Just as Johan had just regained some confidence and was once again engaged in alchemy experiments, a pair of reddened eyes hidden in the woods of Carlstone Manor were monitoring everything in the manor.

Gerald, who had just extinguished the flames on his body, still did not give up, he would continue to monitor this place, and he would snuff out any chance that might make Johan turn over in the cradle - including having people replace Johan's experimental potion and work on the experimental equipment he ordered. There was no deep hatred, Jerold just enjoyed the feeling of riding on top of his brother's head.

When he was in school, his annoying teacher liked Johan the most, and he was almost expelled from the academy just by going to the casino to play. But now? Didn't Johan, who worked hardest, just be an ordinary jailer and experiment in a rudimentary basement?

Gerald believes luck is all that matters. Every time he saw his stupid brother trying in vain, but getting worse and worse, he wanted to laugh.

Gerald kept an eye on the manor, investigating all the people so he could know what equipment Chauhan needed to buy, what potions, and who he needed to contact in the guild, so he could think of a countermeasure in the first place.

But judging from the information he has received now, after going through so many setbacks, this senior brother of his is still working hard.

That's going to be hard.

Gerald spent very little time on the experiment, and he knew very well that he would not be able to pass the advanced pharmacist qualification exam, which was very strict and could not be done with money alone. Intermediate pharmacists are already his limit.

But his senior brother is different. As much as Jerold hated his brother, he had to admit that there was something terrible about Johan - he would keep trying, no matter how many times he failed. When he succeeds, he will still have that disgusting smile on his face.

That shameless repetition was what Jerold hated the most, he couldn't explain it, he preferred the look on his face when he was resigned to his fate - the gamblers who lost to him in the casino, most of them couldn't say a word after losing, and had to walk out of the casino with a disgraced face, and the swearing people were more interesting, you can often see them crying in the alley near the casino.

That's the look of an unlucky ghost!

Thinking of his senior brother's expression of refusal to admit defeat, Jerold felt angry!

And the hateful fish-man, the mention of that fish-man will cause a faint sting pain in a certain part of Gerald's body.

"If only we could get rid of them all at once...... That's right! Why not? Jerold patted his head, annoyed that he had only now come up with such a good idea. There was still a week to go before the pharmacist qualification exam, and judging by Johan's lab notes, it seemed that he had made a lot of progress.

It couldn't be better to kill him at this time! He had been preparing for so many years, and he was about to pass the exam, but he died at this time. Gerald could now imagine his brother's expression before he died......

It's wonderful!

Gerald knew a killer who was famous throughout the Eastern Kingdoms. He never missed, and as long as it was the person he wanted to kill, from the princes and nobles to the ruffians and hooligans, no one could escape from his sharp blade. He even turned down invitations from the Syndicate and Ravenhogg Manor, and as a proud thief, he was always a loner and only lived in the shadows.

Luckily, this killer owes Jerold a favor.

Gerald stealthily contacts the killer and agrees to meet him in a hidden forest in the Tirisfar.

Jerold looked around, it was already the appointed time, but there was no one in sight nearby. Just when he doubted that this killer would break his promise, a low and hoarse voice came from behind him-

"What are you doing with me this time?"

Turning around, Dia-Sangunar was leaning against a spruce tree in his trademark grey robes, his entire face hidden under a hood that was said to have died under his dagger.

"That's right, Mr. Dia Sangunar, I want to ask you for your help in killing two people." Gerald respectfully saluted the killer, trying his best to restrain his curiosity to see the other person's true face, after all, the other party is a character with blood on his hands, and angering the other party will only cost his own life in vain.

"Name." Dia said briefly.

Gerald noticed the dagger arc neatly across his fingertips, and then returned steadily to its scabbard—something that only someone who spends his days licking blood at the tip of a knife can do.

Gerald lowered his head and replied cautiously, "Chauhan of the Royal Apothecary Society, and the Fish-Man ......"

"Fish-people?"

Gerald noticed the displeasure in the other man's tone when he said the word. Gerald also knew that letting Dia kill a fish-man would really damage his reputation. This killer is willing to challenge the kind of difficult character, not a stupid fishman. He enjoyed the process of assassination, and the feeling of dancing with death on the tip of the knife was what Dia was after.

But the fish-man made him lose face in front of Johan, so even if it was a fish-man, he didn't want it to live one more day. Gerald slowly raised his head, trying to regain control of this negotiation: "You should remember what you said when I was healing your friend, your friend is a beautiful person, I saw her in Brill not long ago......"

"You're threatening me?" Dia coldly interrupted Jerrod.

"No, no......" Jerold hurriedly lowered his head.

"You'd better not have ......"

With his head down, Gerald could see Dia walking in front of him, the tip of his shoe only a foot away from his toe.

"I'll take your job. Today it's the fishman, tomorrow it's the apothecary. I'll take care of it for you, but there are some things you need to forget......"

Dia got closer and closer as she spoke, and Gerald could feel the other person talking into his ear—

"I don't like friends who have too good a memory, you know?"

Jerold wanted to say "understood", but was so frightened that only a slurred whimper came out of his mouth. Afraid of losing his life, Jerold didn't dare to look up to see how the other party left, and waited for a while to make sure that there was no one around before Jerold dared to raise his head.

Gerald let out a long sigh, and although he was frightened and humiliated, it was all worth it.

The only thing that made him a little unhappy was that Johan would not die until tomorrow. You can only kill one person a day - that's Dia's rule. Even when he had a grudge against a Scarlet Crusader cavalry, he only killed one person a day. That cavalry was numbered in the thousands, and it took Dia more than three years to kill them all.

But forget it, it will allow him to see his fish-man pet killed, then spend the night in fear, and then helplessly welcome his own death...... That doesn't seem bad either! Thinking of this, Jerold once again showed a victorious smile: "Stupid fishman! That's the price you pay for hurting my vulnerable parts! ”

……

Mochi sneezed, nearly knocking over the burette and iron frame in front of him.

"It turns out that fish-people can catch colds too...... Looks like I'm going to have to be careful. ”

Mochi and Chauhan are concocting a new potion, and before they can do so, he needs to determine the amount of an acidic substance called "Emerald Ooze Monster Extract". The titration had reached a critical juncture, and Mochi estimated that only a drop or so of alkaline liquid in the Erlenmeyer flask would change color, so extra care was required.

The effect that Mochi needs is that the liquid in the Erlenmeyer flask becomes a very light pink, and the lighter the better, once it is excessive, even half a drop, the liquid in the Erlenmeyer flask will turn a harsh rose-red color, and the whole titration work has to be repeated.

At the last moment, Moqi held his breath and waited cautiously for the drop of reagent from the rubber tube mouth to fall into the Erlenmeyer flask, unaware that a dark shadow was already lurking in the corner of the basement.

The shadow was none other than Dia Sangunar, who had successfully infiltrated the manor.

Dia has locked on Mochi's back, and he intends to execute a perfect assassination. After killing the other party, he left without letting the other party know who he was killed by. It was already a great honor for the fish-man to die at the tip of his own sword, and as a lowly creature, he was not entitled to see his own figure at all.

On the other hand, Mooch could already see the droplets crumbling at the nozzle, and Moch couldn't wait to see the results – the kind of near-clear liquid that only happens when a perfect titration is achieved!

But at this critical moment, there was a sharp pain in Mo Qi's throat.

"It's over!"

Mochi exclaimed inwardly, what he had said was finished—his hand controlling the rubber tube tightened because of the sudden discomfort, and the alkaline titration poured into the Erlenmeyer flask like water from a faucet.

"It's over."

And this sentence is the inner monologue of Dia Sangunar, which means that today the mission has been completed. The moment he made his move, he was sure that the other party was a corpse.

Dia flew out of the house like a ghost.

On the other side, Mo Qi looked at the bottle of bright red liquid in his hand, and wanted to cry without tears.

"O my holy light! Don't you want to be so red! ”

It was very appropriate for Mo Qi's ears to sound the affectionate singing of the little brother Fei Yuqing-

"Snowflakes fluttering, the north wind is bleak, heaven and earth, a vast ......"

In this situation, how can the word "miserable" be used?

Wait a minute!

That's not right! What's going on with this "One Cut Plum" full of disobedience?

Could it be......

Moqi summons the Book of Laws, selects [Old iPhone], and the system prompts Moqi: The item's skill has been triggered and is on cooldown......

Sure enough, it's this phone! I have long seen that it is a mobile phone with only music playback function, but who would have thought that so many excellent songs have emerged in the Chinese music scene in recent years, but this mobile phone is playing such a classic old song. The point is that the timing of his play is still so appropriate!

Ay? Am I ignoring something.

Moqi took a closer look at the skill description, which read, "When the wielder will take fatal damage, the music will be automatically played, and it will be immune to damage while the music is playing." ”

I was fatally injured just now?

Moqi looked around suspiciously, only Qiao Han, who was doing the experiment, was humming along with his mobile phone, and he was obsessed with the experiment, and he didn't notice that this song for literary and artistic youth in the nineties didn't match the weird and weird environment of Tiris's method.

Could it be that Qiao Han has done some dangerous experimental operation that I haven't noticed?

Mochi had checked Chauhan's bench in the past, and there didn't seem to be anything lethal. As the saying goes, "it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice", although Qiao Han has a precedent of blowing up the experimental table, but this time there is a lack of dangerous items, and he should not be able to set off the wind and waves.

So what's going on?

Thinking of the previous sneeze and the later sore throat, Mochi got the only possibility - "Could it be a new viral flu that will be fatal"?

Mo Qi thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a better explanation, so he could only give up.

"It looks like I'm going out to bask in the sun, and it's not good for my body to stay in the house all the time."