Close to the sea, the air is a little humid and the nights are a little shady.

No one wants to compete with Donnie for the job, and in fact the seaside town hasn't been able to find a lighthouse caretaker for a long time.

The reason is simple, the location is remote.

The townsfolk obviously couldn't hide anything in front of Donnie, so it didn't take much effort for Donnie to make sure that there was nothing wrong here, and there was no trace of supernatural power.

That's why Downey chose this place.

Although Donnie was originally reluctant to use spells on ordinary people, in order to quickly start concocting supernatural potions, he had to use some spells, which changed the memories of several people.

By now, this was not a difficult task for Donnie, and he would not be bluffed by a pocket watch that only slightly confused one's memory, as he had done before.

By the time Downey ascended the steep path to the reef cliff, it was already dark at night.

The sea breeze whimpered, as if someone was crying in the darkness.

Downey is a light-filled seaside town that looks ordinary.

It's also possible that there are some secrets hidden here, but Downey doesn't plan to make a fuss about it at all.

Not far away, the waves were undulating, the waves were rolling, and the end of the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

After standing on the top of the hill and looking down for a while, Donnie chose to return to the stone tower to rest. Of course, the main thing is to deal with the extraordinary materials that Moore has sent.

If these otherworldly materials are not handled properly, they can have a great impact on the people down the mountain, such as the Weeping Grass in Donnie's hand, which seems to have nothing strange at all, but when touched, it emits an unstoppable and unpleasant cry. If you get too close, the sound can even take the life of an adult, at least for a long time, or the hearing will be impaired.

In the past, spellcasters who delved into spells or potions lived in isolation, and in addition to their research directions were not very positive, they may also have this aspect of the car to consider.

But these small dangers didn't bother Donnie, and an hour later, when the first drop of rain of the day fell, all preparations were complete.

Downey set aside several containers of different materials, some of which were soaked in different liquids, some of which looked fine, but some of which didn't look very pleasing to the eye.

The stone tower is made of huge stones with no windows at the bottom, and there are rotating staircases leading to the top.

The stone tower was sheltered from the wind and rain, but the interior was damp, and the hut beside the tower had collapsed, and Downey had no intention of repairing it.

At this time, Donnie was standing in the room above the stone tower, looking through the broken panes of the dark sea.

Since ancient times, the depths of the sea have represented fear in the depths of human consciousness, especially in the depths of the sea.

The darkness and dead silence beneath the surface of the water always awaken the fear that lurks in the depths of the human heart, and in this world of supernatural power, there is undoubtedly something even more terrible hidden in the sea.

Before coming here, Downey had thought about whether to go near the ocean, for the simple reason that there were also his enemies in the depths.

Now that he thinks about it, Donnie suddenly finds that he seems to have a bit more enemies.

"How so? I should have expanded my network a lot! Donny pondered for a moment, and found that there were probably few of his so-called connections that could be used......

The rain was pouring down, the electric light shone in the clouds, and the waves crashed against the reef. Listening to the continuous sound of tapping, Donnie suddenly felt an inexplicable worry rise in his heart.

Fear was not enough, but he was a little worried right now, and those deep divers in the deep sea might find him, even if Downey had confirmed that he didn't have the mark of spell tracking.

Of course, this is actually quite unlikely, and those deep divers can't keep an eye on him all the time.

So Donnie was just thinking about it, and after standing in front of the window and looking out at the sea for a while, he began to concoct the supernatural potion.

Preparing a purification potion is already familiar to Donnie, and it is no stranger at all, but it is indeed a little difficult to use another spirit dispelling potion called 'Marquez' to dissolve the spirit lines wrapped around his arm.

"Márquez is the rumored god of potions, and the recipe for potions has been passed down from his church, so it's not a question of whether it's true or not."

"It's just that non-Marquez believers, the success rate of dispensing potions is reduced by three percent, which is too tricky!"

Donny pondered, but there was no solution, after all, he couldn't give away his faith because of a supernatural potion.

Perhaps Márquez himself is completely indifferent to Donnie's beliefs, whether he has it or not. But Donnie still didn't intend to do this, and he didn't intend to give up on his insistence for the sake of momentary convenience.

"The materials sent by Moore are enough for me to try twice, plus I can use skill points to improve myself, and the probability of success should not be low."

Donnie's eyes flickered, and he finally made the decision to take a risk.

Since time is not so abundant, and the seal of the paper fairy cannot last forever, Donnie directly chose to start configuring the potion.

The firelight lit up inside the stone tower, dispelling the cold.

An hour later, Donnie shook the silver ladle and stirred up a pot of water-pink slime.

The sky has been obscured by dark clouds, and thunder has become more frequent.

But with Donnie's attention, the flames above the lighthouse were not extinguished.

The town's fishing boats are approaching the shore when a storm is following them.

The bitter sea breeze brought huge waves and waves that constantly crashed against the floating boats, and the fishing boats that were constantly jolting on the sea were at risk of silence.

Such scenes can be seen around the ruined city of York, where Brudenburg and the town near Downey are also in the middle of this vast area.

There is a possibility that the wind and waves will continue to grow, and countless black shadows swim under the icy waters, pushing the hurricane closer to the shore.

At this time, Donnie was still concentrating on boiling the potion, and the mucus in the pot had turned into jelly-like gelatin.

"Something doesn't seem right, why is there such a loud noise outside?"

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and although Donnie didn't care, it wasn't so bad that he couldn't hear anything.

However, the weather on the beach is changeable, and Donnie didn't think much about it.

By the time hours passed in the blink of an eye, and a knock on the door woke Donnie from his meditative state, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

However, the wind and rain have not stopped, from last night to now.