"Crackle!"

With a wave of her left hand, a red whip shadow streaked through the air, hitting the wall in front of her desk, leaving a shallow whip mark.

This is not bad, it should be no worse than a real leather horsewhip...... Valera looked at the whip marks on the wall and nodded in satisfaction.

Subsequently, she activates "flesh magic" to modify her image.

The first thing to change is the height.

After transforming into a woman, her height has not changed much, but her height when she is a man is placed in the female group, which is too tall and eye-catching.

Soon, Valilla trimmed her height to 1.67 meters, about the same height as Forth.

At this time, she clarified the second negative effect of a long tongue.

After revising her height, she felt a large amount of blood in her body being absorbed by the long tongue in her palm, which added a tangible sense of weakness to her previous vague weakness.

In the round mirror, Valeera's face also turned pale, and even the blood on her lips was much darker.

This is not a magical item corresponding to "Vampire"!

Let's just call it the "Bloodthirsty Tongue".

It's okay once or twice, who can afford to use it for a long time...... But she needs to use it for a long time.

Valeera put the question aside and pulled the long tongue out of the palm of her left hand.

It's too stressful for her to use right now, and she has to find a way to avoid it as much as possible.

But that's not the top priority right now.

All she had to do now was pack up her things and leave before dawn.

Next, she will be active as a woman for the time being.

Fill a few empty boxes into the grooves in the door frame, pack the items that need to be taken away into the suitcase, and put the items that need to be disposed of in one place.

Eventually, Valeera unleashed a black flame and performed the anti-divination of the room as much as she could.

It was nearly six o'clock in the morning.

She put on a white gauze hat and changed into a dress that didn't fit well—something he had prepared in advance at a nearby store—and with the brim of her hat in one hand and her suitcase in the other, she jumped straight from the second floor and disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness.

……

9 a.m.

Valera came to 78 Zotlan Strasse, Wicker Cloak Shop.

She's here to buy clothes.

The previous preparation was more to ensure that there were clothes to wear after promotion, so that they would not be eye-catching on the street in men's clothes, and there was no guarantee in terms of figure.

Now she has to really prepare the clothes she wears regularly.

Of course, this business must have been chosen in his uncle's shop.

Relying on the dexterity of the "assassin", and a few hours of adaptation, Valeera's pace was finally less masculine while keeping her attention.

She pushed the door open and entered, and was greeted by a clerk in a white shirt and red vest.

"Miss, what would you like to buy?" He wanted to call him "girl", but changed his tune when he saw Valeera's face.

Valilla nodded and smiled at the clerk she didn't know, and as she walked to the room where the women's clothes were, she replied:

"I'll just go over it myself."

When I entered the room, I was greeted by a clerk in a black and white dress.

After measuring her figure, Valilla took some time to choose two long skirts and a pair of shirts and trousers that resembled a rider's suit—close to the style of men's shirts, except for the pleated shape at the collar of the shirt.

After that, she picked out a black peaked hat and a pair of leather boots, which cost a dozen pounds in total.

When she left Beckland, she had all her cash with her, a total of more than £100.

After this period of spending, as well as the bulk consumption just now, there is only about 90 pounds left.

Valilla, dressed in her long-skirted leather boots she had just bought, got into a public carriage to the East End.

She was going to Vladstraße 18 to see if the fat pharmacist Darkwell had come to Tingen now.

If there is, then she is going to buy a few more potions with the effect of "producing blood", so as not to be sucked dry by the "bloodthirsty tongue".

……

After getting out of the car on Vlad Street, Valilla made out and walked in the direction of the street.

It didn't take long for her to see the sign of "Lawson's Folk Herb Shop" from a distance.

Very good.

Valilla smiled at the corner of her mouth and pushed the door open and walked in.

The shop is filled with the strange smell of the various herbs of the mixer.

The shopkeeper behind the counter, a fat pharmacist under the pseudonym Rosen Darkweed, looks like a country witch doctor in a dark black robe embroidered with various strange symbols.

He was about thirty or forty years old, with short black hair, a round face, and dark blue eyes.

Seeing Vali pull through the door, he quickly pulled out a packet of herbs from under the counter and began to sell them.

"Miss, it looks like you lost a lot of blood last night, I have a good treatment potion here, and you have a painless ......."

Valera listened rather annoyed.

This guy's mouth is even more poisonous than the original book...... He was not beaten to death, probably because of his teacher's light.

She walked to the counter, swept away the so-called healing potion, resisted the urge to expose his old bottom, and asked:

"If I tell the police what you just said, what will happen to you?"

As she spoke, without waiting for the fat pharmacist to think, she replied to herself, "I don't think Mr. Policeman at the right time will sit idly by and watch a lady be verbally insulted." ”

It doesn't matter if this statement is true or not, it would be nice to scare the fat pharmacist.

He chose to apologize from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, he was not so sincere, and he was still muttering something like "it looks like a blood collapse, why is it insulting".

He thought Valera couldn't hear.

There's no way to punish that...... Valera could only knock on the table and say:

"I want a few potions with a strong 'blood-making' effect."

After hearing this, the fat pharmacist pursed the corners of his lips, took out a piece of oiled paper, and quickly picked out a few of them in the medicinal herb cabinet behind him and put them in.

Finally, he wrapped a bundle of paper and put it on the counter.

"Add enough water to boil together to make a potion, you can cook it 4 times."

"The cost is £2."

Valilla couldn't reveal his identity as an extraordinary, so she couldn't be sure if he had a better potion, so she had to pay the bill and go out with the medicine.

Fortunately, although he looked crooked, he was generally symptomatic, and the effect of the medicine should not be too much worse.

After that, she took a horse-drawn carriage back to Daffodil Street and returned to the hotel where she had checked in in the morning.

The inn's room was provided with a coal stove and kettle, and Valyla used them to make the first "blood-growing" potion and drank it.

As a warm sensation melted through her stomach, Valeera felt a wave of sleepiness.

It seems that the effect of the medicine is not bad.

She locked the doors and windows, didn't care about lunch, and went straight to bed.

This time, no more than ever, she took extra care to keep herself safe.

After all, she has become stronger and more vulnerable.