On the outskirts of the Qingquan Plain, there is a huge corner of the farm, which is roughly like a forage field. The same moonlight, through a gaping hole in the roof, shone on Kevin's face. After leaving old Carter, he avoided the heavy guards and found such a place on the perimeter.

This time, Kevin didn't use any disguise, he held his head in his hands and fell on the neatly stacked haystack. Just lying there, a feeling of exhaustion emanating from within seemed to be unable to hide it, and half of the white hair was still dazzling in the moonlight.

From the cold winter in late autumn to this spring, he has traveled almost all over the Western Continent, completing a series of almost impossible arrangements. Relying on that perfect disguise magic tool, he pretended to be a small guy in a pot shop, a brewmaster, a shipwreck with a caravan, a bricklayer, and a gatekeeper, and he couldn't remember how many identities he had changed.

Now that he was here, he had almost exhausted the massive resources he had obtained from Stephen's family. In the first battle of the warehouse, he personally went into battle, and was injured a lot, although he escaped successfully, but after several tosses, the internal injuries have not been healed.

A small glass bottle appeared in his hand without warning, thanks to the gift of the old man of the Stephen family, this space magic weapon he had always carried, and it seemed that the help brought to him by the small pocket was incomparable. He shook the glass bottle, looking at the small half bottle of blue liquid that was still left inside, and was a little worried.

This is the most precious of his family's ancestral elixirs, potential potions. The effect of this potion is extremely rebellious, it can develop the potential in the human body, increase magical talents, and enhance the whole range. Magic affinity, capacity, purity, and even resistance can be increased. Of course, the materials needed for such an anti-heaven elixir are also extremely precious, and even several of them have become extinct. In desperation, his family has worked hard for several generations to find a replacement, and the price is that the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced. This is not the most serious, more important is that there is a fatal side effect, which is the sacrifice of life force. In general, this agent needs to be taken in conjunction with other life boosters, and the dosage and time interval are strictly limited. But ever since Kevin decided to embark on the path of revenge, the first thing he thought about was the potential potion, because he didn't have time to cultivate slowly, and he wasn't willing to wait. The unrestrained use of potential potions overdrew a large amount of his life force, which was also the reason for the half of his gray hair. This greatly shortened his lifespan, but it also saved his life, otherwise it would not have been possible to escape the pursuit again and again, and it would not have been possible to survive the battle in the warehouse.

Kevin drank all the remaining potions in one gulp. This is the last stock he has left, and there are no more materials to prepare it. A cool air flow flowed through his body, his eyes were very clear, but his face was even more tired. He carefully sensed his body and sighed, slightly disappointed.

Such a decision was made in the first place, so he calculated the dosage. Magicians are at the fifth level, low-level, intermediate-level, high-level, great magician, legendary magician, and he doesn't know if there is anything above the legend. His plan was to overdraw as much life force as possible to reach the realm of the Great Mage. The Miller elder of the Peterson family who met in the First Battle of the Warehouse was actually at the level of a great magician. It's just because he can use some super-level magic, just like his frozen world, which has touched the edge of space, so it is said to be a quasi-legendary. But Kevin underestimated the resistance of potential potions, and he drank this now, not so much to improve the realm, but to restore mana or heal wounds. After using up the last bottle, he is still in the realm of a high-level magician, and he is still a long way from the threshold of a great magician.

That's all there is to it, Kevin smiled bitterly and comforted himself. In fact, through the hole above his head, he could only see a small piece of the dark night sky, but he kept looking. At countless costs, enough information was bought from the promenade black market, and the Clear Spring Plains was already the last step of the plan.

The glass bottle disappeared, and this time a much smaller bottle appeared, dark green, the bottle mouth had been specially treated, and there was even the existence of a magic array, which was tightly sealed. It's another family potion, but only a few people in the entire family know about its existence. Because this is a colorless and odorless poison that can kill people invisibly, and it is even more exaggerated that it can roughly control the time of the poison. If outsiders knew that the Hawking family had such a potion, I am afraid that the clan would have been wiped out long ago, and he could not understand the truth of his guilt.

Shaking the bottle, he looked at the only bit of poison left at the bottom of the bottle, and hesitated. When he came here, he was suddenly a little confused, as if his hatred had been slowly smoothed out by the hardships along the way. And to-day I met Carter Sr., an old steward of the family, perhaps because he had avoided the slaughter that night. There was something strange in his thoughts, and the cold state in which revenge had begun seemed to have faded.

Do you want to go back to Uncle Mack? Suddenly, he shook his head, trying to drive away the comfortable thoughts from his mind, forcing himself to think about his parents and brother, and the dead people, but he always felt a little powerless. Counting the time, those arrangements should almost have reacted. He looked at the night sky and was fascinated, after all, he was only one person, and he was still a teenager.

"Bang!"

The cup smashed on the marble floor and shattered in an instant.

It was a study room, and it was brightly lit as if it were daytime. There was an old man sitting in front of the desk in the middle, his eyes were wide open at this time, he was already angry to the extreme, and he threw decades of qi cultivation kung fu out of the clouds. He was none other than Petersen-Berg, the patriarch of the family.

An elderly servant appeared silently in the hall, as if there was no one in the study, as if she could not see the seated old man and the kneeling patriarch. All she could do was the broken porcelain shard, quickly and silently tidying everything up, serving a new cup of tea, and then withdrawing again, without looking up at it.

"Sister, what are you doing, what big mistake did the patriarch make?"

The little girl under the eaves is also a maid, she looked at the cautious appearance of her senior, and asked out loud. In fact, her voice was not high, but in such an atmosphere, her question was particularly harsh.

"Shut up!"

The older maid's eyes were like knives, staring at the little girl, and her body trembled a little. She stepped forward, covered the little girl's mouth, and didn't dare to look back, just stared at her and didn't let her make a sound, and then burst out with great strength, dragging her away from the study. Before leaving, she nodded to the other servants waiting there under the eaves. The one who was the leader of them looked very steady, she nodded slightly, and swept over the little girl who made a sound, her eyes full of coldness.