"Your hands are bleeding. Lothar said as she noticed the blood dripping from Cheese's ring-wearing finger.

"It doesn't matter. The mage looked at the quiet corridor on the third floor and said to the Count of Montenegro, "Compared to that, if all these pharmacists of the Apothecary Guild die, will your king be angry?"

Cheese's words made the expression on Lothar's face twitch.

"Don't say such terrible things. These apothecaries are the treasures of the kingdom, and if you go on a killing spree here, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. ”

"Yes. That's a real hassle. The mage said, continuing to walk down the hallway with Lothar.

Strangely, on this floor where the kingdom's precious potion masters lived, except for the two guards guarding the door on the second floor, Cheese did not see any protectors on the third floor.

The third floor of the Apothecary's Guild is not very large, and along the cloister of the central patio are the private rooms of the pharmacists who have made outstanding contributions to the association. Although there was no name tag on the door of these rooms, Cheese did not hesitate in the slightest, and from the beginning, the mage focused his attention on a certain room across the patio.

"This is supposed to be Baron Gray's room. The mage whispered to the Count of Montenegro. He pointed to the door with his chin and motioned for him to knock. Apparently, Cheese didn't intend to break with the fake baron in the first place.

Lothar nodded and knocked on the door. At the same time, behind him, Cheese poked his head out to look down at the patio. Although the mage's vision was obstructed by a large amount of light due to the lens hanging in the patio, Cheese still seemed to see what he wanted to see.

At this moment, a man's voice came from inside the door.

"Please come in. ”

Lothar swallowed and pushed the door open. In front of the two of them was a spacious office. On both sides of the office are two rows of bookshelves, which, judging by the writing on the spine, contain a variety of literature related to herbs and the making of potions. In the middle of the bookshelf is a three-piece table, which is surrounded by a large number of plants planted in pots on the left hand side and a large number of crucibles and other utensils on the right side.

As for the owner of the workbench, he was carefully placing the leaves of a plant into a vial of white potion. As the leaf quickly dissolved in the potion, the color of the potion quickly changed to the green it used to be.

"It's the Count of Montenegro and the Cheese Master, right? You know, the plague has been so bad lately. "Baron Grey, a man with two mustaches, and a thinner man, kept his eyes on the potion in front of him as he said this, and did not look at the two cheeses.

"Hey, what's going on?" Lothar was stunned for a moment when he heard the other man's words, they had come to visit Baron Gray from beginning to end under the guise of getting close to this impostor. This means that the Count definitely didn't really convey the request for a meeting to the guy, as there is a high chance that it would attract the false baron's defense. But now, the other party didn't seem surprised by the sudden arrival of the two. How could this not have surprised Lothar.

"It's us, Gray... Or rather, Mr. in the appearance of Baron Grey. He patted the Count on the shoulder with his hand, indicating that he had nothing to fear. Cheese knew it wasn't going to be as perfect as he had designed it to be. Although it is not known what kind of means the other party used to turn against Jason, the mage noticed the strangeness of the guide when he stepped on the second floor. It's just that he wasn't willing to let his plan go to waste, so he pretended not to realize anything and came here.

"Hehe, that's different from what you've done before, Mr. Cheese. Why don't you try to get something from me in disguise?" Baron Grey's mouth erupted with an unpleasant laugh. This time, he finally put down the potion in his hand and looked up at the mage.

Cheese smiled as well, and with the mage's smile, the white scholar's robe on his body quickly turned gray, revealing its original appearance. The robe blown by the surging magic made the robe hunt and the white glow began to glow in Cheese's eyes.

"That's because I don't think you have anything worth it. You're just a minion, you're not the one who spreads the plague, it's not you who creates the seeds of the plague, you're just a substitute for the dead who stays here. ”

"Really, but how do you know?" Baron Grey seemed to be enraged by the mage's words, and he rose from his chair behind the workbench, only to find that the baron was much taller than he was when he stood up.

"Anyone with a background in herbology would not throw the leaves of the wind grass directly into the potion, although the dissolution process of the leaves looks handsome. However, the components are also degraded by reacting with the leaf epidermis. Your actions have fully exposed your ignorance, so please don't waste my time again. The mage said calmly.

"What fangs, grey robe. I hope you're still on this face when I pull your intestines out. The baron's face grew longer, his face tatters as he spoke, and his body began to swell, as if something was about to burst out of the too narrow body. It seems that the human skin on his face is too much of a hindrance, and the monster that appeared from the baron's body tore the entire human face off his own face.

"Well, don't you ugly things have anything else to pursue? It's really uncreative to either disembowel or screw your head off all day. Cheese tilted his head, "And, who said I'm going to fight you?"

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the sound of the building being smashed through rang out from outside the room. And to smash this stone building into such a loud noise, it can be seen that there must be some extremely fierce battle going on outside the room.

"Lothar, this guy is over to you. I'm going to help Jack deal with that traitor. The mage said, turning nonchalantly and walking out of the room. Leaving only the Count of Montenegro with a blank face, Lothar was now completely confused about the noise outside the house, but he didn't have the slightest clue about the traitor in Cheese's mouth.

The monster that came out of the baron's body had no intention of letting the cheese go, and its barbed tongue flew out of the monster's mouth like a crossbow arrow, and struck the mage in the back of the heart.

However, this blow was destined to be fruitless, although Lothar's mind did not turn, but his body could make the right judgment. When the tongue was five paces away from the cheese, the Count's saber was in between.

"I kind of know why Leon and Heather hate teaming up with wizards so much. You'll have to tell me everything about the cause and effect!" Lothar, holding her sword in both hands to prevent her weapon from being snatched by the monster's tongue, shouted to the mage behind her.

"If you survive, I'd love to tell you about it. With a casual wave of his hand, Cheese opened the door to the room, "One last tip, the things you fight are not so easy to die, you need to cut a few more knives." ”