The nest of a black-headed magpie was placed under the eaves outside the window of Cyrill's room.

The white-feathered magpies squeezed together, and the fluffy young feathers had a fluffy feeling, waiting for the adult bird with a raised black crown to fly back to feed. Cyril looked at the window for a while, until the adult bird, which was only the size of a palm, flew into the nest with its wings. The young magpies opened their mouths and stretched their necks, and began to compete for food in the beak, and then he looked away.

If Caroline and Tiffany are here, I think the fragrance of bird meat should have already risen in the room now.

"Dongdong!"

After obtaining permission, the waiter of the tavern pushed the door and stood respectfully at the door and said, "Sir, you want us to go to the unregistered alchemy workshop you are looking for. We found a total of thirteen, most of which are in relatively remote places, only one in the main urban area..."

The generous gentleman had several beautiful female companions around him, driving a privately customized carriage, and was Gentry - such a generous traveler is not common. The waiter racked his mind to do things, trying to get a little tip from Cyril.

"Just tip on the table, just write the address of the store in the message book next to the table."

The waiter hurriedly completed all this as Cyrill said, and then left happily with the vast silver on the table.

"Alchemy Workshop".

Nearly a year ago, when Cyril moved from northern border to the central part of the kingdom, he entered an alchemy workshop in Toch City. Such an alchemy workshop is not a purely alchemy-related shop, but a mysterious intelligence dealer, and at the same time sells some rare and precious objects.

It was there that he bought two recipes that he had basically never used later, and at the same time he abducted the dwarf Cran - he still remembered that the code name of the dwarf Cran in this alchemy workshop was actually "The Elf Under the Moon".

Later, there were a lot of things, and Cyril needed something in 1440, so he never went to the Alchemy Workshop again.

But this time I happened to pass by Mivola, and the time was just right, so I could go to the Alchemy Workshop.

equipment.

After thinking about it carefully, Cyril found that his equipment had not been updated for a long time. His weapons and armor were used since Solconan, and he even suspected that the protective performance of the "bone breastplate" on his body was not as strong as his own.

The most useful thing may be the necklace that brings certain attribute bonuses, but he cannot appreciate other uses - its greatest significance is that it can calm the noisy gray god and not disturb Cyrill's thinking.

His sword obtained a certain venom bonus after killing the poisonous giant spider, and it seemed that he had a certain evolutionary ability. But when he showed the sword to the dwarf, the latter could not see any tricks, and naturally he could not analyze its corresponding promotion route.

It means that he is still using equipment of level 40 or 50.

For a time traveler, it is too embarrassing, it belongs to yes.

Of course, he doesn't like ordinary equipment too much. If he has to rely on himself to kill monsters and explode it, he will take too much time. The Alchemy Workshop can find rare equipment, so he naturally becomes his first choice.

Even if you can't find the right equipment and receive two more recipes, it's a good thing - players who have collected seven Horn Carey recipes can receive a very long hidden mission, and the final reward is a complete set of epic protective gear.

What's more, the knight has been a long time, and now he is carrying poison on the sword, so he can't remember the insidious way of throwing props and tempting poisons.

Cyril greeted Mia and then walked out of the tavern. The location of the alchemy workshop was too far off and he couldn't remember clearly, so he asked the waiter to search. Now, after spending a long time in the alley, he finally found the alchemy workshop.

The furnishings are almost exactly the same as the alchemy workshop in Toch City. There is no unnecessary decoration at the door. The store is narrow and has thick curtains hanging down, hidden in the dark alley. When you walk into the alley, you will feel a moldy smell, as if you are not allowed to enter.

Cyril knocked at the door in a specific order, in 3257 times, and soon a sound sounded inside the door:

"How many Gentry are there in the Grand Duke's warehouse?"

"7355,608 pieces." Cyril replied.

"What is your code name?"

"Sky Fire."

"Tianhuo... Let me see... I registered in Tochi City last year? Newcomer-"

The door was roughly opened, and when it opened, there was a scream. The light inside was extremely dim, with only a small kerosene lamp illuminating a low counter.

However, this did not affect Cyril's observation. He looked around half-bent - the height of this store was really a bit low for normal humans. As he expected, it was not a human standing behind the counter, but a Vera man, that is, a halflinger.

"I thought Vera people would choose places with better sunshine to open stores," he said casually, and the Vera people behind the counter who didn't seem too young trembled and put on a pair of glass lenses in front of them, and said vaguely: "Ah, yes, Vera people are indeed like this. In fact, even if I only stay here for one month a year, you happened to be hit by-"

"That's really my honor."

"What do you need, elves...oh, are they half elves?"

Cyril didn't care about the other party identifying his race, unless it shouted "a zombie" in his mouth, otherwise he didn't care at all.

"I need some rare, exquisite equipment to get the best products that your alchemy workshop can get." He took out a snakeskin bag from his arms, shook it for a moment, and made the pleasant sound of Gentry colliding.

"Don't worry, I have enough money."

The Vera was a little hesitant at first, but when he heard Gentry's voice, he immediately showed an expression of enjoyment, and then responded: "No problem, no problem, my dear half-elf, let me think about it... Maybe you need an excellent 'longbow'?"

"I think I prefer to use crossbows. Besides, unless it has extraordinary power, the elves can only use their own bows-"

"No, no, half-elves, you would be wrong, I'm talking about the 'longbow'."

Vera narrowed her eyes, turned around and walked into the dark grocery room behind her, and when she walked out for a moment, she held a cloth bag about an arm-long length in her hand. For a bow, the length was obviously short.

He then untied the cloth bag, and immediately revealed one of the black and slender crossbows.

"The crossbow produced in the old ruins, named Longbow, has excellent armor-breaking performance. The complexity of the inscriptions on it is far beyond our civilization era. It is even engraved with 'witchcraft': heart-piercing rifle. It is a third-level alchemy equipment certified by the City of Holmer. It only has thirty Gentries, how about it?"

The Vera spoke very fast and sounded extremely active. The series of information reported was astonishingly large, which made Cyril stunned for a moment—

The inscriptions are more complex than our civilization era? Engraving witchcraft? The City of Hormer? Third-level alchemy equipment?

Wait and wait, how come a series of terms that I have never heard of?

Cyril suddenly became alert. Compared to the so-called "substitute" goblin in Toch City, this real alchemist shop owner obviously had too much more to know.

"Hey, hey, do you want thirty Gentries? This is a special offer that I will give you because I only come once a year and may not necessarily have a guest for a month. If you don't want it..."

"Yes, yes!"

Cyril made a quick decision and threw the entire wallet on the table: "There are seventy Gentries here, you can collect them first, I want to buy more than this one."

The Vera immediately happily wrapped the "longbow" and pushed it to Cyril. Cyril quietly injected magic into it, keenly aware of the complex techniques that did exist on it. The structure was similar to "sharpening arrows", but it was several times more complicated.

"If you have any equipment, take it out and take a look. In addition, the formula also requires alchemy, medicine, and even alcohol and beverages."

Cyrill brought enough Gentry when he went out this time. After Cyrill had his own unique products, every carriage at the Boyle Chamber of Commerce could bring considerable profits. Fruit wine and herbs are the most traded goods in Cyrill at present, but as the civil war at the O'Connor family was about to break out, military-related goods such as armor, weapons, war equipment will become more and more popular.

War money must be huge profits, especially when the war cannot burn itself—

It was obvious that the Vera people hadn't seen such a generous customer in a long time. They happily turned around and were about to get more backlogs of equipment, but the store door was knocked again.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The door was knocked in a mess, and it was obvious that the other party did not understand the rules of the "alchemy workshop". Cyril looked at the Vera people, but saw the Vera people shaking their heads at him with a finger up, as if they didn't intend to pay attention.

But then a young male scream rang out outside the door:

"Waiwaiwai, is anyone there? Waiwaiwai?"

"Open the door, it's very urgent, save it!"

"White!"

The screams were silent for a moment, and then the door was slapping more quickly, and the sound became heartbreaking: "Open the door and open the door, save me, save me, save me! Save me!"

At the same time, there were a few footsteps outside the door, and they approached the store door from the left and right at the same time. Someone grinned and said, "I'm a stinky stall, I cheated money and tricked you into the head of your Lei Lion Army Grandpa. Do you want me to break two legs or three?"

"No, no, I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you!"

"Damn it, I'll take me ten silver terries in half a year--"

"Didn't you smash my crystal ball?" the voice shouted in dissatisfaction, but then a heart-wrenching cry seemed to be lifted up.

"I'll go out and take a look." Cyril whispered, opening the door as the Vera nodded.

As soon as he went out, he saw a young man in a shabby robe raised by a guard holding his collar. He was waving his hands in a panic, but he didn't even dare to hit the guard. In addition, both ends of the alley were blocked by the guards. It seemed that the "liar" fled in a hurry, but he was blocked by someone.

And few people didn't expect that the store would really leave. After a moment of silence, a soldier shouted: "Hey, go back to your room and don't meddle in other people's business."

But Cyril did not give him a response.

He stared at the young man who was lifted up. His ragged robe was stained with oil, but in terms of style, it was not an ordinary wizard robe or a robe worn daily.

The inside of the robe is bright orange, and the bright colors make people think that the inside should be worn outside. The outside is blue-purple like the night sky, and silver-blue lines fall into shapes on it. Just by just scanning the sides of the clothes, you can see more than a dozen patterns in a row.

That is the pattern of the constellation.

This person was called a liar, but he was actually a... astrologist?

This really shocked Cyril. There were many people setting up stalls under the name of "astrologist", but there were very few astrologists. The gods turned into starlight and left. Astrology was speculating on the intentions of the gods - this was not something that anyone could do.

"Slow down." He finally spoke, and a breeze radiated around him, causing the fist as big as a casserole for the guard carrying the young man to stop.

Cyril's aristocratic temperament that he had cultivated for many months as the lord finally came in handy here. Several guards seemed to feel that the young man was in a wrong background and looked at Cyril.

"May I ask..."

Cyril did not answer their meaning. He played the role of a high-ranking man, so he naturally had to be more proactive. He spoke directly: "Explain me why he caught him."

"He set up a stall to do divination. Brothers were idle and went to try it. As a result, he said that our captain was going to be in trouble. Of course we can't..."

"What I said is true!" cried the astrologer, "The Star of Love is shining with black light. From now on, you can still survive if you are close to you, otherwise you will die!"

"Damn it!" The guard was still planning to be an astrologer, but the young man who had walked out of the store had come to him at some point. He just raised his hand and slapped him gently on his waist. He felt that he had lost his strength and could not even grasp the person he was holding in his hand.

The astrologist fell to the ground in a mess, rolled on the ground, and then simply hugged Cyril's thigh.

"You!" The guard turned his finger to Cyril, but Cyril threw it casually and threw a medal at him.

"Okay, I'm very familiar with you Chief of Staff Raymond. This matter is over. You guys go."

"What is Chief of Staff of Raymond..." A guard was about to speak, but the captain of the guard who had received the medal turned around and punched him to the ground. Then the captain of the guard bowed and handed the medal to Cyril with both hands. He was already sweating when he spoke:

"I don't know if it's you here, which disturbs your ambition. Let's leave now, let's leave now..."

He said, without looking back, he led the guards to the entrance of the alley, as if he would be swallowed by beasts at any time.

In a blink of an eye, only Cyril and the young astrologist were left in this desolate alley.
Chapter completed!