The mutilated recipe for magical energy is, in a sense, a useless piece of waste paper.

Compared with the complexity and variability of pharmacy, its recipes are more like a rigid and fixed straight line, and if a link collapses, everything that has been done before will be completely wasted.

Even if the original main ingredient of the formula is unknown, as long as the specific properties of the main material are known, it can be replaced in another way, and the process of subsequent formula can be adjusted, and experienced pharmacists can be fully competent.

However, the recipes of magic energy that have died all the way have not changed at all, perhaps this is more in line with the resolute and courageous belief of the food wizards in ancient times, and the great era of invasion of the worlds, the difficulty of food wizards to obtain high-quality ingredients has plummeted, and there is an endless supply of abundant ingredients.

It prospered like never before, but as the times changed, a single magical recipe soon fell to the brontaneous apothecary of the same period, and the gastronomic wizard fell from the powerful wizard tributary of the prestige.

Slowly recalling the wizard history segment described in the book "Ancient Changes", Mebes, who suffered from gains and losses, sighed slowly, not knowing whether to lament the food wizard who was abandoned by the times or feel distressed by the magic recipe.

"It can only be used as reference material." He still looked like a big man, and he thought to himself.

"Next up is Rand's letter."

After Mebis cleaned up the stall, he took out an envelope with glasses printed on the back, and in the upper left corner of the front was the recipient of the letter.

"Root, who loves death"

Strange name.

"Red Rose 3rd Street 012 Store."

He learns that the first and second streets are exclusive to the stalls of the wizards' free trade, and that the third street is a traditional fixed pattern from the beginning, densely packed with small buildings with unique styles.

Following the towering and eye-catching bouquet signs, the black-robed man soon walked into a narrow street.

As far as the eye can see, the streets are sparsely dotted with oddly decorated huts, the quirky shops with scarlet blood splashing on the walls like spilled ink, and the dark doorways of the shops with slender iron hooks hanging from the transparent windows of the shops.

Mebis suddenly knew why it was so empty, and these uniquely styled huts were probably going to dispel a wizard's desire to consume at first glance.

"Do you want a bottle of Bobot blood potion, just 2 magic stones, cough cough..."

Walking through a red-colored hut, a female arm suddenly stretched out from the wall, with a translucent bottle on her slender fingertips, filled with overflowing blue blood and a piercing voice.

Fortunately, Mebis was also a nervous category, and was not frightened by the sudden appearance, but carefully observed for a while, and the pale arm shook a few times and then disappeared abruptly, leaving only a low sigh slowly echoing behind the blood-red.

"It's funny that there are two completely different situations in a market," thought the big man as he raised the corners of his stubble-covered mouth.

After walking two or three hundred meters, Mebis stopped at a shop that was much more normal than other huts, with only scattered debris on the neat blue-black stone bricks, and it seemed that the owner still took care of the appearance from time to time.

"House of Bones"

The structure of the portal is not different from the other shops, a structure that is completely composed of curved ribs, and two skulls are hung in the middle.

He hadn't studied biological structure, he didn't recognize the bones on them, they could be humanoid, they could be human bones, and Mebis saw a trace of dried brown blood and white silk through the cracks, well... The owner may also have a habit of changing them regularly.

The bone door is very slippery to start, but the texture is very light, and the dense white obscures the light inside, and it may still be a good idea to throw away the material factor.

"Gollum Gollum Purr Purr Gollum

As soon as he entered the door, he saw many strange creatures preserved in glass bottles, replacing the gas with a thin conduit and making a blister-like sound.

The glass bottles were set in two vertical columns on the white bone face wall, and the air was filled with the scent of very fresh roses, which smelled much better than the pungent compound potion in the Rand Hut.

Except for the glass bottles, which took up most of the space, the surrounding space was empty with a few white bone chairs and stools on smooth jade bricks.

"Anyone?"

Mebis shouted tentatively.

"Oh, wait! Wait! I'm dealing with a lovely life."

A slightly hurried cry came from an unknown spot on the left, followed by a terrible moan, and he didn't care what it was, just looking straight at the unknown creature in the glass bottle that was also staring at him.

"This should be... Spectrum of the Marls? ”

Mebis muttered as she watched the corners curl up like babies, white-golden, hairy humanoids.

"That's right, my dear guest."

"It's amazing to be able to recognize my third cherished collection"

The wizard with a skin as white as a dead man walked towards him in small steps, the other party had a handsome face, the eyelashes that were more slender than a woman's eyelashes were extraordinarily bewitching, and the thick sword eyebrows had a touch of male masculinity, and the combination of the two did not make people feel disgusting, but had a different temperament.

Unlike the ragged wizard who had been immersed in his studies for many years, the man in front of him was tall and cleanly dressed, more like a dashing troubadour, and it would be more perfect to get rid of the red and white paste left under the white shirt.

"My name is Root, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

The other party curled his long, thin red lips and said in a sexy tone.

Unlike the ragged wizard who spent his days studying, the man in front of him was tall and cleanly dressed, more like a dashing troubadour.

Mebis was about to explain the origin directly, but Rout instantly approached Dahan, and in Mebis's dull gaze, he gently pressed his jade-smooth fingers against Dahan's slag-covered lips and whispered.

"Hmm... There's no hurry. ”

"Rand sent you here, right?"

As if perceiving what the big man was thinking, Rout said slowly, and then put away the finger that was against Mebis.

"If Rand sent you here, it must be a distinguished guest of my White Bone Art Museum, since it is a distinguished guest, then you must definitely entertain you well."

"Anyway, you dark magicians are really charming."

Rout stared straight at the horse-faced man for a moment, and the latter laughed a few times without making a statement.

"I don't think so."

Mebis couldn't help but think of the man named 'Mads'.

"My name is Mebis, Lord Root."

Although it is not clear whether the other party is a second-level or third-level apprentice, since he can have a connection with Rand, it is estimated that it is not much worse, for wizards far beyond him, he has always had a very low attitude, arrogance has always been a thing that only the strong deserve to have in the witch world, and it is still strange to admit it before he grows up.

"Hmm,.. Really polite. ”

Rout lifted the black curls on his forehead, and as if he had thought of what to do to receive the visitor, he walked into the white dark room behind him, leaving only a word for Mebes.

"Wait a minute, my honored guest."