Martin woke up at the sound of this and grabbed the bed with one hand, turning away from the single bed with a swift turn.

He stared at the bottom of the bed, his heart beating hard.

He hadn't noticed anyone else in the room since he had entered the door, which was a big oversight, and if the man under the bed had greeted him with a dagger, he would have been a dead man by now.

"Don't be nervous, sir, it's me."

The man spoke again, and crawled out from under the bed.

He has his trademark large nose and amber eyes.

"Black Chef" Harris.

He no longer wore his cloak and hood like he had last time, but instead wore a somewhat old, voluminous suit with a white shirt underneath it, and no longer wore the alchemy hallmark apron around his waist.

He was dressed and behaved like the owners of the leather bag companies in Martin's previous life, wearing an outdated and ill-fitting suit, almost a leather bag tucked under his armpit.

Martin saw the man emerge from under the bed, his suit stained with a lot of dust and looking a little embarrassed.

Martin sighed with relief and secretly sighed at the same time, this middle-aged man is obviously a member of the Dark Alchemy Society, how can he always make people cry and laugh?

Who would drill the bottom of the bed in a normal person? Afraid of your lover's husband coming back?

He couldn't help but fantasize about a bloody cheating scene in his mind, full of bad taste.

Ever since he put on the gentleman's hat on his head, no, since he had the Twin Flames, his mind seems to have changed a little, always imagining strange images, wanting to laugh at others for making a fool of themselves, wanting to laugh. That's not quite like my old self.

Harris had already crawled out from under the bed, and he straightened his suit with a slight flattering smile.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"I didn't mean to scare you, but I waited outside the house for a long time and didn't see you back, so I had to come in."

"You know, the members of our Alchemy Society are not well suited to be seen for a long time."

"And there's only a place under the bed in the house where you can hide."

Harris didn't seem accustomed to such politeness, and his tone didn't sound humble or triumphant.

He looked at Martin not far away, noticed the change in Martin's mask and the clothes on his body, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone:

"You look like a real nobleman!"

"If it weren't for your smell, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Are you complimenting me..."

Martin complained to himself, he turned and walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea to suppress the shock, and Harris also Martin followed, sitting next to Martin familiarly.

"This trench coat is perfect for you! With the shirt, vest and boots inside, you're even more handsome than the actor named Malthus in [Scream Tent]! He's a monkey in the circus compared to you! ”

"No, monkeys are not as good!"

He waved his hands, his gaze focused on the air in front of him, his tone mixed with some anger in addition to flattery.

"Look at the workmanship of this mask!"

The angry tone flickered, and Harris's gaze refocused on Martin's face, beginning his compliment again.

"I guess you must have bought it at [Black Cat Trail], right? The artisans there are much better than those native to Cavedes! They are the only ones who can make such an arc of silver! ”

He seems to have a lot of respect for the items of the Black Cat Trail.

Martin began to think again that if Harris knew he had a good relationship with the person in charge there, maybe he would want to ask for a discount or something for him.

After a cup of hot tea, Martin interrupted Harris's compliment, he stared into Harris's eyes, and said in a low voice:

"There is no next time."

He didn't want to have to check if there was anyone under the bed every time he came back.

Harris looked into Martin's eyes, and he felt that extreme hunger again, and he became the dish on the table again.

His smile stiffened, and he replied submissively:

"Well... Good. ”

"What did you bring with you?"

Martin didn't dwell on the issue anymore, he was now concerned about cooperation.

Hearing this, Harris's nervous expression became a little more serious.

Or rather, he tried to pretend to be serious.

Even though his face was pale, his hands trembled a little.

He poured himself a cup of hot tea, drank it all, and then was burned without accident.

"Ahem..."

He cleared his throat, and his movements were a little funny, and then he said in a solemn tone:

"I've submitted the [Salt of Life] you provided, and they're very interested in it, especially the Bluebeard who developed the potion."

"Hey! Shang Duo, this old thing, said that such a pure 'salt' must be fake, and wanted to slander me for colluding with outsiders, but I didn't expect that those bluebeards' attitudes changed after the inspection, and they all gathered around me like apprentices to ask me where this 'salt' came from, Shang Duo's face turned green at that time, hahaha! ”

"I guess that old thing must be hiding in some corner right now! Those bluebeards don't usually look at him properly, and they have requisitioned his dogs! ”

"It's a great feeling!"

Harris had only said a few words before he fell into his own intoxication and was unconscious, and said to himself.

"How neglected this guy is..."

Martin began to complain in his heart again, and it had become a habit for him.

Harris also wanted to describe in detail his grievances with the man named Shando, and Martin could only remind him out loud:

"Getting to the point."

Harris, who was talking with his eyebrows fluttering, suddenly realized that he had carried away, smiled a little awkwardly and said:

"Yes, sir."

"Those bluebeards, after examining the 'salt' you provided, are very interested in your proposed cooperation, and they all want to meet you."

"As I said, I'm only in contact with you."

Martin replied without emotion.

"Yes! Of course! That's what I told them! ”

Harris was genuinely frightened, like a spy anxious to show his loyalty, and followed Martin's words.

"They are so sorry not to be able to meet you, especially Gina, who almost came with me."

"Gina?"

Martin remembered the name, and Harris said that he had concocted the aphrodisiac potion of Goddess Embrace for her, and in his description, the woman had "big boobs and a very upturned ass".

It was also because of this particular description that Martin remembered the name.

However, judging from Harris's compliments on Martin, this man's aesthetic ability is still questionable, and this Gina may just be an ordinary woman.

After all, Martin didn't think he was anything special about his body.

Well, ignoring the unexplained smile that Lady Lucia kept on her lips when she matched him.

"That's right, Gina."

Harris seemed to realize something halfway through his answer, and quickly added:

"She's nothing to see, she's hot-tempered and annoying, she always likes to tell jokes between men, she's not a woman at all, and she's in poor shape..."

"Didn't you say she had big boobs and a big ass? Why did it change again? ”

Martin was a little confused when he heard Harris's inconsistent remarks, but he didn't ask anything, but just complained in his heart that this Harris was really unreliable.

"You still haven't answered my question, what the hell did you bring?"

Martin again emphasized his problem, this man can talk more than a woman, and he just doesn't get to the point.

"Good thing, sir!"

Harris sensed the displeasure in Martin's tone and hurriedly spoke.

"After I conveyed the meaning of your cooperation, they asked me to bring you something as a gift as a gift in order to show their sincerity."

"That's a nice thing to say..."

Martin's voice floated through like a barrage, and after such a big circle, he finally got to the point.

"They say... No, our Dark Alchemy Society is very happy to work with an insightful and capable alchemist like you, and we hope you are happy with this gift. ”

As he spoke, Harris pulled out a slender glass tube from his shirt pocket, which contained some clear, clear liquid.

Under Martin's gaze, the liquid suddenly changed color.

A little bit of black suddenly appeared in it, and then the black smudged like ink, and the whole glass bottle turned a serene black.

Immediately afterwards, the black gradually faded, the liquid faded into a thick purple, and then quickly turned to dark blue, followed by Chu cyan, turquoise, bright yellow, blood red...

Until the colors mingle again into pure white, a stirring in the liquid appears out of thin air, like a spinning cloak, the cloak disappears, and the liquid becomes transparent again.

Harris handed the glass tube to Martin:

"Please accept this highly concentrated [Void Oil]."

Hearing the name, Martin's brow jumped.

That's good stuff!

With this base, all that remains of the [Lava Kiss] is those two "Fire Raven Feathers"...

Martin saw hope that the concoction would succeed, and it was much faster than he expected to slowly try to collect in the Shepherds' Club.

This is undoubtedly very good news.

He took the glass tube, which had been changing color, and stuffed it into the pocket of his trench coat at random, but he was actually very careful in his heart, for fear that the glass tube would break.

Harris's face changed several times when he saw Martin's casual movements, and as if he had made up his mind, he asked:

"Sir, I have one more personal question."

After speaking, he looked at Martin with hopeful eyes, like a girl with affection.

"What a doubt."

Martin responded crisply, and the barrage in his heart was frantically complaining about this man who made the atmosphere a little wrong.

"Last time your... The pet said that I had a problem with the recipe for concocting [Goddess's Embrace], can you tell me... What's the problem? ”

Harris lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"What is your purpose in concocting this aphrodisiac potion?"

Martin asked if he would help the middle-aged man to mutilate the little girl.

"It's... That is true. ”

Harris became a little squirming, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke:

"Gina... Gina has a crush on Malthus in [Screaming Tent], and she wants to get the actor drunk and then drink [Goddess Embrace] to make him fall in love with her. ”

Harris said, his tone revealing not only admiration, but also a hint of bitterness.