On the brightly lit streets, there was no sign except for a few ghost-like patrolmen.

It's not yet eleven o'clock at night, and on weekdays, it's the golden time when Tulum Port is at its liveliest and noisiest with nightlife. Not to mention, tonight is still a mid-autumn celebration?

Curfew.

This is something that has never been done before in the history of the Port of Tulum.

The city hall, together with the garrison, the police station, and the court, jointly issued a curfew. After dark, unless the military, police, or special passes are obtained, citizens of Tulun Port are strictly forbidden to appear on the streets.

Joe shook his baton and strolled down Silver Grape Street.

The street is lined with small and delicate buildings, each with a large front garden, each of which is kept clean and tidy, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Because of overseas trade, the port of Tulum was extremely wealthy. Because of the wealth, the artistic atmosphere here is also extremely strong.

Nine times out of ten, there was music coming from the small building Joe walked through. Pianos, violins, violas, cellos, flutes, reeds, and even difficult harps flutter in.

Although the port of Tulun has been full of rumors and panic in the past two days, life goes on.

Joe snapped his mouth.

As 'Joe', he appreciates the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere of life. In the past, he would even lie in front of the guardrail of the small building, and peek through the glass window of the small building unbridled and boldly peeked at the beautiful ladies who played musical instruments.

As 'Crimson'......

'Crimson' marked as 'supernatural' by Laplasie!

Crimson hated this peaceful life, anger brewing, accumulating, Joe's blood boiling, tumbling. He longs for battle, for fighting, for the tumultuous collapse of the heavens and the earth, for the bloody destruction and slaughter.

"Strength!"

Joe muttered the word from the depths of his throat, with an urn in an urn.

It's not Joe's wish, it's the deepest instinctive pursuit from Crimson.

Powerful, enough to crush everything, to suppress everything. 'Crimson' craves power, so Joe, now, is desperate for power.

"Laprahi, how can I get the fastest boost in strength? How can I complete the strength sea workout as quickly as possible? Joe finally couldn't help it and asked the question in a low voice.

"Elixir." Laprahi's shrill voice sounded in Joe's head, and there was a smile in his voice that couldn't hide it: "Crimson, I knew that you couldn't control your crazy desire for power. After all, you're crimson! ”

Joe was reluctant to discuss the relationship between Joe and Crimson and asked in a low voice, "What kind of potion?" ”

"A more refined, no impurities, more energy per unit volume, easier to absorb, and less load on the sea of power." Laplaci smiled happily: "For example, the perfect divine origin potion, I have the perfect recipe here. ”

"Money is valuable, knowledge is priceless, the all-knowing Laprashi is very fair, the divine origin potion, the complete formula only costs ten billion gold marks!" Laprahi squeaked and grinned, reminding Joe of the parrot fish that gnawed on the reef.

Joe closed his mouth, and he was dejected, and he continued on his way.

As the most favored child of the Rittal family, Jo received a fixed amount of 1,500 gold marks of pocket money from Hesse every month. Using all kinds of coquettish methods, Joe can get an additional allowance ranging from 300 to 500 per month from Leah.

On a lucky occasion, for example, this morning, Joe was able to receive an additional windfall income from Hesse with an irregular amount.

On average, Joe gets two thousand two or three hundred gold marks a month.

This part of the income, and a large part, will be snatched away by Tifa's violent extortion, and will be taken away by Weima Sajiao. In the end, Joe only had 1,500 gold coins on hand every month.

For ordinary people, this is a huge amount of money, after all, the commoners at the lowest level of the empire earn less than ten gold coins a year.

But Laplasi said that a prescription for a potion costs 10 billion gold marks?

"Will I become a god if I eat it?" Joe was a little annoyed.

"Exactly, a perfectly proportioned Divine Origin Elixir can make you a god high above!" La Prahi lengthened his voice and exclaimed aloud in Joe's mind in an operatic aria: "Isn't it worth a billion gold marks to be a god?" ”

Joe shook off his hands and sped up his walk.

"Laprahi, become a god? Can you have a more reliable statement? God, the glory of the Metland continent has been 1,379 years, a full 1,379 years, and in the Metland continent, God has disappeared for 1,379 years. ”

"God, existence." Laprahi persistently sold to Joe: "Just because you have not seen God with your own eyes does not deny the existence of God, deny the possibility of becoming God. If God doesn't exist, why do you have so much favor? ”

Coughing, Laplasi slowed his voice, "Okay, I see, Crimson is a poor ghost. So, the poor ghost 'Crimson', a shining dragon potion? ”

"A billion gold marks, as long as a billion gold marks, you can get the recipe for the shining dragon potion. With one dose, you can take a perfectly blended glowing dragon potion and you will have the power of an ancient dragon intact. ”

"Or, 100 million gold marks, a burning phoenix potion?"

"Ah, poor devil 'Crimson', then, ten million gold marks...... Come to think of it, for 10 million gold marks, you can only get the recipe for the ordinary Bronze Titan bloodline potion. ”

"I have to tell you, to tell you the truth, this potion is boring, it only gives you a certain amount of Titan power. Of course, as long as you take ten doses in a row, you will be able to complete the perfect forging of the sea of power. ”

"It's perfect, think about it, right?"

Jo touched his chest, and the stack of bills he had snatched from Hesse in the morning was lying in his pocket.

"I have, probably, a thousand gold marks. Laprahi, you can see what to do, right? ”

Joe reported all his possessions.

Laprahi was silent for a long time, and after a long time, a long time, he sighed faintly: "Poor ghost." As a poor ghost, why should I care for you? However, you are 'Crimson', and there is no one more suitable to be my patron than you." ”

"Well, a thousand gold marks...... Poor Baba's Thousand Gold Marks...... In the Imperial Capital of Delen, a thousand gold marks are not enough for some people to pay for a glass of wine...... "Laprahi sighed in a long voice, "Then, the formula of the flawless primary strength potion is ten times stronger than the inferior one you took yesterday. ”

"That's it, the deal is complete!"

Without allowing Qiao to speak, the stack of banknotes on his chest turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, and in the green smoke, a small bronze note the size of a palm quietly appeared, on which the formula and preparation method of the primary strength potion were densely written in crimson handwriting.

Joe stopped, stood under the lamp, pulled out the note, and looked at it carefully.

He didn't know anything about pharmacy, but the raw materials listed on this note, as well as the methods of refining medicines, seemed to be so good.

Suddenly, a large cold sweat broke out on Joe's back.

He cursed in a low voice: "Laplachi, damn Laplachi, you only give recipes and refining methods, and I still have to find a way to collect materials and prepare potions...... What you said, how much does a potion worth 10 billion gold marks cost? ”

Laprahi replied dryly: "The cost of materials for the Divine Origin Elixir, according to the current market price, will not exceed 300 million gold marks. Of course, the preparation process can be a little tougher, and epic pharmacists may have a 1 percent chance of success. ”

After a pause, Laprahi smiled dryly: "The preparation process may be a little dangerous. When the raw materials are high-energy condensed, if the proportion is wrong, there is a certain probability, about 80% probability of a big explosion. ”

A 1 percent success rate, which is a 99 percent failure rate; And if it fails, there is an 80% chance of a big explosion. This means that even if an epic pharmacist makes a move to prepare a divine origin potion, there is an eighty percent chance of exploding!

Qiao was covered in cold sweat: "The power of the explosion? ”

Laprahi was silent again for a long time, and then he said slowly: "The whole port of Tulum? Oh, perhaps, the three provinces around the port of Tulum. After all, a dose of divine origin can create a god, and the potion contains a power comparable to that of a god. And isn't it reasonable for a god to attack and destroy several provinces? ”

Joe carefully put the formula in his hand close to his body, this is a recipe worth a thousand gold marks.

"So, is an epic pharmacist easy to find? I've never heard of such an epic pharmacist. Joe let out a breath and continued to walk forward.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, and now in all of Metland, there are no epic pharmacists." Laprahi said slowly: "The last epic pharmacist, let me think about it, has also been dead for more than three thousand years. ”

Jo's heart welled up with a vicious breath, and he greeted Laprahi's mother in the local dialect of Casica, in a foul language with a very local flavor.

At the end of Silver Grape Street, Joe stopped.

At the end of Silver Grape Street, this is the hardest hit area of the shelling of the old battery the night before.

A section of the street, nearly a thousand feet long, was completely reduced to ruins, and on the ground, more than a dozen huge craters that could swallow a small building in its entirety were extremely glaring.

Several army soldiers in iron-gray uniforms were standing on the side of the road smoking cigarettes, and when they saw Joe approaching, one of the soldiers took a puff of cigarette, shook his head and sighed: "Merciful Muteste is above, fortunately it is a mid-autumn night, and there are not many people left at home in this area." ”

The darkness of the night, the ruins, the craters, the soldiers in iron-gray uniforms, like ghosts and shadows under the blue and white lights of the gas street lamps, all this seemed so illusory, like the scene in a nightmare.

Joe stood by a large crater and stared blankly for a moment.

"Merciful Muteste is above. Don't let me grab the crumbs, I'll break their bones one by one. Joe clenched his fists and shouted at the soldiers.

"I hope so." A soldier spread his hands and shook his head: "The brothers have been busy for two days in a row, and the nearby neighborhood has been thoroughly searched without finding anything. ”

"I'll catch them." Joe nodded to the soldier, "We'll see." ”