"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Shot after shot.

If it weren't for the border town of the Black River Valley at this time, it would be shrouded in a drifting torrential rain.

The sound was washed away by the torrential rain.

I'm afraid that this gunfire has already been noticed.

A dozen shots later.

Reload with steam bullets, pick up your steam shotgun, and aim at Tucker's angry dwarven alchemist.

This time he just took aim and didn't shoot.

The anger faded and reason began to take over the brain again.

While he was reloading, the wizard didn't attack him.

He already sensed something unusual.

This guy seems to be ...... Not an enemy.

"Who are you?"

The dwarven alchemist asked in a low voice.

"As I said just now, I'm a guest who came to ask for the alchemist's help."

"I don't mean it badly."

Tucker didn't dare to mention any more words like dragon breath and dragon scales, so as not to irritate the dwarven alchemist who was good at "anger".

"There are no alchemists here."

The dwarven alchemist snorted.

"You're not welcome here, either."

Tucker looked at the dwarven alchemist whose beard was almost touching his knees, and Tucker shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then!"

"Tomorrow, I'll come again, I don't know if the alchemist here is not here at that time."

With that, Tucker walked out.

Anyway, this guy's magical alchemy hut is here.

And it's still the rainy season of gray nights, and the road outside is not ordinarily difficult to walk.

It seems that there are still people who are worried about him, otherwise there would not be a situation where the store was rummaged through.

This dwarven alchemist, non-combat sequence, doesn't have much means of self-preservation.

He can't run away.

When Tucker had just crossed the doorframe that had been shattered by the dwarven alchemist.

"You're a wizard?"

The voice of the dwarf came.

Tucker turned and spread his hands.

"Obviously."

"How many levels is that?"

The dwarf looked Tucker up and down, and gradually lowered his steam shotgun.

"Level 19." Tucker said truthfully.

"Damn, it's only level 19, you're too weak." The dwarf muttered under his breath.

"If you can help me, I can quickly advance to level 25 or above, and my witchcraft can also be quickly upgraded."

"I've been stuck at level 19 for a long, long time, and I've hoarded a lot of source energy experience."

"Level 25?" The dwarf pondered to himself.

Obviously, in his opinion, the relationship between rank and strength is obviously linearly proportional.

"Level 25, it's still weak, but it's ......"

The dwarven alchemist, whose eyes were wrapped in thick brow bones and eyebrows, looked Tucker up and down for a long time.

"You don't look too weak."

"Moreover, you actually have the power of two rune ring staffs on your body."

"Generally, a transcendent person of your level has a hard time mastering the power of the two rune ring staffs."

"What's more, one of the Ring Staffs is the Shadow Ring Staff."

A hot temper is hot.

This dwarven alchemist's vision is still quite vicious.

"Human wizards, we can make a deal if you want."

"I can help you refine the items you need."

"But at the end of the next gray date, you have to keep me safe."

Tucker's previous powerful dodging ability seems to have a certain deterrent effect.

The dwarven alchemist couldn't restrain Tucker, and seemed afraid that Tucker would go out and reveal the secret he was hiding here.

"Before the end of the next gray date?"

Tucker pondered, then looked at the dwarven alchemist.

"You're going to get out of here on the next gray date?"

"Yes, I'm going back to St. Rand." The dwarven alchemist whispered, though the voice was still loud.

"Back to St. Randers? Aren't you the alchemist of this shop? ”

Tucker was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

"Damn, this is the shop of one of my apprentices, who died in the last adventure."

"I was here to hide from the enemy, but you found out." The dwarven alchemist said dissatisfied.

"Uh...... That's a lot of information! ”

Tucker took a deep breath.

"I said, how can there be a third-order alchemy expert in this border town of the Black River Valley, this small place, with a magical alchemy hut."

"The bartender, he didn't mention the dwarven alchemist, it seems that it's because ...... Wait a minute. ”

Tucker pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Your apprentice here, is it a dwarf?"

"The apprentices of the dwarves are of course dwarves, human wizards, and you have too many questions. Are you willing to close the deal? The dwarf said a little irritably.

Tucker nodded, "I'm more than happy to complete the deal with His Excellency the Alchemist." ”

"But don't you ask me what I need to forge?"

"With the level of a wizard of your level, I can forge whatever you get." The dwarven alchemist said confidently.

As he spoke, the dwarven alchemist walked towards the not-so-thick trunk, one hand pressed to it, chanting a magical incantation in a low voice.

After a while, a curtain-like door frame was pulled open by the dwarven alchemist.

"Let's go inside!"

Tucker's eyes condensed slightly, and after examining it for a moment, he made sure that there was no danger before he walked over.

If this third-order alchemist wanted to take advantage of the "imprisoned" characteristics of this magical alchemy hut, which was not even a "layer dimension", to trap Tucker.

Na Tucker could only reluctantly accept the entire inheritance of this third-order alchemist expert.

However, this dwarven alchemist has the same temperament as a dwarf.

Grumpy, but at least honest and trustworthy.

"Damn, how the hell did you find out about my [Magical Alchemy Hut] hut, you know, this magical hut I spent most of my savings to build."

After entering the alchemy hut, the dwarven alchemist asked loudly as he rummaged through the thick wooden shelves.

"Maybe my perception is better!" Tucker replied vaguely.

At the same time, Tucker was also looking at the magical cabin in front of him.

"Compact" was Tucker's first feeling.

On three sides are thick storage shelves, stacked with drawings, scrolls, storage boxes, and some extraordinary storage bracelets.

"I don't know if this alchemist has a large-capacity transcendent storage bracelet."

When he saw those storage bracelets, Tucker's heart moved slightly.

"You can ask later."

In the middle of the rack, it can barely accommodate the distance of two people in parallel.

On the left and right sides of the wall facing the entrance, there are small wooden doors, which are supposed to be the alchemy expert's living room and alchemy secret room.

As a movable "magical alchemy hut", it is expensive to build.

It's nice to have that much space.

It was at this time that the dwarven alchemist seemed to have found something of his own.

It was a blood-colored scroll.

With just a glance, the tip of Tucker's nose sniffed the smell of blood, as well as a hint of demonic smell.

"The previous walker and the wizard, the two of them turned this place upside down, but they didn't find this magical alchemy hut."

"You must know that they are all powerful transcendents in their thirties."

"Human wizards, those two transcendents, are the opponents you may face next, and they even have helpers."

"If you're scared, leave now, and it's okay."

"If you're not afraid, sign this contract."

"I'll finish the ...... for you," said the dwarven alchemist, glancing at Tucker.

"Five!" Tucker said crisply.

"I'll finish forging five materials and items for you." The dwarven alchemist said cautiously.

"Can I take a look at this demonic testimony of the contract?" Tucker made a polite gesture.

"No problem."

The dwarven alchemist directly spread out this contract scroll that had been witnessed by demonic power.

Blood-colored words emerge.

Tucker walked through it step by step.

As he examines the text, Tucker is also aware of the essential power of this contract.

With the power of the "Contract Demon" as a medium, the Blood Hub is established, and then the balance is constructed.

The soul from the veins of blood, as an introduction.

As soon as someone makes the decision to break their promise, a demonic curse will descend.

Verbal promises are far less tangible than the constraints of such a demonic contract.

And this kind of binding contract is often the witness and beginning of friendly cooperation.

After a moment, Tucker nodded.

"Very fair agreement."

With the Dwarven Alchemist officially activating the Demon Contract Scroll.

The two of them each dripped blood into the scroll.

A black circle of light bloomed from the Demon Pact Scroll, permeating the two of them.

The contract is officially concluded!

If he could, Tucker would never drip his own blood in front of a demon.

However, when the Tucky Technique can use "Precision Correction" to cut off the veins, and "Steam Origin Phase" can be used to adjust the veins.

Tucker didn't mind using this method to reach an agreement.

Yes!

Tucker's "Steam: Origin Phase" is more effective than "Precision Modifying" to adjust one's connection to the world.

If we say, "precision correction" is a scalpel-style precision retail.

Then, the "Steam Origin Phase" is a large-scale wholesale.

But soon, the angry and irritable roar of the alchemy expert "Baggins Toll" was heard from inside the magical alchemy hut.

"That's what you're talking about?"

"This is quasi-lord-level material."

"This contract, it's not fair at all."

(End of chapter)