Perhaps because the improvisation was not recognized by everyone, and the passion for creation was extinguished in the cold, the old Neil's next movements were extremely standard, the language was accurate but lacked humor, like a silent indictment of Angel and others.

"Miss Granger, please help turn on all the gas lights and turn them up to the fullest. Mr. Moretti, please brush the pot with the brush next to the iron pot, and by the way, help me bring the third glass bottle from the left on the table. Dunn ......"

Old Neil quickly assigned the task, and when it was Dunn Smith's turn, the latter shrugged his shoulders, took two steps back, and stood in front of the door of the alchemy room, signaling that he would not interfere with the potion configuration.

“…… Well, I'll do the rest myself. ”

Placing the silver crate beside the iron pot, Old Neil took out a yellow-brown piece of parchment, which Angel found to be lines of Hermesian written in blood-like ink, which looked dangerous and mysterious in the flickering light of the gaslight.

"First of all, 100 ml of pure water, thank you, Mr. Moretti." Old Neil took the glass bottle that Crane handed him and poured some random into the freshly brushed iron pot.

Angel frowned, she wanted to remind old Neil that there was a graduated measuring cup next to her, but she didn't dare to disturb him.

Crane on the other side seemed to have the same idea, and the two looked at each other, and both moved to the busy old Neil.

"And then 13 drops of nightvanilla juice, just add one drop to the perfume and you'll ......" Old Neil took out a brown vial from the box, sucked the liquid out of it with a dropper, and added it to the iron pot, and the faint fragrance spread through the alchemy room.

Halfway through the introduction, he remembered that he was still in a "cold war" with everyone, and stopped talking again.

"7 golden mint leaves, 3 drops of violet juice, and finally 9 grams of dragon's blood powder." As he looked at the recipe on the parchment, he took the various ingredients from the box and gradually added them to the iron pot.

"These are all auxiliary materials for potions, and deviations in the order and amount of potions added will not affect the final effect, and of course, we generally don't let it be too bad." After weighing the black dragon's blood powder on a scale, pouring it into the iron pot, and stirring it with a wooden spoon a few times, Old Neil explained again.

"The main material is the key, they are all extraordinary materials, the weight must not be more, but it can be a little less, not too much, both will lead to promotion failure, or even direct death."

It's finally time for the crunch ......

Angel brace herself and watch Neal Sr. take a closer look at what Neil Sr. is doing next. The latter took out an opaque glass bottle with a blackened surface from the box, took a brand new test tube, and used the dropper to remove a tube of azure liquid from the glass bottle.

"10 ml of Lava octopus blood, they quickly decompose in the sun and lose their effect, so they need to be stored in a light-tight container."

After carefully checking the scale on the test tube to ensure that the dosage was accurate, Old Neil poured the bubbling Rava octopus blood into the iron pot, and with a "bang, bang, bang" sound, the dim light in the alchemy room was also dyed blue.

"Finally, there is the star crystal, 50 grams, hehe, we have just 100 grams of inventory here, and they were all divided between you two little guys today, and there is nothing left."

Old Neil took out the second extraordinary material, which was a crystal of extreme purity, reflecting a little starlight in the light, as if reflecting the entire starry sky.

After reconfirming the weight of the Star Crystal with a scale, Old Neil used a knife to cut off a portion the size of a fingernail to avoid overloading, and then threw the whole Star Crystal into the pot.

Like cold water dripping into the oil pot, with a "zi-" sound, the mist came out of the pot, filling the entire alchemy room, Angel, who approached for a closer look, couldn't dodge, and was shrouded in the mist, her eyes widened, as if she saw the starry sky in the star crystal from the mist.

She almost thought that the potion had failed, but Old Neil unhurriedly scooped the dark blue liquid that had become sticky from the pot into the cup with a wooden spoon and handed it to Crane, who was also stunned.

"Drink, your soothsayer's potion is complete."

Crane took the cup, glanced hesitantly at the rim, and then at Old Neil.

"Is it just like that?"

"You can add some Ormere wine and it will taste better."

Seeing that Crane was still stunned, Old Neil added with a smile: "If you don't care about the taste, just drink it, this is just the lowest order of potions, and there is no need for additional rituals." ”

"In fact, the most difficult thing for ordinary people to obtain is the recipe for the potion, and the extraordinary materials in it, also known as the main ingredient part, as you have just seen, the whole production process is not complicated, and even small mistakes are allowed. Once the potion is made, all you have to do is ......"

He held his right hand weakly, as if holding a non-existent wine glass, and raised his hand to his lips to make a drinking gesture.

“…… Cheers. ”

As if infected by Old Neil's renewed humor, Crane's tense expression relaxed, he raised the cup to his lips, took a deep breath, raised his hand to his head, and drank the potion from the cup.

Observing the promotion of taking potions from an outsider's perspective for the first time, Angel carefully watched Crane's next move.

I saw that Klein's hand holding the cup suddenly straightened, and the whole person was like a seizure, and the muscles of his whole body tensed like a seizure, his eyes were round, and then his limbs twitched. Just as he was about to fall to the ground shaking due to the stiffness of the joints in his feet, it was as if his soul had returned from his body, and the convulsions stopped.

He frowned, refocused his gaze, flicked his head a few times, and let out a low moan from his mouth, like a drunkard waking up from a hangover.

That's it?

Angel looked at old Neil on the side, who seemed to have long been accustomed to the reaction after taking the potion, and looked at Crane who was gradually coming back to his senses with an indifferent expression.

Dunn Smith by the door was even more uninterested, leaning against the door frame and squinting at Angel.

The two looked at each other, and Angel hurriedly looked away.

Is he spying on me?

Having said that, the requirement to be a spectator of the potion preparation and the process of taking it is indeed a bit strange, and this knowledge is not new to those who have become extraordinary, unless it is to collect the recipe for the potion or to wait for an opportunity to disrupt and prevent the potion from being dispensed.

Looking at it this way, his behavior is indeed very suspicious......

Angel's fears, which had been hidden in her heart after killing Mrs. Sharon, resurfaced, and she looked at Dunn again, only to find that the other party had looked away at Crane and Neal Sr., as if the scrutinizing gaze was her own delusion.

Is it because you are thinking too much? Or because he honestly watched the whole process and didn't do anything he shouldn't have done, he temporarily got rid of suspicion?

Crane on the side, with the help of old Neil, is entering a meditative state by imagining non-existent objects out of thin air, in order to grasp the power of the newly taken potion, these basic knowledge can be found in Cole Granger's memory, plus Dunn Smith's fright to Angel just now, she feels that she does not need to stay here now.

Seeing that one of the two was concentrating on teaching and the other was careful to learn, Angel came to the door with his own material box, Dunn's eyes returned to her, and he raised his eyebrows, as if expressing doubt.

"Captain, if there is nothing else, I will go back first, these materials need to be processed as soon as possible."

Angel shook the wooden box in his hand and made a plausible excuse.

The expected interrogation didn't come, and Dunn just nodded his head in agreement.

Angel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed the words that she had to deal with the follow-up questioning, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," the call from behind her stiffened her spine, "I forgot something. ”

"What's the matter, Captain?"

Angel asked, looking back and squeezing out a smile.

Dunn smiled: "I forgot to tell you, even if you work from your own home, you have to come to the company once a day to report, of course, you don't need to take the day off on your shift." ”

It turned out to be this thing...... Angel relaxed: "Okay, Captain. ”

Seeing that Dunn didn't seem to have anything else to say, she re-stepped into the stone-paved underground passage and headed for the intersection that connected the places.

He hadn't taken a few steps before Dunn's voice came from behind him.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Well, what's the situation?

Angel looked back in confusion, and this time she confirmed that Dunn didn't mean to make things difficult for her, but really ...... A bit forgetful.

"I forgot to say it together, you go to Old Neil and get a copy of our badge so that you can prove your identity to the police, and a new gun," he looked back at the alchemy room, where there was a faint sound of conversation between Old Neil and Crane. "Come back when you have time, it won't be over here for a while."

Thinking of his old revolver that was neglected and the rifling was almost bald, Angel nodded.

I guess that's all over this time...... She turned away again, listening carefully to the voices behind her.

Luckily, this time she wasn't stopped until she reached the crossroads.