The highest purity of the church has a special name: Holy Water No. 1.

This holy water is only made once a year. At the New Year's Congratulations, the Lord's sword, the real artifact, was blessed to create a liter of holy water.

Holy Water No. 1 looks like the bright starry sky when the weather is clearest. The stars are connected together, with psychedelic fog. Its dissipation period lasts for a year - it will take a year to turn into clear water. This is a miracle given by angels in the eyes of the world.

After diluting the Sun Holy Water thirty times, the concentration is still slightly higher than that of the No. 1 Holy Water, and the dissipation speed is much slower.

Both Cook and Akara suggested diluting to the level of No. 1 Holy Water, which is enough after all, but what Zheng Yi couldn't stand the most is "dispersing".

This means it will be imperfect tomorrow.

It also means that the holy water carried by Rogues in the future will have different effects due to the production date.

This is so heartbroken for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder who pursue consistency!

"How inconvenient is this for the army?" Zheng Yi insisted.

Only then did Cook realize that Zheng Yi regarded the Rogges as the army.

Zheng Yi said: "I will ensure the supply. In the future, the blind nun will only produce two types of holy water: the sun holy water with energy saturated; and the second-class holy water after dilution of thirty times."

Cook's mouth twitched: If this is called the second-class holy water, what should I do if the number one holy water? Is it called the third-class holy water? Then what about the holy water made by the bishops? The inferior holy water?

"Is the name Nebula Holy Water better?" Akara suggested: "Call the second-class holy water may affect sales."

The diluted holy water, light permeates the stars, like a nebula in the universe.

Zheng Yi followed the good news: "That's called Nebula Holy Water. To open up sales, we need to prepare more gold coins and magic recovery agents, yes, magic recovery agents, especially magic recovery agents."

Cook thought to himself: Your angel repeatedly emphasized the magic recovery agent, which seems to be very important to Him.

Speaking of magic recovery agent, Zheng Yi felt ache.

On the night when he killed the spider demon, Ms. Valda swore to ensure that Zheng Yi would find out that he had been reborn early the next morning.

In fact, this was not something that happened overnight, but lasted for five days.

Zheng Yi can clearly see his spiritual pool expanding every day.

Continuously expanding!

When I finally stopped, it expanded ten times more than before!

If it was a standard Olympic swimming pool before, there are now ten!

This is indeed a complete change.

Zheng Yi couldn't even imagine that if he filled these ten pools, he would have to use the skill of Sequence 2 to say hello to others!

However!

The key is that the lady is only responsible for the expansion, and the blue is not given at all!

The Ring of Stars is still a bottle of big blue every day. It can’t even be “a drop” in the pool, and it can’t be brought into other worlds for use.

"Lady's Tears" have great mental power, but that thing cannot be eaten!

Fortunately, he still has Annu Tassa Met.

Fortunately, Annu Tassamet, Akara, and thirty-six senior potionists registered by the Teng Pharmacist Association.

Fortunately, Zheng Yi can drink magic recovery agent as water.

As long as the supply of this world can keep up, he will be willing to drink his spiritual pool. Replace holy water with magic recovery agent, and this business is still easy to do.

Priest Rutherford Cook knew his identity and did not intervene in the discussions within the Blind Sisters' Association. As soon as Akara asked Zheng Yi to watch her make magic rehabilitation agent, he took the excuse to rest and say goodbye.

Priest Cook, who returned to the hotel, immediately rushed the servant to the door to guard the door, then took out the paper and pen, and wrote to Mosseus, a teacher far away in Tengen:

"The respected and kind darling of light, Lord Mosseus, your loyal student Rutherford greets you again, may you always be bathed in the gaze of the Supreme: I took the liberty to disturb you by letter because of an important matter, and I think it is necessary to make you know. The price of Teng's holy water, especially the price of No. 1 holy water, may plummet..."

Priest Cook sealed a long three-page paper into the envelope and sealed it with his own ring. Then he took out a nanmu box, placed the letter in the box, and took out a small tube of sun holy water from the cuff. This was not what he stole, but a sample collected by the angel "openly" while doing the dilution work.

The box was sealed, and Cook wrote a letter at his desk again. But this time it was much simpler:

"Dear Mariana, sell my shares in the club and the estate in East Chester, and all the money is spent on buying high-concentration magic rehabilitators. When the acquisition is difficult, you can buy a large amount of the main material of the rehabilitative agent - the indispensable and irreplaceable kind."

After Cook finished writing the letter, he was about to hand it over to the servant and asked him to use the teleportation array to return to Teng En, but suddenly he felt panicked: What if the angel learned to make magic recovery agents by the way?

The cautious priest put away the second letter and took his servant to the synagogue of the nuns. There, he saw the Lord of the Saint and Akara coming out of the laboratory, with the angel's face cold expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cook took the initiative: "Hello, has the magic recovery agent experiment been smooth?"

Zheng Yi shook his head: "It seems that he can only rely on the finished products of the potion masters."

Cook suppressed his smile, turned around and ran out of the hall, handed the box and letter to the servant, and said, "You understand."

The servant looked at the box and envelope in his hand and whispered:

"I will immediately send the letter to Miss Mariana, and then, tomorrow morning I will deliver the box to Bishop Mosius's office."

Cook took out a purse from his belt and weighed it in his hand: "Come back after sending the letter. The rest is the reward for you."

The servant ran into the teleportation array in the synagogue.

Cook breathed a sigh of relief and estimated how many magic rehabilitation agents Teng could buy on the market. Although the angel did not say it clearly, he was not blind - this angel's desire for magic rehabilitation agents was simply breaking through the sky! And this was simply too obvious. The angel's desire was like a young knight who had been holding it in for twenty years facing a coquettish lady.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dangdang!

A bell sounded three long and two short at the entrance of the camp.

Cook could understand this kind of bell. He had heard such bells many times in the trial in the dark forest.

This is the death bell ringing at the camp for the sacrifice Roger.

The guard Roger at the door quickly carried two "corpses".

"Your Excellency! Your Holy One! Tracy is still alive!" the guard shouted loudly.

The gate of the synagogue slammed open, and the angel walking on earth stepped out, and a golden ball of light lit up in his hands.

A golden light flashed, and the "dead person" on the stretcher in front took a long breath and opened his eyes.

The stretcher behind was lifted from Rutherford Cook, and there was a cute girl lying on it. Her nose tip was slightly upturned, her skin was white and tender and flushed. Her eyelashes were very long... An arrow was inserted into her chest, and the blood had completely solidified.
Chapter completed!