"Teacher, I found the closure card."

At this time, the young apprentice Shermin came in through the back door with a sign.

"Get out!"

As if he had found an outlet for the panic in his heart, Darkwell suddenly turned his head and shouted, startling Shermin.

This is both catharsis and protection.

"Why are you so nervous, I have no ill will."

Seeing this, Ademisor chuckled lightly and spread his hands on his own initiative.

He paced slowly, looked at the furnishings in the store, and deliberately changed the subject:

"Very nice little shop, the smell here is very good, it gives people a sense of tranquility, I don't know what it is?"

Darkwell was silent for a moment, waved his hand to signal Shermin to close the door, and looked up at Ademisor:

"I made it myself, with a mix of jasmine and rose, and a little amber and sage, which I named Ningshenxiang."

As he spoke, he forced out a smile and said:

"You're right, we should be honest, why did you come to me?"

"I need the potion recipe for the 'machine.'"

Darkwell's eyes froze, and he said in surprise:

"You've mastered the "monster" potion "? Oh my God, how is this possible! ”

It seems that the other party does not know how to play.

He silently made a judgment in his heart, and chuckled:

"It's my thing."

The fat pharmacist withdrew his amazed gaze and shook his head:

"I don't have a potion recipe for the 'machine', and since you know the School of Life, you should understand that it is impossible for us to give potions of the 'destiny' path to outsiders."

Ademisor nodded sincerely:

"I know this, you can write to your teacher and tell him that I am willing to join the School of Life."

I believe you're a stupid donkey.

Darkwell complained secretly in his heart, but did not answer immediately, and had an idea in his heart.

He beckoned to Shermin and commanded:

"The tranquility incense that the guests like is placed in the fourth medicine cabinet, and the second drawer is counted in the left hand, and some more are added."

Xie Ermin also saw that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two, and he nodded tremblingly.

"Thank you."

Ademisor thanked politely, and then asked step by step:

"Would you like to write a letter for me? Mr. Darkwell? ”

Darkwell deliberately looked embarrassed.

"You know, our organization has always been a mentor-apprentice lineage, which means you need to find a teacher."

"It's not a problem, maybe your teacher is a good choice, so we're in the same class." , Ademisor quipped a little narrowly.

"Hmm..."

Darkwell rubbed his round face, but did not object:

"If that's the case, well, although we recruit new members on the initiative of teachers to find apprentices, it seems that it is not impossible for students to come to the door, especially if you have already embarked on this path."

After finishing speaking, he silently added in his heart: Of course, the premise is to make sure that this person has no problem.

And Ademisol is undoubtedly problematic in his eyes, and influenced by preconceived impressions, he subconsciously believes that the other party is a bait thrown by the Rose School.

Thinking of this, Darkwell decided to stabilize the other party for the time being:

"I can help you write a letter and ask the teacher."

"That couldn't be better."

Ademisore had a smile on his face even better.

Darkwell's gaze was inquiring, and he asked tentatively:

"Can you tell me about the lady? The one who gave you the gift, how did she die? ”

Ademisore did not hide it, and described in detail the tragic situation of the lady being bitten to death by a rat.

It seemed that he didn't expect the other party to tell the matter so simply, Darkwell was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he secretly speculated in his heart: it was the "beast tamer" of Sequence 8 who did it, and it was the hand of those mutineers, and there was more than one.

A single "animal trainer" controlled a dozen animals at most, and according to Ademisor's account, Darkwell believed that more than one "animal trainer" was involved in the killing.

He fell silent, mourning in his heart for the member of the Order.

At this point, Shermin added the spices he had brought to the stove.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Darkwell's face, and he took the initiative to stand up:

"Yes, I can ask the teacher for you, as you said, maybe soon we will be in the same class."

He showed a kind attitude, and seemed to have regarded the other party as his own.

Ademisor suddenly sighed lightly, quickly pulled out the revolver from his armpit, and aimed it at Darkwell.

He picked up the glass of water on the counter, walked a few quick steps to the fire, and poured water on the fire.

"Go open the window!"

Ademisor shouted coldly at Shermin, the other party was obviously frightened, and subconsciously did as he was told, opening all the windows.

Darkwell's smile froze on his face, his eyes dodged, and he asked with a pretense of composure:

"What are you doing here!"

"I suggest you don't take me for an idiot." , the revolver in Ademisor's hand did not move, aiming at Darkwell.

Just now, when Shermin was adding spices, Ademisor's inspiration gave dangerous feedback.

Combined with Darkwell's sequence as "pharmacist", it is not difficult to deduce that there is something wrong with the newly added spices, and then Darkwell's sudden kindness proves this, so he did not hesitate to take the first step.

"Calm down, calm down."

Darkwell sweated down his face as he struggled to squeeze out a smile.

"It's ironic, isn't it? I am the "Moon" path, but I am still in the School of Life, and you are the "Destiny" pathway, but I am helping the School of Roses. ”

？？？

"Who helped the Rose School."

Ademisol looked confused.

Perhaps sensing that he was not spared, Darkwell became a rare stiffener, and mocked in a contemptuous tone:

"At this point, there is no need to hide it, it is hard to believe that those defectors will leave the extraordinary characteristics of the "monster" on the scene after killing people without recycling. ”

"They created the illusion that you were accidentally promoted to a "monster" in order to lure members of the School of Life into contact with you, so you are the bait they thrown, aren't you? ”

There was a misunderstanding.

Ademisol reacted instantly, and his tone softened slightly:

"Maybe you've only been here for a short time, so you don't know who the owner of the dragon bar is."

"Who is it?"

Darkwell asked dismissively.

"Captain Svein, the original Punisher."

"Uh... It's true? ”

Ademisol scoffed:

"I don't have to lie to you, you can find out if you ask."

Darkwell nodded in agreement with what he said, and then said uncertainly:

"So those defectors left in a hurry, didn't have time to reclaim that extraordinary trait, and ended up cheapening you?"

"It's a reasonable guess, but I don't know what the killers think."

Darkwell breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're not a bait from the Rose School."

"Of course not, I'm a substitute."

"That's good, that's good..."

Darkwell patted his chest lightly, and then he reacted, his eyes widened, and his voice was slightly distorted:

"Punisher!?"