With the neutral lords completing their side, the entire underground world of Brooklyn has escalated from the original dark tide to constant conflict in just one week, and the unlucky ones will be lying on the streets almost every day.

Although everyone has maintained a considerable degree of restraint for the time being, and has not completely torn their faces, everyone knows that it is only a matter of time.

When Councilor Miles takes his last breath, whether it's Catherine the witch of lust or Kassandra, who is known as the daughter of nature, they will react immediately.

They knew very well that this time, the two would end a decades-long feud, and neither would stop until one of them died completely.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Zhang Cheng.

To be exact, he hadn't stepped out of the villa since his last encounter with the demon, and he had no idea what was going on outside, so he spent his days hiding in the basement hungry for his own research, occasionally taking the time to concoct a batch of magic potions and give them to Polman to deal with.

He didn't know that the people with heads and faces in the entire New York underground world had more or less obtained the potions he had concocted, and they had sent people to inquire around for news, trying to find out him, the so-called master of alchemy.

But unfortunately, under the strict defense of the witch Catherine, these people with ulterior motives could not find even a clue.

Coupled with Zhang Cheng's own otaku attributes, it is a pipe dream to find a specific target from New York, which has a population of more than 8 million and also hides countless illegal immigrants and stowaways.

But just because someone else can't find it doesn't mean Kane can't find it.

With the address given by the witch, the old man easily came to the door of the villa, squinted his eyes at the faint arcane energy that shrouded the villa, and after about two or three minutes, he smiled and said to himself, "What an interesting place." Now I'm beginning to understand why Catherine kept this secret at the risk of offending countless people. Now let me see what a young man who can mix so many kinds of potions looks like......"

The words just fell!

He lifted his silver cane and gently rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong-ding-dong!

After about ten seconds, a crack suddenly opened in the closed door, and Gracie poked out half of her head and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Relax, girl, I have no ill will. Yes, please help me pass this on to the owner of the house, and say that I was introduced by Ms. Catherine. The old man didn't care about the girl's unreasonable behavior, and casually handed over the lord's badge that symbolized his identity and status.

"OK! I'll help you deliver it, but there's no guarantee he'll see you. You know, this guy is a crazy guy and a monster, except for the most basic things to eat, sleep, and clean up his personal hygiene, he doesn't even need to talk and have fun. Gracie couldn't help but grumble under her breath.

After all, her original plan was to find a way to live in first, and then take advantage of her young and beautiful, and she was still a virgin, to become Zhang Cheng's girlfriend or lover, so that she could have a person to rely on when the demon came to the door.

But as the saying goes, plans never change fast.

She never dreamed that Zhang Cheng, who had made up his mind to embark on the road of strength, had long since abandoned the low-level physiological needs of sex, and instead pursued something more advanced and pure, that is, knowledge and power.

Compared to the extreme pleasure of sucking the water of the well filled with arcane energy, the pleasure of mating is nothing to mention.

Kane undoubtedly sensed the girl's intentions, and explained with a smile: "Hehe, no, you don't understand, kid, it's not that he doesn't need to talk and be entertained, he just leaves time for more important things. You see, there are always a handful of geniuses in this world who have figured out what their hearts desire at a very young age, and only ordinary people who do nothing indulge in material and spiritual pleasures. ”

"Damn, well, well, I'm what you call a normal person who does nothing and indulges in enjoyment. Gracie rolled her eyes in annoyance, turned and disappeared into the hallway from the living room to the basement.

As a girl in a rebellious period, what she hates most is listening to others.

After only two or three minutes, Gracie returned to the door, opened one lock after another and the safety with great skill, and then bent down and made a gesture of please, and teased in a very exaggerated tone: "Please come in, noble lord, my boring master is waiting for you in the basement." ”

"Hahahaha! You're very humorous, I'm starting to like you a little. Kane was visibly amused, and strode towards the basement entrance.

Even though it was his first time in this villa, he could see through the rich arcane energy that faintly emanated from behind the basement door.

"Like me, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in an old man your age. Gracie winked playfully and quickly jumped on the couch to lie down, watching TV and eating fruit.

Kane smiled and shook his head, ignoring the other party, and pushed open the door that led to the basement and walked in.

Zhang Cheng, who was trying to engrave runes on a short sword, heard footsteps and said without looking back: "Please wait a while, I have to finish the work at hand first." ”

"No problem, please, just when I don't exist. Kane responded with great reason.

After saying this, he stood silently in the corner alone, staring at the young man who was not far in front of him who was pouring his whole heart, especially the dense mysterious symbols on the sword, which made him extremely interested.

“42-17-170-647-839......”

Zhang Cheng muttered a numerical code that others couldn't understand at all, and poured it with smelted gold dinars, and liquid gold rich in unknown energy quickly filled the groove.

The moment the last rune was filled, the blade shattered violently, and a silvery-white flame of light composed entirely of energy erupted from under the hilt.

Unlike ordinary flames, which emit light and heat, silvery-white flames do not emit heat, but constantly absorb heat from the air.

In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of frost appeared on the workbench where the short sword was placed.

Any object that comes into contact with a silvery-white flame will be completely frozen in a matter of seconds, making it the equivalent of a terrifying high-pressure liquid nitrogen injector.

And even more terrifying than the high-pressure liquid nitrogen injector is that this energy-form weapon draws energy from the air through magical symbols, so unless you enter a special space that is completely isolated from energy, you will never need to be suspiciously replenished.