"The red apron, the same as Johnny the Carnivore's apron... It seems that this person should have the same goal as the mastiff from before..."

Martin buried his head in the beams of the room and came to a conclusion.

When the man entered the house, he sniffed the air and looked at the crucible on the fireplace.

He walked straight to the cauldron, looked at it, and then stretched his head and sniffed it a few times.

"[Madonna in the flesh]?"

The man wondered.

"There are people here who know how to make this [black potion], and the disappearance of Johnny and Xiao Hei is really related to here."

"Hah! The Shando gang always laughed at me for being one step slower than them, and they wouldn't even let me take a sip of the potion distributed in the alchemy club, but I didn't expect that this time it was my [Black Kitchen] Harris who found the clue first! ”

The man took off his hood and sighed to himself.

"The Alchemy Society... Potions... Black Kitchen... Could this be someone from the Dark Alchemy Society? ”

It wasn't until the man removed his hood that Martin could see his face clearly.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with an ordinary-looking appearance and a huge nose, and Martin noticed that his pupils were a rare amber color.

The man removed his hood, sniffed the air again, and then seemed to follow the scent to the single bed, and then he crouched down.

He lifted the sheet, first looked inside, then reached into it.

The man, who called himself Harris, groped under the bed for a long time, but found nothing.

He simply lay down and half of his body went under the bed, as if looking for something under the bed.

"The smell is clearly coming from underneath, Johnny's apron... And the breath of Xiao Hei..."

The sound of Harris urning came from under the bed, and after a fruitless search, he withdrew, his face and robe rubbed with some dust, looking a little embarrassed.

"It looks like the apron has been moved, but it's the only thing in this room that smells of them, what's going on..."

He seemed confident in his sense of smell, but what he didn't know was that the apron had been burned by Martin in the fireplace, and the smell on it had long since been burned away.

In fact, the apron was now in a bookcase next to the wall, and Martin had hidden it in a large book, which should not be discovered anytime soon.

Unexpectedly, the accidental collision actually eliminated the remaining clues on the apron.

Martin adjusted his breathing evenly, intending to wait for the man below to leave.

He had already seen that the man must have found this place by the smell of the apron and the mastiff, and without further discovery, with his character, he should have left quickly.

Sure enough, the man didn't take the next step after his sense of smell was out of effect, and he was about to leave.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the room:

"Is the alchemy society full of rubbish like you?"

Martin's heart skipped a beat, and he could tell that the voice was coming from Blackface, and it was actually stirring up trouble at this time.

Martin gritted his teeth, he didn't know the purpose of blackface for a while, so he quietly waited for the man's reaction.

"Who?"

Harris heard the voice and looked towards the source of the sound, but saw only a shallow bookcase, in which the books were messily displayed in front of him, and he could not understand where the sound came from.

He cautiously got up, assumed a defensive posture and rushed to the bookcase, and was just about to check the source of the sound when he heard another voice behind him:

"You have the scent of calamus and dodder on your body, which is the main material for making [Goddess's Embrace], but the most critical material aura is completely wrong."

"To make this kind of love potion, you need to use three different flames to calcine the [Lady's Seal] - that is, the mad root, but on your body, there is only the smell of the mad root that has been calcined by the fire."

"It looks like you've tried to make this enchantment potion, but you didn't have the right recipe."

"And who would make this kind of aphrodisiac potion that works for ordinary people?"

"Your behavior is disgusting."

It was the white-faced Cook on the table, and it began to sing and harmonize with the blackface.

"I didn't take my threat seriously at all... It's just a bear child..."

Martin was in a hurry, and the reason he put the two books in different places was to guess that someone might go under the bed to look for the previous apron, and the two cookbooks were too big to carry with him, so he had to mix them into the clutter in the house.

I didn't expect these two cookbooks to be played.

"Come out! I know you're there! ”

Harris below immediately turned around when he heard Cook's voice, and two different voices, one in front and one behind, made him unable to tell what the situation was.

And he could not have imagined that these two voices fooling himself were actually coming from the two books in the bookcase and on the table, which were right under his nose.

"Invisibility potion?"

He muttered.

In his cognition, those who could concoct invisibility potions were all high-level beings in the Alchemy Society, and any one of them could easily crush themselves.

I saw him clear his throat and say in a calm voice:

"Friend, come out, since you can concoct the [Holy Mother Body] and the invisibility potion, then you must have heard of the great organization of the [Dark Alchemy Society]."

"I'm Harris from the [Dark Alchemy Society], I appreciate your alchemy talent, I'm just here to ask, are you interested in joining us?"

The man's words were friendly, but his defensive posture and his wandering eyes were not very compatible with friendliness.

"A man who can't even concoct the [Goddess's Embrace] and has a twisted mentality, is this a member of your so-called Great Organization?"

Blackface sounded behind him again.

"Shit! I don't have a mental twist! I refined [Goddess's Embrace] to help Gina! ”

Harris was a little annoyed, and he jerked around, his eyes fixed on the direction of the bookcase.

The look of anger on his face continued for a while before it slowly subsided, and Martin heard him continue:

"My current strength can only rank in the middle and lower reaches of the Alchemy Society, but Old Gail and they all say that I am very talented."

"One person's strength doesn't represent an organization, right, friend?"

"The [Dark Alchemy Society] has the largest number of top-level alchemists on the Mir Continent, and we have countless potion recipes in our hands, and there are no less than five [Red Potions] that I have heard of."

"The royal families and churches of various countries have close cooperation with us, and our partners even include major secret organizations and even various xenoracial races in the past."

"The forces on this continent know that alchemy potions can give you a strong body and a keen consciousness, and it will not only allow you to travel freely in the sky, sea, and even the land, but also allow you to indulge in the belly of a woman."

"They also understand that don't go against the alchemist, or you may suddenly die on a woman; Don't go against the [Dark Alchemy Society], otherwise you may be refined into a potion and you won't even be able to die. ”

"So, come out, friend, and we can have a good talk."

Speaking of the power of the Alchemy Society, Harris seemed to have recited it beforehand, looking extremely smooth and natural, and his tone was full of confidence.

After a moment of silence, Martin heard the white-faced Cook on the table say:

"Great master, do you want to give this useless man a chance to see you?"

Martin sighed inwardly, he didn't want to show his face, but a few words from these two books had already shocked the man named Harris and invisibly paved the way for him.

What's more, the [Dark Alchemy Society] is the force to infiltrate mentioned by the old-fashioned man at the card table, although he did not calcine the [Flesh Grass] and attract the [Yellow and Black Dog] as he said, but directly met a member of the Alchemy Society in one step.

So now is the best time to come forward.

Thinking of this, he jumped off the beam and landed silently behind Harris.

As soon as Martin landed, he heard the voice of the white-faced Cook:

"Greetings on your arrival, great master."

The first time he was called this in front of someone, Martin was a little unaccustomed, and his expression became a little strange.

Fortunately, with the mask on his face, he didn't show anything, maintaining a cold personality.

Harris heard the white-faced voice, looked back vigilantly, and saw a man in a bowler-capped gentleman's hat, a strange mask covered with exaggerated oil paint, and a black robe standing behind him.

Harris was taken aback, he raised his right hand, which had been hidden in his pocket, and just as he was about to spill some green powder, he felt a strange sensation.

Having taken some potions, he has a keen sense of smell, which is why he was able to find this place, find Johnny's apron, the residual smell of mastiffs.

The moment he saw this man, he habitually wanted to smell this eccentric man.

Then he smelled a complex smell that he would never forget.

He smelled hot "madness", salty "thirst", acidic "greed......

During his long career in alchemy, he had smelled these on some precious herbs or creatures, but he had never smelled so much at once.

Intense smells rushed into his nostrils like flights, almost destroying his sense of smell, and the intense stimuli made his nostrils bleed, his brain went blank, and he began to shiver.

It was only after he had paid so much that he finally smelled the dominant scent in these breaths.

It was a pure "hunger", a smell like a mad coachman, wantonly riding on other smells and letting them go.

Harris fell, feeling like he was facing a mad beast that was more terrifying than all the creatures he had ever encountered, about to devour itself.