In the evening, the gold coins and dreams sounded again a loud singing, which was full of breath and might, but every note was not in tune, and a tragic and vigorous war song was sung with full comedic effect.

"It's been the eighth time I've sung it today, isn't this guy tired, isn't he really a madman who escaped from the Holy City?" Mick grumbled weakly, holding his head.

Ever since Mick made a request to the man, that guy has become a piece of kraft candy, sticking to Mick every day, and he can't drive away, in the name of protecting Mick's safety, in fact, he is afraid that Mick will be repaid.

Of course, for this kind of scoundrel who is powerful to a certain extent, Mick can't do anything other than say a few ugly words behind his back.

"What did Alexander say about this trouble, he wouldn't sit idly by?!" Mick lamented.

Eric, who was sitting across from Mick, smiled wryly and said, "My lord said that this is the result of your deception, and he can't help it." ”

"I knew I couldn't count on him when it mattered. Mick complained hatefully, but as he spoke, he was suddenly stunned: "Alexander said he couldn't help him...... What the hell is this guy all about?"

Eric sighed and said, "You found out." Ay...... I don't know if it's your luck or your misfortune to mess with him. He is the youngest son of the Wolrich family, the great-grandson of the legendary warrior Field Marshal Friedrich. ”

"What? He's the Frings who has awakened the fifteenth-order legendary bloodline?!" Mick jumped up from his chair, his eyes widening.

"You've heard of him too?"

"Nonsense!" Mick said, "he's the most promising Ostoman legend in the entire Ottoman generation, who doesn't know?"

"Yes, when his bloodline awakened, it alarmed the entire empire. As he spoke, Eric suddenly sighed: "But one Friedrich is enough to terrify the royal family, if you add a Frijns ......"

A chill flashed in Eric's eyes. Mick understood his hint and nodded, "Understood, I will keep my distance from him, but since the opportunity flew in front of me by itself, it would be too violent to take advantage of it." ”

"Mick, you must not hit his attention! Wohlrich is different from the other families, it is an unimaginable behemoth, even His Majesty the Emperor would not dare to completely turn against them. Eric said nervously.

"Got it," Mick said disdainfully...... "how can a little man like me be so self-conscious? Don't worry, this little profit, I believe the Wolrich family will not take it to heart. ”

As he spoke, Mick's tone gradually became serious: "It's what I want, Erik, you must send it to me as soon as possible, and you can't delay for a moment." ”

"I said Mick, what do you want five hundred demonized goats for? Are you going to change to herding?" said Eric.

"You don't care about this for now, in short, it must be sent as soon as possible, and it is best to send it over tonight. Remember, it's up to you to succeed or fail this time. ”

Seeing that Mick said solemnly, Eric also had to pay attention to it and nodded seriously.

Mick tried to brush up his thoughts again, but the intoxicating singing grew louder and louder, causing him to become distracted and distracted, unable to concentrate on his thoughts. In the end, he had no choice but to hide in the alchemy laboratory.

Frings has no consciousness of being born in a wealthy family at all, he is like Mick's shadow, no matter day and night, Mick is overwhelmed, so he can only hide in the laboratory in the name of designing equipment for the military department, and he does not even go to class.

Fortunately, Eric sent all the materials he asked for that night, so that he didn't stay too lonely in the laboratory.

Strange to say, with Frings's squatting, Mick's experiment went surprisingly smoothly, and in just one week, he found a breakthrough, and several problems that had not been solved before also made great progress.

A week later, at night, Frings slept in Mick's big bed, while Mick spent the night in the lab. Before his eyes, a dying demonized goat bleated weakly, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would become part of the mountain of minced flesh beside it, just like its poor companions.

However, just when the demonized goat was about to die, Mick once again activated the magic array on the test bench, and a stream of pure magical energy was instantly injected into the demonized goat's body, and the poor worm that was about to die suddenly opened its eyes and its body swelled and contracted, like a balloon, which was blown up for a while, and then deflated again.

This is a precursor to failure, all the demonized goats in previous experiments will eventually burst into a mass of minced meat because they can't withstand the magical energy, and it seems that this time is no exception.

Mick looked disappointed again. Just as he took out his Blackwood wand and prepared to cast a magic shield to avoid being splashed with blood, the weak demonized goat suddenly let out a lion-like roar.

At this moment, the sleeping Frings suddenly sat up, still asleep as if he smelled some tempting smell, his nose sucked a few times sharply, and he couldn't stop smashing it with a greedy mouth, and his tightly closed eyes showed a trace of struggle.

But after all, his appetite could not withstand the thick sleepiness, and he frowned and hesitated for a moment, then fell back into bed and snored.

In the laboratory, the shaved demonized goat suddenly lit up with magical light, and a complex and delicate magic array slowly appeared on it, bursting out with a terrifying and ferocious aura.

If you just use magic sense, you will think that you are facing a powerful creature such as a demon bear, not a weak goat.

"Succeeded?!" Mick was overjoyed, and immediately activated the Eye of Insight, and all the secrets of the demon sheep were instantly exposed to him.

"The fusion rate is over 90%, his strength and agility are increased by 10%, and he has the breath of other species, which is exactly as expected, no, it is even better than expected!"

Mick let out a wild cry of joy, and a finger-thick electric fire flashed from the Blackwood wand, and the unsuspecting demonized goat was instantly stunned by the lightning bolt, and fell to the test bench convulsively.

Mick pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed the demon sheep in the back of its neck before it was dead, peeling its skin alive.

He took the bloody sheepskin and studied it carefully for a long time, then suddenly flung it aside and picked up another knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

The knife was less than fifteen centimeters long and delicately crafted, with a hair-blown blade and a circle of fine fluff on the handle that stretched long to the blade.

Mick grabbed the knife, dipped it in some kind of magic potion that had been configured, and said to himself, "Whether it is evolution or destruction, it depends on this time." ”

After speaking, his eyes flashed with a hint of determination, and he pinched the handle of the knife in his right hand and slashed it down on his chest.

The sharp blade instantly sliced through his flesh, and bright red blood gushed out, and the moment the blood came into contact with the magic potion, a blue-purple magical flame soared high.

Mick screamed in pain, cold sweat falling like rain in an instant, and his trembling hands almost couldn't hold the hilt.

However, he only paused for a moment before gritting his teeth and slashing a second shot at his chest.