Harris fell to his knees, trembling.

He was like a young beast facing the storm of nature, so weak and powerless.

Martin originally wanted to take out the [Salt of Life] to explain his intention to cooperate with Harris, but he didn't expect the big-nosed man to turn around and see that the first thing he did was to fall to his knees.

He saw a thick, unusual white mist attached to Harris's body.

Ordinary people may only have a thin layer on their body, no matter what color, but the fog on Harris in front of him is like a thick miasma that lingers in the deep mountains for many years, like substance.

And this thick fog was now meekly dormant like a cat and a mouse, a sight that Martin had not seen before.

"I've never seen such a thick white fog... Is it because he has a special physique? Or is it something else..."

Martin's mind flowed, and then he asked Harris:

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"I... I'm looking for ...... little black."

Harris stammered in a trembling voice.

"Who is Blackie?"

"It's a mastiff, a pet bred by the Alchemy Society..."

"It's missing, and I followed its smell here..."

Harris was like a prisoner who knew everything, and his tone was extremely fearful.

"Is it really because of that mastiff...[Dark Alchemy Society] links the bodies of people and dogs together as pets, which is too perverted..."

Martin looked cold and muttered inwardly.

"Who was Johnny you mentioned?"

He continued to ask.

"He is also a member of our Alchemy Society, and he was just promoted to full membership not long ago, and he was 'rewarded' from within the organization..."

"He's also missing... I smell it under the bed... No, no, no! I didn't smell anything! ”

Harris hurriedly changed his words in the middle of his sentence, and buried his face in a gesture that I didn't see anything and didn't know anything.

"Hmm."

Martin replied noncommittally.

"I did have an apron here."

He replied calmly.

"But I don't know who its owner is."

"I picked it up in the alley near Green Spider Street."

"It's the alchemy aura that remains on it that attracts me."

"There seems to have been a battle there, and there is a 'hunting' atmosphere."

Martin half-truthfully told what happened to him, that there was indeed a fight, and that there was indeed a "hunt", but the success of the "hunt" was because of him.

In this way, he has changed from the murderer who directly caused Johnny's death to an outsider who has nothing to do with it, and even if someone finds out that there is a giant dog missing that night, Martin's current image is very different from before, and the other party is unlikely to notice it.

So, it is only necessary to explain the origin of the apron and then blame the crime of killing Johnny on the senseless "hunt".

With the blessing of [Actor's Face], he knew that Harris would not doubt his words.

Besides, Johnny was indeed hunted by the red-haired woman, but he almost didn't succeed.

"The shepherds must have done it!"

Harris said angrily.

"They claim to be the vigilantes of the Cavides, but they are robbers and murderers!"

Martin heard a strong hostility from Harris's mouth.

It seems that the Dark Alchemy Society is not dealing with the Shepherds' Club.

He immediately thought of the [Sweet Pocket] he had seen on the first floor of the [Sunflower Carriage], and after learning that Johnny was an official member of the Dark Alchemy Society, this matter seemed to reveal some information.

The magical item left out of Johnny's killing was put up for auction on the first floor of the auction hall, and it seems that the auction house, or the Garden of Eden behind it, didn't care about the possible revenge of the Dark Alchemy Society.

It can even be said that there is no fear.

Martin pondered what could be exploited.

Just as Harris was about to continue cursing, Martin spoke:

"That's enough."

Harris immediately shut up, and he couldn't stop trembling with fear from his body and even his soul.

"I don't care about the entanglement between the two of you, and I don't want to join the Alchemy Society, but I can cooperate with you."

Martin is worried that his direct proposal to join the organization will attract some suspicion and investigation, and his current sensitive identity is most worried about being investigated.

So he first proposed cooperation according to the old-fashioned man's ideas, and when he showed a higher value, someone would naturally invite him to join the organization.

Besides, Harris's words just now were obviously tricking himself into appearing, and he didn't really want to pull himself in.

Harris shuddered a little less when he heard Martin's words, and I don't know if it was Martin's friendliness that made the feeling of hunger less oppressive, or if Harris ignored it for the time being.

He looked up and asked with a slightly puzzled expression:

"Cooperation?"

"That's right."

Martin took out some of the [Salt of Life] that had been used, and spread out his hand to show it in front of Harris.

"Is this...[Salt of Life]?"

Harris's gaze stopped at the sight of the vial, and he stared at the contents of it, and after seeing the pure white crystals, he stretched out his nose and closed his eyes and sniffed it a few times.

Then he opened his mouth wide and said in a suspicious tone:

"It's [Salt of Life], that's right... But this pure white color... There is no impurity, this is the top 'salt'! Where did you get that from? ”

His expression became very surprised.

"This is what I refined."

Martin told a little lie, it can't be said that someone else gave it at the table, it is too unstylish.

"You can refine this pure 'salt'!"

Harris seemed to have heard something terrible.

"Even in the Alchemy Society, this kind of pure 'salt' is rare, and it is almost impossible for low-level people like us to come into contact with it."

"It's only those [Bluebeard] who specialize in developing potions that are likely to have seen it."

"How do you want to work together?"

"What do you think this bottle of [Salt of Life] is worth?"

Martin asked casually.

"It's... I can't say that I've never seen this level of 'salt'. ”

"It's like I can't tell Gina that she has big boobs and a big butt before I met Gina."

"But it must be worth a lot."

He finally said this.

"What a metaphor this is... Who the hell is this Gina, it seems that he is very concerned. ”

Martin thought to himself.

"You first bring back this [Salt of Life] and give it to the high-level leaders of the Alchemy Society, and after they see it, they will naturally understand my sincerity and how we should cooperate."

He continued to play dumb riddles to Harris.

He thought about exchanging it with the Dark Alchemy Society, so that there was a high chance that he would be able to get the remaining materials to make [Sea Morning Dew] and [Lava Kiss], and maybe there were others.

After all, according to Harris's words, the purity of this [Salt of Life] is beyond imagination and very precious.

But at first, he didn't know what the value of this salt of life was, and rashly saying the quid pro quo would make the other party see the fact that he was a layman.

Second, the old-fashioned man did not mention the exchange when he handed over this "salt" to Martin, Martin only needed to hand it over to the Alchemy Society, and he was not worried about the follow-up, Martin's rash action was likely to bring unexpected changes.

Third, Martin also wants to maintain his own character that he has set up with great difficulty, according to the setting, what he values more now is "cooperation", this bottle of "salt" is more or less for him, and it doesn't matter if the alchemy will swallow it privately, so it can't be used as a weight to negotiate conditions, but should be used as a "meeting gift" to show sincerity and value.

"That's... Give it to me? ”

Harris looked at the glass bottle that Martin handed over, a little incredulous.

Seeing that he didn't reach for it, Martin threw the glass bottle at Harris in a dashing manner.

Harris hurriedly caught the bottle, holding it with both hands for fear of falling to the ground, looking at Martin with a little awe in his eyes, as if sighing that Martin could throw such an important thing at will.

Local tyrants don't treat money as money.

"It's all about maintaining the needs of the persona."

Martin thought as he enjoyed Harris's reverent gaze.

The distance between him and Harris was so close that it was impossible for Harris not to catch the bottle he had deliberately thrown gently.

"I'm going to give you two days at most, and I'll be leaving Cavides in two days, so you'd better give me the results in the meantime."

Martin added.

"If you agree to cooperate, next time you will come alone, I still only want to contact you now, and I will feel tired from contacting other people."

He could see that this Harris didn't seem to be very smart, and his status in the Dark Alchemy Society was not very high, and Martin would have more room for maneuver when he contacted him, and it was not easy to show his stuff.

Harris held the glass bottle, still a little stunned and kneeling on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't have the action to leave, Martin couldn't help but remind him loudly:

"You can go."

"Well... Good. ”

Harris came to his senses, and with some difficulty he got up, and was about to climb out of the window.

"Walk through the gate."

Martin said in a calm tone.

Harris did as Martin told him to open the lock-locked door, carefully put the glass bottle in his pocket, put on his hood and walked out.

Before leaving, he turned around, bowed to Martin, and left.

Martin remained in an unfathomable posture until Harris left, when he closed the door again and exhaled heavily.

"It's finally over."

"It's too tiring to maintain a cold personality."

He sighed in his heart.

Then, he came to the table and looked at the white-faced Cook on the table.

I saw that the lines on this white face were neatly outlined, constituting a familiar flattering smile.

Cook said to Martin:

"Great master, Cook scared that man!"

"How's Cook doing?"