"If the dose of fire phosphoweed is too large, will the people who take it by mistake be like them? I mean, this kind of death burned by the flames. "Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Alan asked, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Lord Aiden, but I can't answer this question. The old alchemist frowned, "The deaths of these corpses are indeed bizarre, but I can't be sure if they died from alchemical drugs, because no one would use a living person to do such a vicious experiment." Secondly, in an alchemy potion, at least dozens, or even hundreds of herbs, or some other special substances, will be fused with each other under the reflection of high temperature, or repel, or produce a new potion effect, this is the charm of black magic alchemy, so in the potion they mistakenly take, there will never be only one material, fire phosphograss. ”

"Oh....." Alan nodded as if he didn't understand, then looked up and asked, "Can you try to restore the potion left in those bones?" he paused and opened his mouth again, "If we can, we can do that vicious experiment on animals, though, that's a bit cruel....."

"I'm afraid not. The old alchemy wizard replied categorically, "As I just said, there are at least dozens of herbs in an alchemy potion, these bones have been exposed to the air, and the residue will volatilize and dissipate over time, even if you find the elixir that the deceased took by mistake before her death, without the guidance of the wizard who originally made it, it is absolutely impossible to restore the exact same potion, and the god Namu may not be able to do it, because the order of the herbs, the temperature of the fire, and the dosage will directly affect the final potion effect." ”

Alan sighed after hearing this. Before that, there seemed to be only two enemies in the shadows, but after this incident, they seem to have new enemies.

Kenny looked up, his gaze wandering between the stars and the moon. The alchemist's words made the whole thing even more confusing. Originally, he pinned his hopes on the ancient book that Eugene was translating, but when the old guy found out the new secret on the bones, everything in front of him became complicated.

"Lord?" Sersi shifted his gaze from the puzzled Alan to Kenny, "What are we going to do next?"

"Huh?" Kenny replied after coming to his senses, then blinked. "What?" he asked, puzzled.

"I mean, what to do with their bodies. Sersi awkwardly pointed to the pile of bones on the ground.

"Hmm....." Kenny mused, then shifted his gaze to a worried Ellen.

"What do you want me to do?" Alan furrowed his brows tighter, "You're the lord, the decision is yours, Sersi and I only have the right to advise, but you can ignore his fucking advice!"

"What about using that red-haired girl in the inn compared to you?" Sersi raised an eyebrow, "My suggestion is more fucked up than that?"

"Not really!hahaha-" Alan laughed heartily.

"What redhead? What inn?" Kenny asked, wiping his forehead and straightening his back, "What are you two doing hiding from me?"

"Nothing, it's a to look back on. Alan whispered, then glanced at the pile of bones on the ground, "What are you going to do with this mess and bring it back to Morwinburg untouched?"

Kenny stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. "Put it there!" he said, "and leave some guards here to keep them guarded, along with the ornaments and coats of arms, until their families claim them." ”

"Yes, lord. Aiden replied, and then walked to the Guards under martial law.

After the departure of the new lord, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the remaining guards surrounded the place of the incident, and the originally noisy streets and alleys gradually returned to calm.

The sun and the moon turned, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on every inch of Nipur's earth, the heads of Orlando and the others remained on the clammy bluestone floor, and the cold wind blew the faces of the four heads pale, and their half-closed eyes seemed to tell a terrible story, until the streets and alleys were crowded with vendors, and there was still no one to claim the bodies of these unfortunate men, and they were placed there.

"Lord, I dare to gamble with my life, this new trade route will completely change the economy of Nipur and even the entire continent of Sumer!"

The person who spoke was old Hyde, at this moment he changed into a gorgeous dress, the coffee-colored bearskin breeches were a gold-threaded open-collar tunic, the white wavy pattern was close to the line, and the most eye-catching thing was the light yellow buckskin boots on his feet, compared with the previous pair of open-mouthed 'frostbite shoes', which made his whole person look radiant.

"Baron Hyde, I don't agree with this proposal!" said an older minister, standing up and objecting, "this road was on the agenda when Nipur was founded, and it is undeniable that it will change Nippur, but it has been repeatedly frustrated and stranded, partly because of financial problems, and more importantly, for nearly two hundred years we have not reached a real alliance agreement with Assyria. ”

"Marquis Edson, didn't you attend the Imperial Council yesterday?" Old Hyde touched his red nose and frowned, "Yesterday we received an alliance agreement from the King of Assyria, and the lord is considering this matter, even if it is for the sake of Nippur, why not the alliance?"

"Agreement?!" the old minister slapped the table angrily, "That damn thing can be called an agreement?!"

"Marquis Ederson is right!" the other young minister chimed in, "we would be crazy to agree to such an alliance agreement!" That thing is simply a vampire's fang, a locust in a rice field, a hungry beggar!"

"That is, why do we have to pay an annual tribute to Assyria? What is this an alliance agreement, and Assyria clearly wants us Nipur to bow down!" roared the old minister.

"That's right, with the power of the lord, we will recruit troops in the spring of the next year, and what is the fear of an Assyria?" said another minister, sitting down.

"Damn the red nose! You're a mere outsider, why are you talking nonsense here?!

In the face of the one-sided indignation in the main hall, old Hyde stood there straight, without saying anything more.

He then looked at Kenny and Alan on the lord's seat.

At this time, the young minister with a ponytail was sitting on the edge of the table in front of the lord without restraint, and the two seemed to be discussing something, and the invective in the council hall did not have any effect on them.

"Lord!" Old Hyde suddenly cried out, "I want to hear your opinion!" (To be continued.) )