With the news provided by the young maid, Barrett easily found the location of the cellar.

It is located in the middle of the garden rockery, and there is a small inconspicuous door between the rocks. The vines on the door are entangled, and the blocking is quite tight, and I really can't see the strange thing if I don't get very close.

However, there was no guard outside this door, and the nearest spear-wielding guard slept soundly in the pavilion more than five hundred meters away. The clear sound of Barrett accidentally kicking the rocks as he entered the rockery didn't wake the guard up, or rather, his own snoring had drowned out all the subtle sounds around him.

A dark cloud that happened to pass by obscured the glow of the moon. In the middle of the night, Barritt, an uninvited guest, stood outside the door, frowning and thinking about the next plan of action.

According to the Gluttonous Maid, the mysterious man who made the strange potion lived in the cellar behind this door. And she also told Barrett that the man seemed to have lived in the Earl's Court for almost ten years, before she arrived. The other servants had also talked about the mysterious man that Countess Teresa had invited several times to come over.

The man seldom came out of the cellar when he came, and any requests were made to the countess through the guards who delivered the meals every day. Moreover, this man has the trust of the countess, and the countess will do her best to meet all kinds of requests.

The gluttonous maid said that she had seen the mysterious man on the countess's seventy-seventh birthday. The guy looked very old, an old man with a wrinkled face and unkempt face. He was impatient at the Countess's birthday party, and after simply toasting Lady Teresa with a glass of wine, he left without permission.

After this time, she had never seen this person again, but all kinds of strange items were still being sent to the cellar, and correspondingly, the strange potion was also taken out of the cellar every day.

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Judging from the situation described by the maid, the mysterious man should not be a mage, at least not a high-ranking mage, and this guy does not sound too dangerous, Barrett judged.

In his understanding, the mage group did not need the support of the nobility, nor was they used to living in the cellar for long periods of time, and although there were many people in this group who also did not like to go out, it did not mean that they did not like to enjoy it.

As long as you're not a mage. After assessing the risk of entering, Barrett tentatively reached out and pushed the door. The door didn't open, it looked locked. If it were a real stalker, it would be time to take out the tools and prepare to pick the lock, but Barrett had never learned this skill, so he had to try the following ways to open the door in front of him.

1. Brute-force cracking. Smashing the gate with a single sword is the easiest method, but it is very likely to wake up the surrounding guards, and then you can only choose between escaping and opening the Musou harvest;

2. Use spells. For example, 'dragon fruit seeds open the door, basil seeds open the door' and the like, but the probability of being useful is very low;

3. Reach out and knock on the door. Pretend to be here to trick the door open, and then wait for the mysterious man inside;

4. Look for windows. It is often said, 'When the gods close a door to you, they will open a window for you,' but I don't know if this is good for those who live in cellars.

Without further ado, our Stalker Barrett, like all other people in their right minds, unsurprisingly chose the third option.

He tapped lightly on the door with his fingers. The noise wasn't too loud, and it wasn't too obtrusive under the cover of the guard's muffled snoring. Ten heartbeats later, he rang a second time and pressed his ear to the door. After a while, there was a faint sound of footsteps inside, and it was getting closer.

Barrett adjusted his posture outside the door, his body accumulating, ready to subdue the opponent as soon as possible.

The door to the cellar was halfway opened, revealing a scruffy, bald old man from within. After seeing Barrett, the other party did not show any vigilant look, but asked with some confusion, "Where is my gnolls?"

The old man was answered by the knocker's right fist that struck him. Barrett didn't actually hit too hard, and he was worried that if this punch was too hard, it was likely to kill the haggard old man in front of him directly. He didn't want to kill people indiscriminately until he investigated it clearly.

When Barriet's fist was still a palm away from the old man's chest, a translucent force field suddenly flashed out, stopping his attack.

It's 'Mage Armor'!" Barrett was shocked, he recognized this special protective spell that only mages could use. The other party is really a mage, but I don't know if it belongs to the Magic Association, but it doesn't look like it.

The old man looked down at Barrett's punch in the chest, as if he hadn't reacted yet. At this time, Barrett did not hesitate to draw the 'Tyrannical Touch' with his left hand and slashed it with a sword.

The situation in front of him is not at all explained in one or two sentences, and Barrett can't bet that the other party is in the same camp as him, if not, then the situation has become too dangerous, so he plans to subdue it first.

The 'Mage Armor' disappeared in an instant under the blade of the 'Tyrannical Touch', and the sword instantly touched the old man's neck, and no other protective spell flashed out.

Although the other party is a mage, it seems that the level is very low, and it should not exceed the third level, Barrett is quite sure of this. And he doesn't seem to have the slightest combat experience, less than a farmer who often fights goblins who steal grain. This made Barrett feel a lot more relaxed.

It was only then that the old man reacted from his stunnedness. He began to slowly widen his eyes and open his mouth, as if intent on ignoring the blade around his neck and began to scream.

This guy always reacts so inappropriately, doesn't he feel a little cold in his neck, or is he sure I won't really hurt him?

Barrett had no choice but to cover the other man's mouth with his other hand in an instant, and pressed the old man against the wall inside the door. Then our intruder whispered quickly, "Don't make a sound, don't make any extra moves, I don't want to hurt you, don't force me to do it." ”

He moved his sword slightly outward, lest the guy die in the senseless struggle.

Fortunately, although the old man's reaction in front of him was very slow, he was quite aware of current affairs. He just leaned stiffly against the wall, his body didn't move, he didn't even stop breathing, he just looked at Barrett in horror with his bloodshot eyes.

"Is there anyone else in here?" Barrett asked in a deep voice.

The old man remained motionless, like a puppet.

"Answer my question!"

The other party shook his head in a panic.

"Good. Let go of you now, don't try to shout, or ......" He brought his sword closer to the old man's neck again, and slowly removed his hand from the old man's face.

Barrett stared straight at the guy in front of him and fumbled to close the cellar door behind him. Then he commanded the old man, "Lead the way, let's go in and talk." ”

The old man obediently led Barrett to the depths of the cellar. The cellar was quite bright, and the items that had been kept 'illuminated' were embedded everywhere. After turning a corner, Barrett saw a somewhat cramped, cluttered laboratory.

Just as Barrett was looking at the lab to see if there were any magic traps, the old man suddenly said, "Can you take this sword away a little? ”

"I don't think most people can agree with you. Barrett said, "Because you're a mage." "It's slow, but he's still a mage.

"It's just an ordinary first-level mage, and the only damage spell I can use is 'Magic Missile'. The old man tugged at his neck at the other side of the sword.

"That's enough to kill. Barrett's sword then clinged to it again.

"I've never hurt anyone with magic, never!" said the old man, his expression quite reasonable, "I'm just a pharmacist, a genius pharmacist who wants to invent more recipes, that's all. ”

"Then why don't you join the Magic Guild and hide in this cellar and study secretly?" Barrett asked, sensing his surroundings.

There is not a trace of blasphemy here, no matter what the old man in front of him wants to do, but it should have nothing to do with the devil.

In Barrett's view, those who live in hell are like heated durians, leaving that special profanity everywhere they go. After a deep contact, he could clearly distinguish this aura.

The old man didn't want to say it directly, so Barrett used the sword in his hand a little harder, cutting a little bit of the skin on the old man's neck.

"Wait, don't get excited!" I said, I said no!" the old man slowly recounted his previous experience.

Barrett listened quietly, not interrupting. The other party was a little reluctant at first, but then he began to pour out non-stop, and the dissatisfaction and complaints mixed in the tone were quite obvious.

"It's just that there were some 'innocuous and innocious' minor accidents, and I was imprisoned for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years!" the old man grumbled angrily, "I will explain that the man who drank my potion was not blind, but only had an extra layer of eyelids on his eye. Did you know crocodiles? Crocodiles have three layers of eyelids. It's just that his eyelids are a little thick, and he can't open them. ”

That's no different from being blind, Barrett shook her head inwardly.

"Isn't it a good thing that the one that grows a third leg?" said the old man, unashamedly, "you know, the triangle is the most stable, and it is not easy for that person to fall down in the future." He could even make a fortune with this in the future. ”

"For example?" Barrett asked.

The old man thought for a long time before giving a not-so-good answer, "The circus may need him." ”

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