Whether or not Isaac was talking about the imminent "fact", they couldn't stay here any longer - after both Gutter Lane and Verlot's accidents, Aalto would surely notice the anomaly, and it was only a matter of time before he guessed that something was going to happen on the shipwreck's side.

After a little communication, Isaac decisively "abandoned" Aalto, who had placed him under house arrest, and left Loren without hesitation, without even asking them where they were going.

Anyway, the reason why he was willing to help Aalto was only because the other party was willing to fund his research, and at the same time proposed a very interesting idea, and there was nothing worth his "nostalgia" for.

Not to mention that the other party even locked him up and even planned to kill him - although the latter was only one of the speculations of the black-haired wizard.

But...... Although Isaac's people can leave with them, there are many that they can't take with them.

"What about these things?"

Standing in place, Vera pointed to the mountains of scrolls, parchment manuscripts, and blackboards filled with various "ghost drawings" in the cabin, and looked at Loren in a daze: "We can't take them all away." ”

Although they can only be considered "half a wizard", the red-haired girls are also aware of the importance of these research materials and manuscripts to a wizard, sometimes even more precious than their lives!

Because they are the proof of a wizard's life's work, or even the whole meaning and essence, losing their own research results is equivalent to losing their own life value, and even their own meaning of existence.

Because of this, any complete wizard manuscript can often be sold for a sky-high price, because it contains the accumulation of a wizard's hard work for more than ten years or even a lifetime, even if it is just a record of various experiments, it can save a wizard apprentice who has just stepped into the void gate from many detours, and no longer have to explore it alone.

"Indeed......" Loren's brow furrowed slightly.

First of all, this information must not be left to Aalto Bellini, but if it is burned to ashes, it will definitely be an irreparable loss.

The genius Wu on the side looked at the two people with sad faces, pouted and shrugged his shoulders, walked to the pile of books and picked up the manuscript he had just thrown and stuffed it into his arms, and spread his hands indifferently: "Okay, let's go!"

“......”

"Are you misunderstanding something? Don't compare me to those poor little potatoes who hold on to their worthless stuff and still think it's a treasure, okay?"

Isaac looked at the stunned red-haired girl with a helpless and natural expression: "Just a few broken books and miscellaneous materials, do you have to read them often to remember?" Seriously...... Who do you think I am?"

I thought you were just like those dark-haired wizards, a bunch of inexplicable weirdos, and a narcissistic neurotic to the extreme—Vera, who wanted to say this, finally held back and silently turned away from the cabin.

Even if she was now faced with hundreds of enemies, she didn't want to stay in the same room with these two monsters.

"Am I saying the wrong thing again?"

Seeing the red-haired girl's expression, Isaac looked at Loren on the side in a daze: "Otherwise, why would she ignore me?"

"We'll talk about that later. Holding back the desire to complain, Loren smiled very awkwardly: "I still have one more question that I have to figure out - the entire research on the Holy Blood Elixir is basically your achievement, right?"

"I can't say that exactly...... Of course, 99 percent of it is my own work, yes. "Without exaggeration," Isaac admitted, "But I wouldn't have been able to accomplish this without Aalto's creativity and experimentation - after all, I'm not an alchemist, and I don't know much about alchemy." ”

"So, as long as there is an alchemist of the same level, you can complete the research of the entire Holy Blood Elixir?"

"It's not...... An alchemist of the same level, at least the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower and the pile of potatoes in our academy will definitely not be able to do it!"

Isaac said sarcastically, "At least...... It also has to be at the level of Ain Rand - our Ain is stupid, but his achievements in alchemy are truly undeniable. ”

"Alas, I remember that Ain didn't go directly to Shenlimburg to look for you after leaving the academy, why did you come alone? Also, didn't you work as a wizard advisor in Shenlimburg, why did you come to Ebolden?"

"Uh...... The process and reasons for this are complex, and it can be difficult to explain for a while. Faced with a series of questions from Isaac who suddenly reacted, Loren could only vaguely pass: "But you're right, I suddenly regretted not coming with Ain." ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Loren's mouth inadvertently raised a smile, but this "smile" still looked a little hideous, like a beast lying in the jungle, gradually showing its fangs.

He had guessed from the beginning that Isaac might have something to do with the Holy Blood Elixir, but he never expected that Aalto had directly plagiarized his research results, and it was still incomplete!

Now the only person in all of Eberden who can accomplish it is by his side, and no one but himself and Aalto knows about it—in other words, if a leader of the Night's Watch wants to get the real 'Elixir of the Holy Blood', he must take it from his own hands.

Now it's my turn, and if you want to get the potion, get ready to make an offer, Rut Infinit!

............... At night, the southern civilian area of Ebolden, Gutter Lane.

After the gangs were exterminated and the mercenary groups who came to suppress them were strangled, the entire gutter alley became a deserted ruin, and the black marketeers and smugglers left early and hid in other corners of the city to continue their "business".

But even if it is in ruins, it does not mean that there is really no one to be seen here.

Scavengers, beggars, greedy mercenaries...... These men frequented the ruins of Gutter Alley for the next few days, trying to find any money and "lost treasures" from the collapsed houses and corpses;

Mitton is one of them.

He was just a little beggar who was crushed by the Crutch Gang in the civilian area south of the city, barely surviving on the few copper plates that leaked out of the beggar's head every day. After the end of the Crutch Gang, he also became a "free" beggar with honor.

Unlike the mercenaries and scavengers who always came during the day, Miton only dared to come at night and search for anything left on the corpses.

There were no lights in the gutter alley in the dark night, only the moonlight overhead. Miton, a beggar in the corner, looked left and right like a mouse, and after making sure that there was no one around, he sneaked to a gate and prepared to go in and look for it.

Under the cold moonlight, the base camp of the Crutch Gang seemed to be a monster lying in the dark, so that the frightened and frightened Miton couldn't help but swallow his saliva fiercely. Fear and greed drove his body at the same time, and he neither dared to move forward nor leave.

It's full of dead people anyway, and dead people don't move, right?

With trembling hands and weak soles, Milton trembled as he approached the door of the house, which had long since been reduced to fragments, leaving only an empty doorway.

There was a dead silence in the gutter alley, and before he could enter the room, Miton, who was lying on the edge of the door, heard a strange noise, as if someone was eating.

Could it be that this place has been occupied by a group of beggars? Miton, who was afraid and confused in his heart, swallowed hard, he hadn't eaten a full meal in days.

Maybe you can rub a piece or two of brown bread and maybe broth or something?

Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed, and the cold moonlight shone into the house through the doorway. Miton, who was just about to leave, just turned his head slightly, and his eyes widened instantly!

The "beggars" lying on the floor were enjoying their dinner, munching on the minced meat and bones in their mouths, tearing at the already cold corpses on the ground, and piling up leftover bones at their feet.

But this is not the most terrible, these "beggars" actually have no face one by one!

On his bare egg-like head, there is only a mouth full of fangs, oozing with blood and flesh!

Moreover, and they are all "watching" themselves!

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

The dead silence of the gutter echoed with that terrible scream, and the figure of the desperate escape in the moonlight was pressed to the ground before leaving, torn, bitten, and disemboweled......

Be eaten.