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"Watch the guards. You heard our conversation through it. ”

Seeing that the alchemist could still see his face and talk to himself without showing up, Eric naturally thought of this magical artifact.

Surveillance guards are colorless and transparent, making them difficult to find without specialized detection magic. So it can act as the eyes and ears of a magical professional anywhere.

"Your knowledge is always surprising. White's voice was tinged with approval, "That's right, it's the Magic Guard." And it's not just underground, the entire inner city main fortress is within my watch. ”

It seems that the Pyros family has completely entrusted the defense system to the alchemists.

The trust in it is worth playing.

"It's not surprising that you, as an alchemist, have watchguards, but how did you get the Nightmare Maker, an evil species born in the Northlands? ”

Eric raises his own doubts, as he has the impression that the Nightmare's appearance is not a plant.

Hearing this, White's voice was a little surprised.

"Nightmare?" he laughed happily again, "Are you talking about Marila? She's not the disgusting thing. ”

Eric was stunned.

Not a nightmare maker?

White then triumphantly gave the answer.

"She, Marilla, is my most outstanding work – the perfect combination of man and devil grass. ”

Eric shuddered. He even suspected that he had misheard. Until White repeated him again

White actually merged man and plant. This was beyond his knowledge.

Alchemy is such a terrible thing.

And, devil grass?

Eric suddenly realized. He suddenly remembered that the dark red plant he had seen in the fog before that gave off a faint sweet smell was probably Devil Grass. He had seen a description of devil grass in books before, but he didn't think of it for a while after seeing it for the first time.

In fact, the name Devil's Grass is another name given to it by the world, indicating how terrible it is. Its real scientific name is Remembrance Grass. This plant tends to grow in swarms, and they hallucinate any animal that intrudes on their territory and leave them stuck in their own memories. In this respect, it functions very similarly to the Nightmare Maker.

So, the dream wasn't a nightmare, but a memory of himself, but Erik couldn't remember the dream anyway.

White continued, and became more and more energetic. It seems to have entered a state of excitement in discussing academics. Eric couldn't see White's face, but he guessed that White must have been dancing at this point.

"And, I've made some improvements. The first is color. In fact, at first, Marilla took on the dark red color of devil grass. However, she thought she was too ugly, so I had to inject a lot of chlorophyll into her. It makes her look more energetic. Marilla is pleased with the vibrant green. In addition, I added some unique recipes to her, allowing her to reproduce and preserve the fragments of the unconscious person's brain through the branches. ”

At this point, the alchemist still did not appear, and his voice came from the plant not far away. Perhaps at some command, the plant Marilla shook the dense foliage of her body, and three fist-sized crystal balls emerged from it. The bright colored particles inside look quite gorgeous and fascinating.

"Look. How beautiful these memories are. ”

White's admiration made it seem like he had seen the most beautiful thing in the world.

Eric was chilled. He knew his memories were stored in one of the crystal balls.

"That's ours... Memories?"

The answer is yes.

"Yes. I'm going to keep these and watch them slowly. Watching other people's memories is my biggest hobby. ”

White's delightful tone sounded particularly harsh to Eric at this time.

"Mr. White, do you agree to return my memories?"

Eric's speech was full of anger.

"No!" White refused, without thinking. Due to the urgency, the voice was a little high-pitched: "Since your memories are already in my hands, don't want me to hand them over again." They're already in my collection. And don't you want to ask me for a potion against coma, I can give it to you. But none of the services I offer can be free, and this time it's all about your memories. ”

Regardless, Eric didn't want others to snoop on his memories.

"You can give me back my memories first. I can offer you other alternatives until you are satisfied. ”

Eric came up with a compromise.

"No!" White still refused.

"Won't it work anyway?"

"Not by any means!"

White's voice grew sharper. It seems that things are no longer negotiable.

Eric sighed.

The next moment, he raised the Curt style.

Before White and Marilla could react, he fired three shots in quick succession.

Bang bang bang!

The three crystal balls containing memories burst instantly, and the starlight inside suddenly floated out of them, and soon dissipated into the air.

"No—"

White's wail caused a great deal of pain in Eric's ears.

Judging from the volume and persistence, White is really very sad.

The consequences of this are undoubtedly serious, that is, an angry alchemist is about to become his enemy. Eric blamed himself for his impulsiveness, he was like himself who was usually used to forbearance.

But he doesn't regret it. Because everyone has a bottom line that prohibits others from trampling on.

"You're going to pay! you're going to pay!"

White's words actually brought out the cry. It was mixed with resentment and sadness at the same time.

It was as if Eric was his father-killer.

This reinforces Eric's belief that the alchemist must have some kind of mental illness.

It is printed with the sentence: All geniuses are crazy.