Chapter 230 Potion Was the use of that finger a signal? Did Mr. K come so quickly? Or was he just nearby observing me? Lumian's mind tensed up, and the fatigue after the battle seemed to have subsided a lot. This gave him a new understanding of Mr. K's strength, and added a bit of fear to him. Retracting his gaze, Lumian picked up the "Corrupted Mercury" first. Its silver-black blade bore several scars from burns and corrosion, which made Lumian doubt whether it could last until the end of the year. After collecting the Corrupted Mercury, Lumian began to examine the two bodies that had been freed from the blood and mostly dissolved. They show obvious signs of candle-like transformation, collapse on the ground, and can give everyone who witnesses long-lasting nightmares. The clothes of the two corpses had been highly corroded, as had most of their belongings, including Haman's dagger coated with poison and Castina's favorite axe. Less affected were several specially made iron-colored medicine bottles that gleamed with a metallic luster. Although there were obvious signs of corrosion on their surfaces, the liquid inside had not yet been affected. Lumian observed and found that there were four types of potion bottles, distinguished by the patterns etched on the bottles: one was a tree, one was a bear's face, one was a spring, and one was a scorpion. Haman and Castina took one bottle of each, leaving a total of eight bottles.
After Lumian gathered them together, he walked over to the strange sickle that "Black Scorpion" Roger had just used. It was black, sharp, and evil. It was neither as small and easy to carry as its counterparts used to harvest wheat, nor as exaggerated and shocking as the giant sickles. It was only half a person's height. As soon as Lumian touched the sickle with his right hand wearing a black glove, he felt it extend illusory spikes, drilling into his flesh and blood, sucking the life out bit by bit, cold and ruthless. He quickly withdrew his right palm and found that his life was no longer slowly slipping away. I don't know if it's a magical item or a special weapon like "Corrupted Mercury"... How should I take it away? Lumian fell into deep thought. At this time, Franka had completed the arrangements and started to communicate with the spirits. Lumian brought the eight potion bottles back to the body of "Black Scorpion" Roger and said to Franka across the "Spiritual Wall": "Ask about the functions of these things, and how to take away the sickle." Franka nodded, looked at Roger's face that was highlighted in the last makeup mirror, and asked: "What are the functions of the potion bottles on Harman and Castina respectively, and how can we identify them?" Roger, looking pale, answered in confusion: "The tree pattern is a 'bark potion' that can make your skin and muscles as tough as trees. "The bear face pattern is the 'Rage Potion', which allows you to burst out with power beyond your normal capabilities. “The fountain pattern is a ‘healing potion’ that can heal most injuries, making serious injuries lighter and minor injuries disappear. "The scorpion pattern is 'scorpion venom', which is mainly applied to weapons and can cause people who are harmed by it to suffer from heart rhythm disorders, respiratory paralysis, and even death." It’s quite useful... Franca praised secretly. Her hidden blade needed just such a bottle of "scorpion venom". Franca continued to ask: "How do you usually carry your sickle?" "There is a larger wooden box in my study. Just put it in there quickly and take it away." Roger answered with a pale face and a cold expression. Franca asked: "Is that sickle a magical item or an extraordinary weapon? What are its abilities?" "It's called 'Harvest Festival'. It's a weapon infected with the breath of grace and has the trait of 'sharp'. As long as it leaves a wound on the target and stains it with corresponding blood, it can continue to absorb the opponent's life." "Black Scorpion" Roger described the situation of the sickle in a daze.
Franka accurately grasped the time and turned the topic to more important things: "Have you met 'Mrs. Moon'? How do you usually keep in touch?" Roger's pale and painful face became a little more vivid: "I met the 'Moon Lady' in a wilderness. No, now it's the 'Moon Lady'. She was sitting in a unique carriage pulled by two demons. She was wearing a veil, which made me feel very sacred and maternal. “Usually she comes to me, asks me to suddenly enter that wilderness, and gives me orders. “She gave me a green seed to place in the statue’s abdomen, so I could use it for emergency communication if I were in danger. "Now you don't need the seed. Just recite her honorable name in full and you will get her reply." Can I respond to the honorific name? This person is quite high... Franka didn't ask what the honorific name of "Ms. Yue" was, for fear that she would be able to sense it. She could guess the answer but still asked curiously: "Just now, why didn't you seek help from 'Ms. Moon'?" "Black Scorpion" Roger replied blankly: "I can win." Didn't he recover from his illusion before he died? Franka said with a "tsk". "Why do you support Hugues Artois?" "It was 'Ms. Moon' who asked us to help him get elected." Roger answered with a blank look in his eyes. "She said that Hugues Artois is a sufficiently open-minded person." A sufficiently open-minded person... What does that mean? Franka found it difficult to understand this evaluation. When Franca summoned the "Black Scorpion" Roger, Lumian did not wait by the side. He walked into the study with a face belonging to Alce and simply searched for valuable items. He tried to open the door of the safe with the half piece of wire he carried with him, but failed. He found only a wooden box in the study that was suitable for holding the evil sickle, and he took it down the stairs to the basement with its door open. It is very clean here, and there is nothing here except for the stone platform where the statues are suspected to be placed. Lumian searched for a while and found a secret door with the help of his "hunter" ability to observe the environment. A heavy friction sound was heard, and he pushed open the secret door, and found a corridor behind it. On both sides of the corridor were cells surrounded by iron fences. There were dozens or even hundreds of people crammed in the cells, most of them looked like homeless people, but there were also well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, and children who seemed to be lost. At this time, nearly one-third of the prisoners were lying on the ground, their skin dry and dull, looking more like skeletons than humans. They were no longer breathing, were completely incontinent, and a foul stench filled the private prison. Lumian's eyes swept over these shivering humans and saw many evil and strange symbols on the ground beneath their feet, the wall behind them, and the iron fence in front of them. No wonder the "Witcher" is so strong in his home turf... Lumian suddenly realized. Not only is there a "magic circle" filled with dead souls to assist you, but you can also draw on the lives of others to replenish your own at any time! Lumian held the wooden box with one arm, pulled out the revolver again, and pulled the trigger against the door of one of the cells. With a bang, the iron chain broke open and fell to the ground.
After restocking his revolver with ammunition, Lumian didn't even look at the prisoners. He stepped forward and destroyed the iron locks of the remaining cells one by one. Then he put the revolver back into the gun pouch under his armpit, turned around, and left, leaving behind a group of dazed and numb survivors. When Lumian returned to the first floor, Franka had just finished channeling and removed the "spiritual wall". "Did you gain anything?" Franca asked casually. Lumian pointed to the wooden box under his left arm: "It should be used to store the sickle. I couldn't open the safe. The servants here may have fled to the second floor, or to the garden at the back. I didn't meet them." "Don't worry about them. As followers of the evil god, we will be eliminated soon once we lose our protection. Besides, we have done enough disguise so they won't recognize us." Franka nodded and said, "Go pack up the 'Harvest Festival'. We will leave here now. Yes, the sickle is called the 'Harvest Festival'." It didn't take long for Lumian to return to the body of "Black Scorpion" Roger with the sickle and handed the wooden box to Franka. Then he squatted down, tore off the bottom half of his pajamas, crumpled it into a ball, and stained it with blood. "What are you going to do?" Franca asked curiously. Lumian didn't look up and answered briefly: "Give some tips to the official Beyonders." After saying this, he returned to the living room with the blood-stained cloth and wrote the following words in Intis with messy strokes on the wall next to the female statue with soft features: "Great Mother". After completing this task, Lumian discarded the cloth and walked towards the door. "Why does it sound a bit provocative..." Franca sighed and turned around. Behind her, clusters of black flames emerged and rose upward, burning all traces left by the two people and the remaining spirits of the dead. Then, Franka sprinkled fluorescent powder, chanted the "invisibility" spell, and disappeared into the foyer area with the wooden box. Lumian then opened the door and swaggered out of 126 Market Avenue. He did not close the door, allowing the scene inside to be presented to passers-by: Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamp, a corpse was lying near the foyer, surrounded by blood. Lumian crossed the market avenue, constantly changing direction, and returned to the alley where he had changed clothes and disguised himself. He simply cleaned the makeup on his face and changed into his original clothes, no longer giving people the impression that he was Alsay. The next second, Franka appeared in a hooded black robe, took the "Ring of Punishment" from Lumian, and put it back into the purse. The "witch" glanced at the still unconscious member of the Sting Gang, Alsay, and said to Lumian who was about to leave: "You don't want to deal with him? "He knew that it was Ciel who knocked him out, and that the person who killed Black Scorpion Roger disguised himself as him." Lumian did not answer, but pulled out his revolver, half turned his body, and pulled the trigger at Arce, who was covered in a blue and white striped shirt. With two shots, the Stinger Gang member who was trusted by "Black Scorpion" Roger was shot in the chest and lost his life. Seeing that Lumian didn't care about anything and did whatever she suggested, Franka shook her head secretly and dealt with the remaining spirits and traces in the alley.
Then, she disappeared again and left with Lumian, climbing the outer wall to return to the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom. After Lumian used the special potion from Lentas to wash away the excess black in his hair and truly transformed back into Charles Dubois, Franka smiled and asked: "Do you want this sickle? If not, I'll sell it and we'll split the money. "Your Provocateur potion should be almost digested. You need to prepare money and materials for the promotion." (End of this chapter)