ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

In the alchemy laboratory of the castle tower, Xiu Yi was fiddling with the magic crystal communication orb.

Nancy's smile appeared in the crystal ball.

"Is it lonely alone in the valley?" Huey asked Nancy.

"Oh, I'm not alone, and with Paddy with me, I'll never have to worry about being lonely. Nancy replied with a smile, as she greeted Huey by holding little Paddy and grabbing his fat little hand. "It's just that it's not convenient to go out, and if you want to go to town to buy something, you have to walk a long mountain road. ”

"I'm really sorry, Nancy, I know I've wronged you a little during this time, but at the moment the materials in my hands are a little tight, and the cost of making a temporary teleportation array is too high, I'm looking for a suitable and safe place to make a fixed teleportation array, so that when you're bored, you can go to Winrington through the teleportation array to visit. ”

"It doesn't matter, at least I don't have a need for the city during this time. Nancy replied understandingly.

The little one played for a while, and soon got tired, and Nancy put the child to sleep, and then said to Xiuyi: "Cat's eye flower bloomed yesterday, I collected everything I could collect, but the Devil May Cry vine only squeezed out four drops of vine juice, the water and soil in this area are not very suitable for this kind of creature that likes shade, and the dragon beard grass grows well, I have used your method to breed a few new ones." ”

"Well done, Nancy, these magic plants are very demanding to grow, and it is not easy to cultivate, I didn't expect you to learn so quickly and do so well. ”

"It's all your teaching, some time ago, I learned how to make a powder according to the alchemy notes you left behind, and it seems that it won't be long before I can help you more. ”

"You'll be a good assistant, maybe not just an assistant. Huey laughed.

"I hope so. Oh, there's a few weeping weeds, and when it's time to water them, I'll take care of them. ”

"See you tomorrow, then. ”

"See you tomorrow. ”

Finished the communication Huey walked out of the laboratory.

Standing in the open space of the castle, he looked at the steamer mist above his head.

He wondered why the Fog Castle was so foggy all the year round.

Could it be that the fog was also a means for Electra to hide the castle? If so, how did Electra do this? Perhaps because of the nearby circle, Xiu Yi could clearly feel that the magic power in this area was very strong.

This is of great benefit to his cultivation.

It's just that Xiu Yi wants to find the cause and effect that exists in this, rather than simply enjoying the result.

The process of pursuing knowledge is actually more satisfying than the use of knowledge.

While Hue was thinking, Lilith came.

"Chakle's secret letter. She handed Huey an envelope.

Xiu Yi opened the letter and was slightly stunned.

"Is something wrong? ”

"Baron Harden of Southwil was egged on by Raschel to come to Winrington. According to Chakra, Raschel was going to use them as bait to catch me. ”

"Baron Harden?" Lilith vaguely remembered that Huey had told him that he had served as a servant in the Baron's house for three years before going to Purgatory Island, "Are they important to you?"

"If it's to the former Huy Glare...... That's probably a very important person. Xiu Yi said leisurely.

Whether the Baron Harden family is important to him or not is a little confused on this issue.

Intellectually, Huey doesn't know Baron Harden right now. He didn't have anything to do with them.

But the memories of Hueglare's childhood remain, and images of those lives sometimes appear in his mind.

The real Huey Glyre is absolutely grateful to the Harden family.

That feeling can be clearly felt even by my current self.

So much so that as soon as he mentioned the surname Harden, he could feel the warm current that jumped out of his heart gradually surging throughout his body.

It is as if the soul of the teenager who has disappeared is reminding himself in his own unique way that he is someone who once cared for him and is worthy of his cherishment.

He couldn't tell whether this feeling was a remnant of the original Huyglaire's feelings or the afterglow of a new life under its influence. But, in any case, when he recalls the fragments of Huey's childhood, and remembers the Baroness's loving love for little Huey, the memory alone has made him feel good about the Baron's family.

And now Raschel, the old hound, has hit the idea on the Harden family.

"What's wrong with you, Huey?" Lilith noticed that her sweetheart's mind was in a trance.

"Ah, I'm fine, just remembering some old things from my childhood. Mr. and Mrs. Harden were very nice to me and used to take good care of me. ”

"What is Raschel going to do to them?"

Huey gave Raschel's rough outline: "It's a cunning plan, but I'm not going to let Raschel succeed." Those who have a grudge must take revenge, and those who have a grudge must complain, but the same gracious must also repay the favor, no matter which one of them is Huyglare, since this feeling exists, it must be faced. ”

"What do you mean no matter which one of them is Shuey, are there still two Huey Glyers in this world?"

"Of course, a simple boy who used to be before Purgatory Island, and a terrible demon of hell after Purgatory Island. Huey chuckled, "Can you believe it? I used to be like an angel." ”

Lilith leaned forward and put her arms around Xiuyi's waist: "Whether it's an angel or a demon, what I like is only the current Xiuyi." ”

It was the first time Lilith had spoken her mind openly, but in the current situation, she did so naturally, boldly and without restraint.

She just looked at Xiui with her big sparkling eyes, expecting his reply.

Huey's reply was simple.

He lightly touched Lilith's lips: "I have to think carefully about this matter, how to deal with Raschel, and if he wants to deal with the Harden family, he shouldn't do it so quickly." We still have time to prepare. At present, the first priority is to solve the problem of the ball, and the second is to solve the Earl Weston. Did you find any clues about the samurai I asked you to check?"

"Not yet. Lilith was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, no one is out of nowhere, that samurai is dangerous, I can feel it. There must have been some origin before he entered the Rose Manor. Check it out and you'll have clues. Let's focus on the prom first, I have a hunch that this prom is going to be very lively. ”

**——— Rose Estate.

In Earl Weston's alchemy laboratory.

He was holding a stirring rod in front of a crucible carefully stirring the green liquid inside.

The potion evaporated from the mist, and the Earl of Weston took a small medicine bottle from his hand with a little nervousness.

A string of whispering incantations came out of his mouth, and under the effect of the incantations, the mist formed by the potions churned in the air for a moment, and then burrowed into the bottle.

A large amount of cyan smoke was compressed into a smoke ball under the influence of magic, and it rolled in the medicine bottle like a wave of air.

This is a unique secret method known to the earl himself: the Qi Refining Method. The essence of the potion he condensed was not in the potion itself, but in the gas produced by the potion.

The essence of the poison extracted in this way has long been greatly weakened, but the benefit is that this poison is slow but unstoppable, penetrating into the bone marrow.

After collecting the mist, Earl Weston looked at the herbs in the cauldron with regret and stopped smelting the medicine.

The medicines in the crucible were all collected by him with a long period of effort, and after this condensation, he could no longer use them.

"It seems that this is the only way to go. Earl Weston turned around with a little frustration.

Behind him, the samurai named Keith carefully took the vial, and his eyes under the iron mask showed a frenzied solemnity.

"Well done, thank you very much for your help, Lord Weston. ”

"The thing I promised you has been done, and what you promised me to do?"

"If you mean Christine, I'm at your disposal, Lord Earl. ”

"No, you know that's not what I mean. I want the Book of Darkness!" The Count was a little annoyed by Keith's pretending garlic.

The samurai shrugged his shoulders and threw a small thin-skinned notebook to the Earl: "It's a good thing to be willing to throw yourself into the arms of the dark god. But the power of the Lord of Darkness, though powerful, is not hidden in the world. You are a very useful pawn, and if you position yourself as an alchemist, you have far more status than mastering the power of darkness. ”

"That's something I'm going to think about, and you should know that every alchemist turns from a love of magic to an alchemist from the beginning. Why should I continue to be an alchemist when I have the means to be an alchemist, it's a choice every alchemist makes!" replied the Count firmly.

"But not everyone will choose to become a dark mage. ”

"The power of darkness is supreme, and I will do whatever it takes to do so!" caressing the excitement and fanaticism in the eyes of the little Count Boben, but the look became heavier and heavier.

He looked up at Keith, "Good cooperation. Tomorrow is the day of the dance party at Fog Castle, and Christine will be there. Interested in joining me at that prom?"

"Are you going to see the excitement? or are you going to make the noise?"

"If there's a bustle, we appreciate it. If there is no excitement, we will create excitement. The Count replied.

The samurai thought for a moment and nodded, "I'm happy to accompany you." ”

** - After a busy day's work, Raschel also felt a little exhausted.

"Alas, in the end, I am getting older, and my energy is not as strong as before. The old hound couldn't help but sigh.

There are a lot of things to deal with every day, even with Raschel's brilliant mind, it feels a little overwhelming.

There was an aggressive knock outside the door, and Raschel didn't raise his head: "Come in." ”

An attendant walked in.

"What's the matter?"

"Chief Raschel, the Chief Administrator, wants me to tell you that tomorrow afternoon the work of the Department will be left to you for the time being. ”

"Oh, why?" said Raschel.

"Yes, the director was invited to a ball. ”

"What prom?"

"It's the chief dancer at the Fog Castle, you know, it was originally the director's property. The guest bought the director's property and invited the director to the ball, but the director was just this face. Although the ball is held in the evening, the host is required to arrive early as an important guest. ”

"The Castle of the Fog, the Alchemist's Castle of Death?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"It's funny, do you know which family bought that place?"

"I heard that it is a family called Dardanelle. Oh, by the way, they seem to be from Royo City, maybe you know them, sir?"

The expression on Raschel's face at that moment was quite wonderful.

"You mean that Siseda Daniel bought the Castle of the Fog?" he shouted.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not sure the name of the owner of that family. ”

Raschel bowed his head and pondered for a long time before he said, "Go and tell the commissioner that I hope to get his approval to go to this ball later tomorrow evening." ”

"Yes, Sir Raschel. ”

"And ......"

"What else, sir?"

"Prepare a post for me, pick out a few gifts and send them to the Fog Castle, just say that I, Raschel, congratulate the arrival of the Dardanelles. ”

"Yes sir. ”

"Tell them I'll bring some friends. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Finally, I went to the West Hotel, found a couple named Harden, and asked if they would be interested in going to the prom with me. ”

"Understood, sir. ”

The attendant left Raschel and sat in his place, a pair of cloudy eyes narrowed into a straight line.

**—————— promised explosion has finally been achieved.

I'm tired, I'm tired.

During this period, the whole month of March was full of ups and downs, and the state was very volatile. Sometimes it's 15,000 a day, sometimes it's two days when you can't write a word.

From yesterday to today, the whole person felt as dizzy as if he was sick.

I was dazzled by what I saw.

Suddenly, it seemed like he didn't care about anything, threw away his computer and went outside for a few days.

You don't have to force yourself to write.

Writing is a joyful thing, and writing is a painful thing.

Happiness is because I like this pain, because there is pressure on the burden and cannot be escaped.

I don't say this to complain, it's just that some things have to be said to let everyone know that they are not.

Don't ask for anything else, just give a subscription and be satisfied.

Thank you for your continued efforts.

No matter how tired you are, you will persevere.