In the dark basement, there are dozens of test tubes of different lengths, and the liquids stored in them are also of different colors. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Through the faint light of the candles in the basement, a figure could be faintly seen working inside.

The old man is probably in his fifties, his gray hair has not been tidied for a long time, it is a mess, his eyes are deep-set, it is estimated that he has not rested for several days, his lips are chapped, his throat is squirming from time to time, he seems to be extremely dehydrated, and the old man has a foul smell all over his body, and he has obviously not taken a bath for a long time.

With a shrill sound of "bang", the iron door was pulled open, and then the body of the middle-aged housekeeper before cautiously walked in.

Someone suddenly came in the basement, but the old man didn't seem to notice it at all, with a pair of green eyes in his eyes, staring at the two test tubes in front of him.

With a slight tremor in his arm, he poured the red test tube into another purple test tube, accompanied by a burst of bubbles, and the two streams of liquid also continued to meet and react, seeing the scene in front of him, the old man's eyes immediately lit up, and a pair of eyes wanted to stick to the test tube.

It didn't take long for the bubbles to slowly disappear, and the red and purple liquids converged, but the reaction that the old man wanted to see did not happen at all.

"Failed again? Damn, what went wrong? The old man scratched at his small white hair, not caring at all about making the bald area in the center of his skull more and more obvious because of his movements.

"Master Varro, there's a young man outside who calls himself Lin who wants to see you......"

The butler spoke cautiously, but before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the other party.

"No, no...... Don't you see I'm busy experimenting, don't bother me with those boring things, you know? Varro's head turned, and a pair of godless eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light at this time, like a hungry wolf, staring at Thorge's body, as if he would open his bloody mouth and swallow the other party's body in the next second.

"Yes, yes, I'll tell the other party to leave......" The middle-aged housekeeper named Suo Ge only felt a chill all over his body, and his body suddenly softened, and then he hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said with some trepidation.

At the same time, he had already scolded Lin Hao, who was still waiting for news outside, dozens of times in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't have provoked this madman for just ten silver coins.

"Huh?" The bloodthirsty red light slowly receded from Varro's eyes, and then a somewhat puzzled gaze landed on the blue bottle in Steward Thorge's hand.

"Thorge, what's that in your hand?" The fierce light in Varro's eyes narrowed, and a little thought flashed in his eyes.

"It was the "Lin" who was going to visit you just now that I asked me to hand it to you. Thorge, who fell to his knees, trembled in his heart, and then hurriedly spoke.

"Bring it."

"Yes." Hearing Master Valro's words, Thorge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and carefully handed over the bottle.

Holding the blue bottle in his hand, the other party looked at it for a while, his face became a lot more solemn, and he muttered for a while and said, "Soge, go and invite the other party to the living room, I'll go over later." ”

Snowflakes kept falling from the sky, and it didn't take long for Lin Hao's feet to be full of snow again, and he shook the umbrella in his hand, and the snowflakes quickly fell from it.

The iron door was opened again, and this time, the butler named Suo Ge no longer had the same arrogant attitude as before, but respectfully invited Lin Hao in.

Thorge has been following Master Varro for more than ten years, but he knows the other party's character very well, it is completely a hard and smelly rotten stone, even if he treats those nobles, he will not give the other party a good look at the slightest. But the other party's achievements in alchemy are not small, and many nobles still ask him, so most people are unwilling to offend him for some trivial things. And the person who can make this madman use the word "please" has not seen a few in the more than ten years that he has been the other party's butler.

Shaking off the snowflakes that fell on his body, Lin Hao put away his umbrella and strode in.

As his body moved, Lin Hao's body also brought out footprints on the ground, and due to the continuous falling of snowflakes, those marks were quickly covered.

Seeing Lin Hao's figure, Master Varro, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time, immediately lit up his eyes, as if he had met a friend he hadn't seen for many years, and directly gave him a bear hug.

Before coming to the living room, Varro also made a rare appearance of tidying up, intending to greet this guest he had never met in the best possible way, but the stench on his body could not be removed at all for a while.

Faced with the other party's sudden move, Lin Hao frowned, and then his body flashed and hid to the side.

"This ...... Lin, I wonder where you got this? Seeing Lin Hao's somewhat disgusted movements, Master Varro didn't care at all, and then pointed to the bottle in his hand.

"Does the Master know what this is?" Lin Hao did not immediately answer the other party's question, but asked the other party rhetorically.

"Uh...... If I'm not mistaken, this should be the blood of the Ghanaian fish-people. Rubbing his somewhat rough palms, a hoarse voice spat out of the other's mouth, and a pair of eyes glowed with strange colors.

"Yes, I can't hide it, Master Varro, I still have a lot of blood from the Fish People of Ghana."

Lin Hao said as he took out the other bottles filled with the blood of the Cana fish-men.

"These are just some of them, and in addition to the blood of these Cana fishmen, I also have a lot of scales on the Gana fishmen."

"How is it possible, so much blood, that you have killed so many Ghanaian fishmen from there?" His eyes kept turning, and Varro asked in disbelief.

"I don't have to worry about this, but I don't know if the master is interested in these things?"

"Yes, of course." Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Varro looked at the vials of blue blood in front of him, as if he had seen a delicious delicacy.

The blood and scales on the Fishmen are not very rare alchemical materials, but after the frenzied slaughter of the Fishmen decades ago, there has been no news of any Fishmen near the port of Ksovo in recent years, so they are precious and rare.