The moment the serpent appeared, Martin retreated to the table, staring warily at the serpent that appeared out of thin air.

There was a [Lava Kiss] on the table, and he could take some out and apply it to his lips at any time.

Now I am not sure what the meaning of this strange snake that suddenly appeared, whether it is friend or foe, and what its strength is, it is not a wise choice to attack rashly.

And the black and white cookbooks are tacitly silent at the moment.

It seems that they also understand that the existence that appeared this time is not the object of Harris's mockery at will.

The serpent's body is more than half a human tall, like a golden dragon summoned in myths and legends, and its majesty is mixed with a hint of the insidiousness of snake creatures.

Martin heard the "philosopher's stone" in his mouth, and the tension suddenly decreased.

It doesn't seem like they came to fight.

Seeing Martin's reaction, the Golden Snake showed a somewhat strange smile, and said with a letter:

"Don't be nervous, my friend."

It was a hoarse, muddy man's voice, like coming from an old gramophone.

"I just caught the [echo] of the 'Philosopher's Stone' coming from here, so I'm going to come and have a look."

"How many years... How long has it been since the word appeared in Cavides... At least for 300 years before I fell asleep, it didn't appear in the mouth of anyone in Cavides. ”

The serpent shook its triangular head, as if reminiscing about a long time.

"Those people in the Alchemy Society only mix some compound potions, oblivion ointments, and ecstasy water, and think about how to provoke men to conquer women every day, but they don't know anything about the real potions, a bunch of stupid guys!"

"Hey! I'm afraid they haven't even heard the name of [Philosopher's Stone]! ”

"And you're different, my friend."

The serpent's pupilless black eyes looked over.

"I can feel the substance of 'gluttony' in you, so amazing... Even compared to the real [Alchemy Dog], you are not far behind. ”

"No, I'm the [Alchemy Dog]..."

Martin was expressionless, but he answered secretly in his heart.

"I don't know how you got it, but only extreme hunger can concoct the ultimate potion, hehehe."

The golden snake laughed like a paranoid witch.

"Just like the perfect [Lava Kiss] around you, and the [Philosopher's Stone] you want to concoct, in a way, they are all their own [extreme]."

It seems to appreciate Martin very much, and is not only very pleased with [Lava Kiss], but even thinks that he can call up [Philosopher's Stone].

It is also not known what information it is based on.

However, judging from the information revealed in its words, this golden snake, or the real master behind it, is more familiar with the "Spoon" deck, and has a lot to do with the Dark Alchemy Society.

It's alchemy again...

Martin frowned, could this be the so-called follow-up of the man at the table? Or is this just a consequence of Cook's reference to the "philosopher's stone"?

Puzzled, he asked:

"You're from the Dark Alchemy Society?"

"Sort of, after all, I haven't been back for a long time."

The serpent's body began to twist, as if to vent some kind of uneasiness.

"The projection of the Pharaoh's Serpent is almost over, and I can't project it for too long, or I'll be discovered by those guys."

The serpent's voice grew hoarse, and the gramophone was nearing the end of its life.

"I'm looking forward to the moment when you refine the [Philosopher's Stone], my friend."

Its sinuous body stretched out towards Martin, as if instinctively wanting to get close to him.

Martin looked at the black eyeballs of the giant snake, and a strong aura of madness and greed poured out of them, and thin cracks spread out from the eye sockets, and soon covered the entire head of the giant snake, up to the entire torso.

"I will continue to pay attention to you, and when necessary, I will also help you through the Alchemy Society, the rumored [Philosopher's Stone], it's exciting to think about..."

The serpent's voice died down, and as the rift widened, its golden body began to fall apart, and finally turned into pale golden gravel and fell to the floor.

Everything was just as it had been at the beginning, the mortar was still lying in place, except that the white powder in it had turned to a pale golden grit.

"Gold?"

Martin stepped forward to see if the grit was golden sand.

But he soon realized that it couldn't be gold, for before he could get closer, the golden gravel began to oxidize and turn black, and finally became a puddle of light ashes.

That's not a characteristic of gold.

Martin exhaled softly, and he felt a cold sweat all over his back.

Just now, he deliberately reduced the conversation and avoided the topic of [Philosopher's Stone], just because he was worried that the people behind the giant snake would find out something.

Whether it's his true identity or the fact that he doesn't know what the Philosopher's Stone is.

Martin wasn't sure how much the gentleman's hat was hiding his appearance, and the person behind the serpent didn't seem to be low, and he was worried that he would find out about his xenomorph identity.

And if you let the person on the other side know, I'm afraid it's not just a [Pharaoh's Serpent] that comes over as a projection.

He cleaned up the broken mortar and the ashes on the floor, and began to think about the safety of the warehouse.

So far, he has a mastiff, Harris, and the snake of the pharaoh just now, and Harris has been here several times, and it is comparable to a public place.

It can't be helped, it's just an ordinary warehouse, and it's not its job to provide security in the first place.

Martin's heart sank, he needed a safer place.

Staying in this warehouse all the time is not an option, although Belisarius and Juncker don't mind.

And this single bed is so basic that Martin wakes up every day with a pain in his back......

He kept the idea in mind, and after pouring the Lava Kiss into a small glass bottle, he went to the Frontrooms again with the Craty's Wreath.

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"Hair loss?"

In the shop in the front room, Juncker was a little puzzled by Martin's question.

"Of course, every few days people come and ask about the medicine for hair loss, mostly men, but also some women."

"Wait for me for a moment."

Juncker was entertaining an old man who had been coughing, and after a word of advice to Martin, he invited the old man into a small tent in a glass room separated from the corner.

Juncker sat the old man in the tent and pulled a stove out of the corner.

"The steam coming out of the bronchial pot can relieve the dryness of your lungs, and this room gives you a moist breathing environment, which should relieve your dry cough."

Martin watched as he moved the stove outside the glass room and spoke to the old man inside through the glass.

The stove had a long corner chimney, which looked like a miniature boiler, and Juncker used a long candle to light some of the herbs in the hearth, and pale yellow steam was constantly coming out of the chimney.

It was the first time Martin had seen this bronchial kettle, which looked like a boiler, and he couldn't help but be a little curious.

After lighting it, Juncker inserted the chimney into the tent, and soon the whole tent was filled with yellowish water vapor, and coughing came from it from time to time.

The old man's coat was a little old, but it was neat, and his face soon showed a pleasant expression, and his breathing became smooth.

As the water vapor gathered, the frequency of coughing really decreased.

"How does it feel?"

Juncker asked the old man who was sitting inside.

"Very good."

The old man replied with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've breathed so smoothly. You know, the thick smoke and yellow fog in the East End made my cough worse and worse, and it hasn't gotten better since I moved here. ”

The old man had the grace of an old gentleman, though his current living conditions did not seem very satisfactory.

"That's good, you stay in there first, if you can, it's better to do it every few days, it's good for your lung lobes."

After admonishing the old man a few words, Juncker came to Martin's side, and said a little worriedly:

"The industrial areas in the eastern part of the country are making the air in Cavedes worse and worse, but the farthest west side is fine, and the Red Church side has been greatly affected, and more and more patients are coming to treat coughs."

"So the business of the pharmacy is not getting better and better."

Martin quipped.

Juncker smiled wryly.

"Most of the people who come here are poor low-level workers, and they are not rich themselves, and those who have money go to the church hospital or the Royal Academy of Medicine to the west."

"I sometimes think that this is probably also a dilemma for the pharmacy."

Juncker looked over.

"We want to sell more medicine and make more gold, but we don't want to watch these familiar neighbors suffer from illness, which sometimes makes me very confused."

"The teacher said that this is not something we can control, and we will just try our best to treat the patient. He also said a lot of words that I didn't understand, the times, the waves, but I could roughly understand what he meant. ”

Juncker sat down and looked at Belisarius, who was dispensing medicine in front of the medicine cabinet, and his eyes showed a sense of determination.

"But hair loss is different."

Juncker abruptly changed his tone and looked over with a smile.

"Remember that Mr. Edward yesterday? I think you've seen him more than once. ”

Martin nodded, and the handsome young man made a deep impression on him.

"Guess why he keeps coming to the drugstore? He looked so healthy. ”

Juncker had a little playfulness in his eyes.

Martin remembered that the young man always wore a top hat and had never seen him take it off.

"Is it?"

Martin asked tentatively.

"That's right."

The smile on Juncker's face was even bigger, and it smacked of gossip.

"Edward is very handsome, so there is always no shortage of female companions around him, and you may not see you for two days and you will find that the female companions around him have changed."

"But he also has his own problems, which is the problem of hair loss that runs in families."

"He felt that this was a matter of personal privacy, so he insisted that he not go to the church hospital or the Royal College of Medicine, but always came to the teacher."

"But you know, there is no very effective solution to this problem, and the teacher also said that there is a famous doctor who has won the [Golden Sunflower] medal and wants to develop a medicine for hair loss."

"But in the end, he didn't even keep his own hair, and even his unique hairstyle was named a new hairstyle."

"A balding hairstyle."

Juncker smiled and winked at Martin.