Sherlock felt the crushing aura that Florence had deliberately created.

But he didn't have time to react, or to think about why he did it......

Elaine has already served two cups of peacock tongue.

The size of a fist, the shape is round and elegant, and the celadon tea cup with the color of rain and azure is as light as a feather, holding it in the hand, but it is very textured, as if holding a clear spring, which is extremely moist and delicate to the touch.

In the paper-thin tea cup, a pool of turquoise tea rose with colorful smoke.

It's kind of weird.

The turquoise tea is not rare, but it is as green as jasper, and even the tea itself is still shining brightly, and Sherlock is the first time he has seen it.

And the colorful smoke rising from the tea......

Wisps of colorful smoke could rise more than a foot high, Sherlock's face was tense, although he knew it was impossible, but he still wondered if the old guy in front of him wanted to poison himself.

"Please taste...... Peacock tongue, the supreme best of the land of elephants. Florence also held a celadon tea cup, gently sniffed the colorful smoke wafting from the tea, and then was extremely intoxicated, and took a small sip of turquoise tea.

Sherlock nodded, with a reserved smile, picked up his teacup, and took a gentle breath of colorful smoke in the same way as Florence.

Suddenly, a stream of extremely complex attributes, but distinct from each other, refreshing and refreshing elemental energy flowed into the body along the nasal cavity, like countless heavy and clear mercury, injected into the subtleties of the body.

Sherlock felt a shock all over his body, and then a strange stream of heat poured out from the depths of his body.

The elemental energy with variable attributes was integrated into his body, and his four basic elemental qi veins, as well as the three special energy qi veins that connected his spiritual sea, strength sea, and energy sea, even the three seas he opened up, and those trick points opened up in the seven veins, were all subtly nourished, and seemed to be so strong.

Sherlock's face changed slightly.

He picked up the teacup and swallowed the whole cup of peacock tongue in one gulp.

This is undoubtedly extremely rude, whether as a nobleman or as a gentleman, to behave like this in front of the master, it is extremely rude.

But the hunger and thirst reaction in his body made Sherlock not care so much.

This peacock tongue has great benefits for the evolution of super-level existences...... This complex and warm energy stimulates the human body, making evolution more complete and perfect, and fundamentally increasing the purity and potential of evolution.

Sherlock himself knew his situation.

As a powerful nobleman with the royal blood of the Ice Sea Kingdom, he is naturally the evolution sequence of the Ice Sea Monster of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

At the same time, because of his relationship with the El Order, when taking the sequence potions made by the Ice Sea Kingdom, Sherlock used some secret elixirs and secret techniques traded from within the El Organization to strengthen the sequence potions he took.

Some of these secret elixirs and secret techniques were mild and harmless, and they played a great role in his strength.

However, although some secret medicines and secret techniques were powerful, in the process of his evolution, in his body, in the subtleties of some qi veins and air pockets, some extremely slight but real dark wounds were left.

When Sherlock was only a first-order, second-order, third-order, fourth-order, or fifth-order transcendent, these dark injuries were not a big problem.

But now that Sherlock was already a sixth-order existence, and had almost reached the peak state of the sixth-order sequence of the Ice Sea Monster, he had to consider the problem of breaking through to the next level.

At this time, Sherlock felt that those dark injuries that he had once disapproved had interfered with his promotion.

Moreover, this kind of interference, according to Sherlock's judgment and his heavy money in exchange for the diagnosis and treatment of several great grandmaster-level pharmacists and physicians in the El Organization, because of these dark injuries, Sherlock will also cause him great trouble after breaking through to the next level.

He will, in great trouble, and even possibly repeat the mistakes of many famous and powerful figures in the history of Metland...... His body and soul will be controlled by the 'Origin Instinct' of the sequence potion, and he will gradually grow into a terrifying giant, but he will no longer be a human being.

His evolutionary process is not perfect.

Those dark wounds were the flaws in his body and soul.

The hidden 'origins' in the sequence of medicines, which determine the direction of a human being's extraordinary evolution, as well as the 'origins' that may have the talents and abilities that may be possessed after evolution, are constantly eroding the people who take the medicines, and these flaws will become the breakthrough of the 'origin', and the power of the 'origin' will continue to impact these breakthroughs, making it bigger and bigger.

When the 'Origin Instinct' completely breaks through these flaws, Sherlock's fate is worrying.

In recent years, Sherlock has been able to faintly feel some kind of 'inhuman' commotion coming from within his body......

What was particularly frightening was the two occasions when he was walking at the fish market at the pier by the sea, and he had some instinctive male impulse to the newly caught eight-legged octopus in the fishermen's tank......

Chilling, pondering and terrified, and then frightened, bordering on hysteria.

Thinking about it seriously, with the aesthetics of the Ice Sea Monster, those eight-legged octopuses are obviously the best little beauties!

But Sherlock, apparently a normal man.

How could he possibly have such thoughts about an eight-legged octopus?

Therefore, Sherlock has been working frantically in the past few years, wanting to exchange for more contribution points within the El Organization, and wants to complete his advanced tasks as soon as possible.

He wants to stand on a higher level in the El Organization, and then use the power of the El Organization to solve all kinds of hidden worries that have emerged in him.

And at this moment......

A large glass of peacock tongue under the stomach, a stream of warm heat moistened the whole body, Sherlock clearly felt that the dark wounds and flaws in his body were gradually becoming a little slighter under the nourishment of this heat flow.

Sherlock exhaled a slightly grayish-black breath, and gently put down the teacup, only to feel that his body had become much more relaxed, these days, the strange whispering sound that appeared faintly in his ears from time to time had become much weaker, as if he was farther away from himself.

"Thank you for your hospitality...... It's really ......"

For a while, he couldn't find any good words.

Sherlock pursed his lips, able to nourish the body and soul of the transcendent sixth order, and mend the dark wounds and flaws that had appeared in their evolution...... The potency of this peacock's tongue is more precious than the divine power potion of the Yingui Church.

The divine power potions that the Silver Cinnamon Church has now flowed into the market are not uncommon for people of Sherlock's level.

What heals external injuries, what limbs are reborn, with Sherlock's means, it is not difficult to get the same effect, but the effect is better, and more importantly, it is more cost-effective.

But this kind of 'treasure' that can fully restore the foundation of transcendent evolution, Sherlock doesn't know if the Silver Cinnamon Church has ...... In his judgment, there should be, but the Yingui Church will definitely hold this 'treasure' in its hands as a lifeline, and it is impossible for it to flow into the market.

Perhaps, at a higher level, there will be similar 'curiosities' circulating in a small area, but with the virtue of the Yingui Church, it is conceivable what a sensational price they will offer.

"The magic of the Eastern Continent is far beyond Medland's imagination." Florence took a small sip of tea and sighed softly: "For example, this peacock tongue, those earth kings of the elephant land, and those descendants of their recognized lineage, they can drink peacock tongue all year round, so they ......"

Shrugging his shoulders, Florence shook his head and sighed: "So when they are in the same rank, they will be more powerful than Medland's peers...... They are also more comfortable in dealing with the disaster of 'source pollution'. ”

"Peacock tongue is qualified to become the foundation of a big force...... And this is exactly the case, those top earth kings of the land of elephants, they rely on these magical items to master incredible power, so as to surpass all beings. ”

Sherlock stared at Florence, his gaze wise and powerful, as if he wanted to see through Florence's head and guess what he really thought.

"So...... Sherlock. Florence drank the last drop of tea and placed it gently on the desk in front of her.

"Speak, please." Sherlock squinted at Florence: "I took the liberty of coming here today to find out what you think. ”

Florence squinted in the same way.

Elaine walked over quietly, holding a delicate celadon teapot, and refilled a cup of tea for the two of them.

And this time, Sherlock controlled the instinctive impulse welling up in his body and did not pick up the teacup...... Peacock tongue is indeed very precious, incomparably precious, but one cup or two cups is helpful to him, but it is not as big as he imagined.

Sherlock has his own reserves, and the sword-wielding of the El Order is a big man worthy of respect in every way...... He couldn't have behaved like a hillbilly who had never seen the world in front of Florence.

The rhythm can't be controlled by this bad old man.

Sherlock crossed his hands and naturally placed them on his lower abdomen, he straightened his waist, raised his head slightly, and put on a kind of senior old gentleman of the Ice Sea Kingdom, which made the nobles of other countries in Medland want to punch him in the face.

Florence pouted, and when Sherlock posed for it, he wanted to punch Sherlock in the face.

These swaggering, no-nonsense mollusks of the ice sea!

Coughing lightly, Florence said indifferently: "So, Sherlock, I have no ill will towards you, and even, I admire you." You're just in your early forties, and you're already a twenty-second level sword-wielder! ”

"Back then, when I was forty years old, I was just a small eleventh judge...... "Florence said with heartfelt emotion: "The eleventh judge is at the same level as poor Willon." ”

Sherlock's eyes narrowed.

With his intelligence channels, he certainly knew about Justice Weilun, knew about the Whispering Forest Club, and knew about the grudge entanglement between Justice Weilun and his two disciples.

Florence, here is a special mention of this old guy who is not guaranteed to be in the future!