Sunlight streamed through the window and poured onto Martin's bedside.

The Red Chapel doesn't have as much steam as the East Side, so naturally there isn't as much water and tar, the air here smells fresher, and the sun can occasionally visit.

In terms of living conditions, the living conditions are much better here than in the East End, but there are still many poor people who go to the East End just because the factories that are everywhere there can provide them with a job and keep them alive.

Because of the gentleman's hat, Martin wakes up in a trance, and he needs to get used to the whispers that ring in his ears all the time, and then act as if they didn't exist in the new day.

So far, he's adapting well.

At least he didn't show anything unusual in his contact with the Dark Alchemy Society and the Wrench Brotherhood.

It seemed strange that he had been wearing that gentleman's hat when he slept, but the last incident of Harris lurking under the bed had taught him that the house was not safe and that he needed to be vigilant at all times.

This, combined with the disturbing whispers, caused his sleep quality to plummet, and although the effect was not obvious now, Martin could feel that the accumulated irritability and restlessness were taking root in his mind along with the madness brought by the gentleman's hat, and it would explode one day.

"I don't know how much cooperation can be done to meet that man's requirements and get that [Scholar's Breath] smoothly, if it goes on like this, I may go crazy before I get this card..."

Martin gently brushed his forehead, which allowed him to adjust to the whispers more quickly.

He remembered the last time he was crazy at the table and shook his head, he didn't want to be like that.

At least not yet.

He thought that after absorbing so much "gluttony" power last night, he should be able to return to the card table again and ask the old-fashioned man what he needed to do, but there was no news from the Alchemy Society now, and he fell into a brief confusion.

But not to mention going to the table that night, he didn't even have a dream, and even slept well for the first time in a long time.

I don't know if it's because of the relationship between absorbing those "gluttonous" white mist.

Suppressing the whispers of mosquitoes, Martin sat up and looked at the old wall clock in his room, half an hour before Harris arrived.

Absorbing the white mist was not without effect, and after absorbing it, he went to the warehouse to activate the black and white cookbooks, Cook flatteringly greeted and complimented him, and Blackface was as arrogant as ever.

And he also learned the recipe and production method of [Goddess's Embrace], so that he could trade with Harris.

Everything is going in the direction of expectations.

Martin was going to go to the front hall to have breakfast with Belisarius and them.

Belisarius had returned the previous afternoon, and when he came back the blind old man was tired, and his cane looked a little older.

When he came back, he didn't say anything, but simply inquired about the situation in the store, and said that he was tired and needed a rest, so he went into the house and fell asleep.

I don't know who he went to see or what happened to him.

Martin could guess that it had something to do with the Turner family who had come to make trouble in the store, which gave him a hint of urgency about his plan, and he wanted to keep the Mercury Fountain.

He made his way to the antechamber and greeted Belisarius and Juncker.

Breakfast for two is a common combination of bread, citrus jam and milk, which is a very affordable way to provide nutrition and energy.

Juncker sat with a big grin, gulping bread into his mouth, and taking a sip of milk when he choked, and it was evident that he had a good appetite.

They usually leave one for Martin and wait until Martin gets up to eat it himself.

"I heard that the food you made with potatoes yesterday was very delicious, and Juncker and Edward were full of praise."

Belisarius was no longer tired from last night, and he spread the citrus sauce on the bread, and he liked to use two slices of bread to hold the sauce and eat it in large gulps, and the ordinary bread became very fragrant in his mouth.

"Yes, I was inspired by Edward, who said he used to go to a fried goods shop in the East End called Fish and Chip Shop and missed the fried potatoes in it."

"'Fish and Chip Shop'!"

Juncker's eyes lit up when he heard the name.

"I've been there too, and it's a famous restaurant, and I've heard that I've even received a medal from the king!"

"Speaking of which, your potato chips are indeed somewhat similar to their fried potatoes, but I still think yours is tastier!"

Juncker smiled sincerely, he really liked potato chips.

"How about you say we use this potato chip to attract customers?"

Martin took a sip of milk, and apart from having breakfast together, he mainly wanted to communicate his thoughts with the two of them.

"Juncker said that you wanted to attract customers with the special spicy soy sauce of [Baggage Canteen], but the owner of the restaurant was unfortunately murdered."

Martin's face did not change at all as he said this, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

"So I wanted to use this instead of hot soy sauce, but I didn't know how it would work."

"That's a great idea! How I didn't think of it! ”

Juncker shouted and didn't bother to destroy the bread.

"This fried potato of yours is in the whole Axe Avenue, no, there are no other competitors in the entire Red Church District, it will definitely sell well!"

Junker's face is full of excitement, which is much more attractive than spicy soy sauce!

"I think it's feasible, you can try, if it really attracts customers, [Mercury Spring] can also share some income for you."

Belisarius also had a wistful look on his face, but he was not as excited as Juncker, and immediately thought of offering compensation to Martin.

In his mind, Martin brought in customers, so he deserved his share of the pharmacy's revenue.

"Then when I'm done with the things at hand, I'll do some more to see the effect."

Martin quickly wiped out the bread and milk, and he felt the kindness of the master and apprentice, and hurriedly said:

"As for the reward, I should give it to you."

"Belisarius, you have to understand, you have taken me in, and I want to do something at this time."

"Besides, the materials and tools are all ready-made in the pharmacy now, how can I collect your money again."

Juncker was about to say something when he saw a figure walk in at the door of the pharmacy.

He was a little strange, although the pharmacy in this shop was open, there were few customers, and there were generally more people who came to buy medicine in the afternoon, and if it was an emergency, they would not come to the pharmacy, but more often went to the hospital.

I saw that the visitor was wearing a black jacket, a men's high hat, and a white shirt and gloves.

Somewhat comically, the man's coat seemed to be a little bigger, loosely draped to the sides, and the shoulder line had slipped to the arm.

And his boots are also a little ill-fitting, and the front is too prominent, making his feet appear large and flat, a bit like a circus clown costume.

The man didn't seem to realize this, and saw him stride in with his nose held high and his head held high.

"Good morning, sir, what would you like to buy?"

Juncker put down his bread and greeted him, the first guest of the day.

The man ignored him, and winked his eyes at Martin.

It's Harris.

Martin recognized him as soon as he came in, after all, his big nose was really eye-catching.

Martin didn't understand what Harris was doing through the front door, didn't he say that the people of the Alchemy Society should show up as little as possible?

Besides, it's not yet the time they agreed upon.

"He's coming for me."

"Talk to me... Potato chips cooperative. ”

Despite the question marks on his head, Martin took over the conversation.

He wanted to try to avoid Belisarius and Junker's contact with the Dark Alchemy Society.

This can get them in trouble.

"I just made it yesterday afternoon, and someone came to you to cooperate today?"

Juncker was a little surprised, it was too fast.

"Yes... He's a... Food managers who specialize in exploring business opportunities. ”

Martin casually made up a title to fool around, and he got up and led Harris towards the Red House warehouse at the back door.

Listening to this new word, Belisarius and Juncker immediately felt that the future of the [Mercury Spring] was full of hope.

...

"I'm in good shape, right?"

Leaving the antechamber of the pharmacy, Harris showed Martin what he was wearing.

"I also asked Shang Duo to help me match it, which is really good, so that I can come to see you in the open."

Harris winked at Martin again.

Martin subconsciously wanted to back off.

"Isn't this guy the opposite of that guy named Shang Duo? It's no wonder it goes with that..."

Martin kept chattering in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and when they both entered the room, he turned around and closed them down.

It felt more and more strange, and Martin was even a little embarrassed the moment he closed the door.

Pushing aside the strange thoughts that had crossed his mind again, he asked Harris:

"Something brought?"

Harris smiled wickedly and pulled out a glass bottle from his shirt pocket, which was brown and shining.

He handed it to Martin.

Martin took the glass bottle that glowed brown and felt cold to the touch, and when he opened the bottle, he saw three feathers inside, all of which were burning silently, flashing bright yellow fireworks.

The fire didn't even have the slightest temperature.

Martin was a little curious, this is the feathers of the fire crow?

He took a few glances, closed the cap, and then handed a note to Harris and said:

"The recipe for [Goddess's Embrace], burn it in time after memorizing it."

This was what he had written down last night at Whiteface Cook's prompt, and he was afraid that telling this not-so-clever "black chef" would ask over and over again.

"The most important thing is the way to calcine the [lady's seal], which I didn't remember on it."

Only the recipe was recorded on the paper, and Martin chose to dictate the most critical operational details, which was not easy to cause leaks.

"There are three different kinds of flames used to calcine mad roots, and those are the green flame produced by burning sage, which represents psychedelia; The red flame produced by burning the cherry stem, which represents love; And the most critical ones. ”

Martin said this, staring into Harris's eyes.

"Black flame from burning flesh grass."

"It's a representation of desire."

"Flesh grass?"

Harris was a little confused.

"That's right, it's also called [Prisoner's Blood], and I think you've heard of the famous tragedy in history, the Crazy Kiss Disaster."

"It's caused by eating too much flesh grass, which amplifies the craving for raw meat."

"I think that's why the alchemist kept saying 'wild kisses' to you."

"I'm afraid this is also the reason why the [Goddess's Embrace] is obviously just a [Black Potion], but it is listed as a forbidden potion by your Alchemy Society."