"Purified water 100 ml ......"

In the dimly lit room, with the door closed and the curtains hidden, a sneaky figure crouched at the table, fiddling with a set of alchemical utensils.

Carefully checking the scale of the measuring cup, Angel carefully poured the liquid from the cup into the small crucible.

There were a few drops of pure water sticking to the wall of the cup, and she couldn't shake it off, so she had to use a dropper to add five drops to the crucible to make up for it.

Although the nuances of the auxiliary materials do not affect the final effect of the potion, she still wants to do her best to be perfect.

All kinds of plant juices and essential oils are diluted by pure water, and they appear a cloudy gray color in the crucible, and if they are brought out like this, it is estimated that everyone who sees them will think that it is brush pot water.

Only the last main ingredient added will change the properties of all materials, turning them into magical potions.

Pulling out the bullet box from her bosom and taking out the extraordinary properties of the "instigator" in the shape of a bird's beak that she had bought for a full 400 pounds, Angel took a deep breath, looked up, and looked around the room in one last sure look.

This is her temporary residence on the third floor of the "Silver Bullet Detective Agency", which is the home of the Night Watch Team in Port Enmat. After returning here in the afternoon, Angel borrowed various containers and auxiliary materials from the alchemy room under the pretext of "practicing making charms", and in order to prevent people from seeing her intentions, she even borrowed unused utensils such as alcohol lamps and grinding bowls.

After locking the door, she hid in the room and prepared potions like a thief, stopping at the slightest disturbance outside the door, listening carefully, for fear that someone would break into the door and arrest the "assassin" who secretly refined the medicine.

Fortunately, these "sleepless" were either caught and sent out on a mission, or passed the time in the hall on the first floor, and no one came to the third floor to disturb her in the evening.

Picking up this precious piece of extraordinary property directly with his hand, Angel did not experience unspeakable auditory hallucinations and olfactory changes like he had previously encountered the "witch" trait expelled after Cole's death.

It seems that whether the characteristics are polluted or not can be distinguished by this difference.

One last glance at the extraordinary properties of the Instigator, Angel gently tossed it into the cauldron's cloudy mixture of auxiliary materials.

As if a piece of molten ink had been thrown into the water, the small amount of liquid in the crucible quickly turned into pure black with its extraordinary properties as the center, but the surface seemed to have a layer of oily floating color, showing a psychedelic "colorful black" under the gas light.

Subtle, as if the human voice that surrounds her gradually appeared, like whispering, instigating, the voice was sometimes near and far, erratic, making her eardrums gently scratch like cotton wool.

At the same time, a foul smell wafted out of the cauldron and rushed straight into Angel's nasal cavity, even if she had been prepared, she couldn't help but take a step back, if it wasn't for the potion with her own hands, she would almost think that it was scooped out of some stinky ditch, fermented sewage.

However, the inky black liquid in the pot is the original appearance of the "instigator" potion.

She confirmed this by remembering Cole Granger concocting and taking potions.

The "Law of Immortality of Extraordinary Properties" revealed by Kaveh is accurate, and the untainted Extraordinary Character can indeed be used to make potions of the same sequence with the help of auxiliary materials.

Unable to hide the excitement in her heart, she poured the potion in the crucible into the measuring cup that originally contained pure water, and the pure black liquid was inexplicably attached to each other, like an inseparable whole, and was transferred to the cup without a drop.

Picking up the measuring cup, Angel glanced at the light, then held his breath to isolate the stench, brought the cup to his lips, and drank it up.

The cold potion was hot and hot in her mouth, and it ran down her throat and into her stomach pouch like a charcoal fire, scorching all the tissues it came into contact with, making her moan.

The voice was different from the usual coldness, full of temptation, full of power that people couldn't refuse.

Holding back the discomfort in her throat and ignoring the whispers in her ear, Angel gritted her teeth and persevered, knowing that this was a normal step based on her memory of the "last" time she had taken the Instigator potion, and that the negative effects of these potions would all disappear as long as she persisted for about a minute.

But then, a strange feeling enveloped her.

It's like a memory, or a future.

Holding a short blade, he lunged at a black-haired man, crashed into a trap under the merciless taunts of the other man, broke his bones, and died......

The middle-aged man with blond hair and beard sat at the table and talked to her, while the people around him stopped and stopped, occupying the other tables and chairs, but oblivious to the empty seats beside him......

From a strange perspective on the ground from above, the sky is as black as ink, and the mountains on the ground are undulating, but there are no people, and it is barren......

The whispers in my ears gradually approached, amplified, as if someone had turned the horn switch to the maximum, until the sound was deafening.

The small, warm room in front of me faded away, eroded by the darkness around it, and the gas lights flickered and extinguished.

I'm ...... Is it going to get out of hand?

What went wrong?

The potion was configured incorrectly, the extraordinary properties were hidden and tainted, or did you think you had digested the "Assassin" potion, but left behind a hidden danger?

Angel can no longer feel her limbs and body, only her thoughts are still flowing, this situation as if her soul has been withdrawn from her body, and her five senses are gradually disappearing, but she gradually recovers from the panic just now.

The light returned to his eyes, but his perspective gradually increased, looking down on the tables and chairs, the single beds, and the women on the floor.

She was looking at herself on her knees from an eerie third perspective.

"I" eyes are round, eyeballs are protruding, the blue tendons around the eye sockets and even on the face are exposed, the bare skin of the hands has become bruised, and he is weakly resting on his kneeling legs, and his neck is tilted up, as if his throat is choked by invisible hands.

Is this death......

Suddenly, an invisible wind blew, and the scene in front of Angel's eyes quickly disappeared.

As soon as the eyes were closed and opened, the floor, tables and chairs seemed to be turned 90 degrees clockwise, showing them at a strange angle.

She returned to her pre-"out-of-control" perspective, and at some point she was lying on the ground, the gas lamp on the wall still glowing warmly, and the empty measuring cup was upside down in her hand.

There were still whispers in her ears, and there was a slight burning sensation in her throat, but the familiar sensation made her almost cry.

He is still alive, and he has not become a brainless monster in the runaway process, or has simply turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, like the original owner of this body.

She gathered her nerves, closed her eyes again, and expertly entered a meditative state, gradually shedding the effects of the potion's remnants.

The whispers in her ears faded as Angel tried to swallow her saliva, the burning sensation in her throat quickly fading after a tingling pain.

It seems that the promotion of the "instigators" was successful?

Relieving a little, she scrambled to her feet from the floor, stumbling against the wall to the bathroom, turning on the gas lamp, and standing still in front of the bust mirror.

The familiar face in the mirror did not have protruding green tendons like in the hallucination just now, but the purple of the eyes became deep, almost completely black, and even the surrounding sclera were dyed with a hint of discoloration.

This is a manifestation of the potion power.

She has become an "instigator".

…… Re-became the "instigator".

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After hurriedly washing her face and cleaning up the sweat on her face, Angel returned to her guest room, sorted out the borrowed crucibles, measuring cups and other utensils, and then sat back on the bed exhausted and felt the strength she had gained.

If a potion comes with an extraordinary ability or spell, then the knowledge will automatically appear in the mind of the extraordinary person after promotion.

Through this, she can confirm that she has indeed become an "instigator".

The core abilities of the "Instigator" potion are "persuasion" and "misleading", and if the extraordinary person uses it skillfully, it can also achieve a certain "charming" effect.

Through the combination of these linguistic abilities, the "instigator" can easily stir up malice and greed in people's hearts, instigate others to commit crimes, create conflicts in the crowd, and cause bloodshed.

Even in life, a few casual words can make the other party easily believe the "instigator" and regard him as a confidant.

Angel remembered the instigator he had met in Tingen, Tris.

Even if he is also an extraordinary person, he was defeated in the other party's "persuasion" and "charm", and almost became the prey of the other party, let alone the defenseless ordinary people.

The victims of the "Alfalfa Massacre" are the best proof of this.

In addition to the newly acquired language skills, the biggest improvement in advancing to Sequence 8 is that the core abilities of the original "Assassin" have been greatly strengthened.

The dexterity of the body, the eyesight and the dark vision, and the charged blow are all more or less strengthened, and the spirituality is more abundant, and the spiritual vision can be supported for a longer time.

Of course, now that he had just finished taking the potion and was promoted, Angel was not ready to try where the limit of his spirituality was, so as not to repeat the "loss of control" just now.

Unlike the adrenaline rush in the heat of battle, the feeling of floating in the air like a ghost, watching her body gradually move towards death was terrifying, and she didn't want to try again.

And those strange hallucinations......

She tried to recall a few scenes she had just seen at the edge of time and space, but it was as if she remembered what she had for breakfast a week ago, she knew that there was such a thing, but she couldn't remember the specific scene.

Seeing that he had recovered from the bruise just now to his white hands, Angel made up his mind that even if he didn't have the money to buy potion materials in the future, he would definitely not use his extraordinary characteristics to directly promote again.

I won't have such good luck next time......

"Knock-"

A knock on the door woke up the pensive Angel, who looked around the room first, and found no problem that could reveal her promotion just now, before she walked to the door and asked in a low voice:

"Who is it?"

"Rupert Norman, Clement has informed everyone to go to the hall on the first floor for a meeting, and the 'action' may be ahead of schedule."

Outside the door, came the voice of the "Midnight Poet" who had come to the aid of Stonen City, which was usually a little oily and slippery, but at this time extremely serious.

(End of chapter)