Blackface didn't react for a moment after listening to Martin's words.

It had thought that after a series of help from its kind, Martin would choose to burn himself and make Whiteface Cook fully form, giving him more recipes.

But instead of choosing to do so, Martin provided it with "meat", something he really craved.

The first time it saw the vial, it felt a burning hunger and a desire to devour it.

It was a primal desire from the depths of its spirit, and it didn't even know why it was devouring the "flesh".

It just wanted to eat them.

Martin looked at the sluggish blackface that stood out on the cover of the recipe, and his idea was simple, the sometimes hostile relationship between the white-faced Cook and the blackface, he should not upset this balance, but make good use of it and make it work for him.

Besides, Cook looked so unreliable that he might start talking about terms after burning the blackface recipe.

He used the spoon again to dig out some of the remnants of the collapse, and after these two digs, the stock in the glass bottle had been reduced by a small half.

"We should find opportunities to replenish the residues, and we can't just sit back and eat like this."

Martin thought as he handed the spoon to Blackface's mouth.

Unlike the simple lips that are made up of white face lines, the black face is highlighted on the surface of the recipe, like a moving and vivid mask.

It looked at the spoon that was handed to its mouth, and without hesitation, opened its mouth and took it in one gulp, wrapped the paste liquid on the spoon into its mouth, and then "chewed" it as well.

It closed its eyes and began to savor the taste in its mouth.

"Delicious... It's so delicious..."

It changed its previous irritable tone, like a serious diner commenting on the food.

"This warm mouthfeel... The fragrance of oil... It's wonderful... Well... There's something hidden in this taste... It's the recipe... I feel it... A new recipe for the Oil of Nothingness... It's close... I'm about to taste it..."

Blackface's mouth kept squirming, repeating the action of "chewing", and the more it chewed, the faster it chewed, and the expression on its face began to change.

"What a taste it is... Why can't I taste it... Not ghoul oil... Nor is it the oil of a cursed creature... What the hell is this? ”

Blackface spoke faster and faster, and became angrier and angrier, until at last, it stopped "chewing" and said with some disappointment:

"Failed."

"I can feel that this 'meat' contains a new recipe based on [Oil of Nothingness], but I still haven't tasted the recipe information."

"I can offer you some more 'meat'."

Martin said from the side.

"It's useless, what I can taste is the most prominent texture in a 'meat', and if you change it, it's a new taste, which has nothing to do with the recipe in this 'meat'."

"If you want anything from me, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."

The corners of the black face's mouth showed a helpless but implicit mocking smile.

"It doesn't matter, there's a lot of 'meat'."

Martin Yun said lightly, and as he continued, he took out the glass bottle, and pulled out some of the collapse residue from it again.

It was impossible for him not to feel distressed, but despite some flesh pain, the loss of a spoonful of residue was still within his acceptable range, after all, these were all picked up by him.

The most important thing at the moment is to seize every opportunity to improve your strength. Although he has received some protection from the [Sunflower Carriage], when it comes to a dangerous moment, it is always his own strength that determines life and death.

One potion meant one hole card, and the failed attempt made him vaguely feel that Blackface would be able to detect a higher level of potion recipe than Whiteface Cook.

So he won't pass up this opportunity, even if it's worth it to use up some more residues.

He once again fed the spoon into its "mouth" with Blackface's surprised expression, Blackface seemed unable to understand Martin's reason for doing so, but began to "chew" without hesitation.

After all, the temptation of "meat" is too great for him.

"Indeed... The texture of this 'meat' is very different from the previous one..."

Martin hadn't figured out what blackface's so-called "taste" was.

The remnants came from many people, including the attendants of the Plantagenet, the men who crumbled in the screaming tents, the pied piper in flowers, and even the strange creature who saw Martin as his "mother", and the two attendants who collapsed in the Dark Side of the Moon.

The remnants of their collapse were all mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which ones were left behind, so how did the recipes for these two cookbooks come to be?

Martin couldn't figure it out for the time being, and he might have to wait for the two cookbooks to devour a little more before he could find some clues.

"Hmm... It's just as good... It's just intoxicating..."

"Thick and soft... Like the glandular sac of a decaying red-haired spider......"

Martin listened to this and felt a chill.

"Hahaha! I tasted it! The base formula of the Oil of Nothingness! ”

The white face laughed twice, and then, as if intoxicated by the wonderful taste of the food in his mouth, he couldn't help but say:

“

【Lava Kiss】

Formulation:

100ml [Nightingale] spirit

+10 grams of garnet fragments

+6 g Pink Mandala (Mad Witch Nails) powder

+2 Fire Raven Feathers

+5 drops of Oil of Nothingness. ”

"Apply it to your lips and exhale a breath that creates a 'dragon's breath' effect."

Martin was keenly aware of what it called "Mad Witch Nails", which was something that the old man had been talking about when he met Belisarius, and it was now in the medicine cabinet by the wall!

Belisarius also used a ribbed dark glass bottle to pack the poisonous medicine.

There's a play!

Martin thought to himself that there was a good chance that he would concoct a potion again!

"Ahh

Blackface exhaled comfortably and stopped "chewing".

"It's a mouthful... Although this is also a [Black Potion], the effect is much more powerful than [Drowned's Poison]..."

After the black face finished speaking, he opened his eyes, stared at Martin and said:

"Human, what you want is in my body, I can feel some new changes."

Martin then picked up the cookbook and flipped to the second half, he found that there was no page of [Atlas - Salt of Life] in this cookbook, but the rest of [Atlas - Oil of Nothingness] and [Atlas - Peacock's Tail] did.

These two pages are not found in Cook's cookbook.

"Sure enough, the original recipe was split into two parts... Could it be that the ability of [Twin Flames] is not to copy, but to split? ”

"Or are [Copy] and [Split] two different abilities..."

Martin remembered the "Queen's Mailbox", "Actor's Face", and the robes he had "copied" earlier, but these items did not show the same strong "split" characteristics as these two cookbooks.

He silently jotted down the question in his mind and decided to take a closer look at the items.

In the recipe in front of him, on the [Atlas - Oil of Nothingness] page, a new path also appeared at this time, and it extended to the left, reaching the edge of the [Fire] mark.

That's right, the four elements of wind, fire, earth, and water also appear on this map, and the positions are the same as those marked on the white-faced Cook.

At the end of this path is a piece of lava with red lava attached.

The path did not meander and rotate like the [Morning Dew of the Sea] just now, but was relatively straight, and there were no stones, hurricanes, water stains, or flames on the path.

"It seems that the refining method of [Black Potion] is to directly put the materials in turn, and there is no need for superfluous operations."

Martin thought, he continued to flip back, and sure enough, he found a new page of the recipe in the back, and after verifying the content of the formula, Martin saw that there was another line of instructions below:

"Potion note: You open your mouth, and people smell a scorching breath, and the scorching heat will take away all indifference."

"This shows how there is a literal atmosphere of the genesis card... God babble. ”

Martin closed the recipe and complained inwardly.

He then asked Blackface with some excitement:

"Can [Lava Kiss] be concocted now?"

The corners of his mouth curled up after hearing this.

"There are indeed scents of Nightingale liquor and garnets in this room, even the hard-to-collect Mad Witch Nails, but I don't smell the fire crow feathers and the Oil of Nothingness."

Martin sighed slightly and accepted the fact.

He silently jotted down the name, waiting for a chance to collect the material in the future.

"After entering the [Shepherd's Club], you should be much more likely to come into contact with these magical creatures."

He began to look forward to what he would encounter when he entered this mysterious club.

Just as he was about to dig out some more collapse residues and feed them to Blackface, Whiteface Cook suddenly said not far away:

"Cook senses someone approaching, sir."

"It's the guy you came a few times when you were unconscious, Cook could hear it."

Martin was shocked, that person dared to turn back?

But at this time, Belisarius and Juncker should be busy in the front store, and will not come to this warehouse in the back.

Martin picked up two cookbooks, then pointed to the fire in the fireplace to warn them, whispering to them not to make a sound.

He wanted to put both cookbooks under the bed, but after thinking about it for a moment, he placed one on the messy table and the other in the bookcase in the corner, mixing with the many books.

Then Martin jumped lightly onto the beam.

After taking the [Holy Mother Body], his physical fitness has been qualitatively improved, and he has never felt that his body is so light and powerful, even compared to his giant dog's body before.

Martin had barely slouched on the beams when he saw someone push open the glass window of the room and jump in gently.

It was a hooded man, and as he jumped over the window, Martin saw an apron under his robe.

It was a red apron with a fork painted on it with eyeballs crossed.