When Cheese had read the journal in his hand, Ciel was sure that she had found some kind of potion that could infect people with the rat-man plague. It's just that compared to the batch of potions intercepted by One-Eye, the potency of this bottle is not complete, and if the female doctor guessed correctly, this bottle of potion should be an early test product. And being able to find this kind of thing indirectly means that maybe they have found the root of the full version of the plague potion.

With a dull sound, Cheese closed the oak notes in his hand. As he thought, a researcher's notes weren't all about data and recipes, and the scattered words and words in the many notes were slowly grouped into a complete thread before the mage's eyes were closed. This thread points to the whole process of the fall of the chief pharmacist of the kingdom.

To Cheese's surprise, it turned out that Baron Gray's death and replacement was not an accident, and this drama was actually planned by the baron's most trusted teacher, in order to better serve the "adult" in his mouth. As for Gray, he was originally against his teacher's approach, and in the baron's opinion, although the elven potion has a limited effect in the hands of humans, this limited effect is always better than infinite hidden dangers.

It was a debate between master and apprentice about the direction of scholarship, and the chief pharmacist had no intention of killing his proudest disciple. But just because he won't do that doesn't mean those who bewitch him won't. Perhaps Gray will eventually be persuaded to agree with his teacher, but the plague spreaders can't wait that long. After assuring the apothecary that he was only "convincing" Gray, the old man sent his disciple out of sight and to Turbidity Town.

Maybe he was crazy when he found out that the Gray he had come back was not his disciple at all. Cheese was able to feel the madness and anger between the lines from the final stages of the journal, and these strong emotions had nowhere to be vented but to devote themselves to the improvement of the rat-man plague and hatred of spellcasters like Cheese. Yes, although the earliest plague spreader was not this apothecary, it was indeed this person who overcame the problem of rat man reproduction and successfully developed a plague seed potion that could be controlled remotely.

Hatred is the best catalyst for people to become what they once desired most, but at the same time, it robs them of all other emotions. This was what Clark had said to Cheese during a casual conversation, and the mage had not yet understood the weight of the phrase, and with the example of the apothecary, Cheese felt that for the first time he had learned how terrible the power of hatred was. In such a short period of time, the transformation of the rat-man plague and the creation of a stable plague potion may not be able to be achieved by the mage himself.

Turning his gaze back to the already cold corpse, Cheese sighed softly. He was unhappy about what happened to the apothecary, but he also had to admit that if the other party was not attracted by the forbidden knowledge and made a deal with the existence in the shadows, then the person might be just a mere person for the rest of his life. Whether the deal with the devil ruined your life or made your life a success, this kind of thing is not the words of the person concerned, who can say clearly?

"Let's go, there's nothing we're looking for here. Turning to Ciel, who was still rummaging, Cheese tucked the journal under his arm and walked out of the workshop.

Although the female doctor didn't know what the mage had seen in the log, since the cheese had already spoken, she just nodded, and put the bottle containing the plague potion in place, ready to go back and analyze it. But Cheese suddenly looked back at her and said.

"Put that thing down, the rat-man plague doesn't matter anymore. ”

"What do you mean?" the Dementor was expressionless, but the confusion in Ciel's tone was palpable.

"It means that since the other party has given up on the Apothecary Guild and let us kill the fake baron and this apothecary man, then they don't matter anymore. With that, the mage walked down the workshop with his head bowed. There was one more thing he didn't tell the female doctor, and another strong evidence that the other party had given up on improving the nezumi plague was in his logbook. According to the author's speculation, the current rat-man plague no longer needs any adjustment, the plague has learned to improve itself, and it is bound to eventually become the most terrifying natural disaster in history.

At the end of the journal he wrote, "I have foreseen a frenzy that will consume everything. The funny thing is that when I realized what I had perfected, I couldn't stop it. ”

"No, with me, it won't. Cheese whispered and returned to the office on the third floor. On the door in front of him, a red magic circle with a triangular main frame, inlaid and encircled with numerous intricate patterns, was emitting an unsettling light. The smell of sulfur began to emanate from the circle.

The mage recognized the effect of this magic array at a glance, and at the same time, it also made him slightly disdain for the magic circle skills of the person who laid this one.

"Too many useless circuits, too many repetitive collars, ha, and some lines that are only decorative, I don't know what to say. ”

But no matter what Cheese said, the things summoned by this circle still managed to come to this room. A large hand with long brown hair stretched out along the center of the magic circle, causing ripples like water waves on the wooden door. Dr. Hill, who was coming down the stairs, let out a scream at the sight. Not everyone is unfazed by demons.

The hot air exhaled from the magic circle blew the hood off the mage's head, revealing the impatient look under the black hair of cheese. After getting the first-hand information, what the mage wanted to do now was not to fight a demon, this senseless violence was a complete waste of time in his eyes. So Cheese moved, and in the face of the ape-like demon who was pulling out his other shoulder from the circle, the mage walked over without fear, and began to use magic power to build a circle of far complexity on his empty right hand.

"In my name, this calling is suspended. Cheese whispered as he placed his right hand on top of the demon's head. His eyes shot out like a pillar of light, and this power used the demon's body as a medium, violently impacting the circle on the door. Not to be outdone, some of the red lines on the circle emit a more intense light in an attempt to stop the cheese's behavior, which is the circuit in the circle against magical intervention.

However, it was clear that the mage was clearly superior in the way of formation, and as his magic poured into the circle, the demon sadly found that his body was stuck in the circle, unable to move on, unable to retract its outstretched body, unable to even move a finger. The red circle on the door quickly gave up resistance under the continuous impact, and gradually faded like paint diluted by water, gradually losing its clear appearance.

"Smack!" When the last traces of red completely disappeared from the wooden door, half of the demon's body lost support and fell out of the air. The pungent smell of demonic blood began to flow from its section, and it was a pity that this not weak demon died here in humiliation because of this kind of thing.

The mage didn't even look at the demon corpse at his feet, and he pushed open the cracked wooden door, revealing the dark hallway of the Apothecary's Guild. The lights that illuminate the entire building have disappeared at some point.