openly and honestly and see if he could reach a pact that would benefit both parties.

Apparently unaware that his sworn allegiance was considering a very serious question, Polman smiled and shook his head: "No, Your Excellency, I don't have any undue requests with Anthea, I just hope that you will take the time to meet her, she seems to be very interested in some of the potions you have concocted. ”

"Oh, what potion?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a strange look that was not easy to notice.

"It's a potion of wisdom! To be exact, the casters of the New York underworld now know that you can use alchemy to create an alchemical potion that can make your mind clearer and more agile, and even Councilor Miles, who is nearing the end of his life, has sent an invitation to discuss the mysteries of alchemy with you before he dies. ”

As he said this, Polman's face was filled with excitement and anticipation, and no one knew better than him the huge sensation caused by the launch of the wisdom potion on the market.

As long as the energy source continues to produce this potion, it is equivalent to gaining the friendship of thousands of spellcasters.

As a proprietor and manager, he could not only reap unimaginable benefits, but also change his status from a humble "cleaner" to a servant and steward of a lord.

Don't underestimate this!

You must know that according to the strict hierarchy of the underground world, the "cleaners" are the most statusless peripheral personnel, belonging to the coolies who are on call and are responsible for wiping the butts of others, no matter how respectable their status and wealth in modern society, they can only honestly obey orders.

The lord's stewards and servants were the equivalent of senior administrators, helping to manage the affairs of the realm and advising the loyal lord on the other. If someone wants to deal with them, they must first get permission from the lord, otherwise it will be seen as a provocation, and if they don't do it, it will lead to wars between territories.

"Wisdom Elixir...... Zhang Cheng touched his chin thoughtfully.

He didn't expect that he had made so many low-level magic potions, and the most popular one was the humble wisdom potion.

After all, this potion only requires one part of Demon Emperor Grass and two parts of Heather, and the effect of taking it is only a slight increase in the brain's memory and thinking agility within an hour, which is far less powerful than the effect of Arcane Wisdom. Except when I tried the first bottle, I lost interest.

But what Zhang Cheng never expected was that this kind of thing, which he regarded as chicken ribs, actually caused a huge repercussion in the underground world.

If a more advanced potion of wisdom was concocted, wouldn't it be possible to exchange something useful to oneself directly with the upper echelons of the council?

Thinking of this, a playful smile appeared on his face, and he followed up and said: "You seem to have mentioned just now that a lot of things happened when I left, so let's talk about it while I have time now, I hope there won't be any major trouble." ”

"Hey, hey, there's no big trouble, but there's a lot of small trouble. For example, the bait you have has been frantically pursued by an unknown guy recently, and it looks like it will fall in a short time, so you better pay attention. Polman hinted without looking back.

"Really...... Looks like a fish has bitten the hook. Have you checked it, what is the origin of the other party?" Zhang Cheng asked with bright eyes.

"Richard Phil, ostensibly a senior advisor to an investment firm, is secretly a demon worshipper. According to the records of the North American Regional Council, he has committed horrific crimes in Boston, San Francisco, and Detroit, and is now wanted, with a valuable bounty. With that, Polman pulled out a printed copy of the details from his bag and handed it over.

Zhang Cheng quickly took it and swept it, pursed the corners of his mouth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Great! A perfect test ......."

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