As for the promotion potion, Kelsen has some ideas. The bottle of "liquid death" that he committed suicide with is a first-class contraband that is prohibited from circulation on the market. The only place where you can buy it is the black market.
It took Kelson a lot of effort to find out about the seller. After all, "Liquid Death" is essentially concentrated Death Nuth, and there are not many channels that can purify the concept of magic. This also illustrates the strength of this businessman. There is a high probability that he will have the materials for the promotion potion in his hand.
But I had already spent all my money to buy the materials for the ceremony, and the black market was a place that did not accept credit. After thinking about it, Kelson took out the degree certificate from the cupboard. Although he had not completed his defense yet, this thing was issued to him in advance.
This is a hot commodity in the black market. As one of the best medical schools in the entire continent, Holy Trinity has complex alchemical hot stamping on its degree certificates, which is extremely difficult to counterfeit. Therefore, many unlearned and unskilled descendants of nobles are happy to spend a sum of money to buy a degree certificate to decorate their appearance or to cope with their parents' vanity to show off to the outside world.
Kelsen opened the newspaper on the window and looked at the sky through the cracks in the wooden boards. It was just dark now. He went out just in time for the factory technicians to finish their night shift, so he could avoid many eyes and ears.
Kelson dug out the only worn-out windbreaker from the closet. It didn't look like it could withstand the cold night wind. Fortunately, he was no longer so sensitive to the cold.
Standing in front of the floor-length mirror with one corner broken, Kelson pinched his delicate face. At this moment, he was pale and colorless, and his muscles were even a little flabby. But it doesn't seem to be a big problem, at least it won't be too obvious in the night.
After straightening his silver-gray hair, Kelsen put his collar up to cover his neck as much as possible. Then he picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the desk and put them on, trying his best to make his expression less stiff.
Then he walked out of the room and quietly walked down the apartment building to the street. The street lights went out, plunging the entire street into darkness, and he walked forward almost gropingly. A block away, the mechanics who had finished get off work at the alchemy factory were talking about where they could go to have a drink or two to warm themselves up.
Kelsen took the opportunity to blend in among them, relying on the cover of the crowd, and successfully avoided the patrol policeman holding the magic force field gun next to him, as well as the bipedal security robot behind them.
These robots are more like armor than the bulky whale-oil clockwork guards of old, and they can actually be worn by police if necessary.
Following the line of workers, Kelsen successfully crossed two blocks and arrived at a basement-like alleyway. He shook the fence door, and immediately an old-fashioned clockwork butler pushed open the inner door, unlocked the fence door at the same time, and invited Kelson in.
Kelsen observed the surroundings vigilantly. The blue-light counter was filled with various magic element bullets, some exquisite traps, and even many officially banned force field weapons.
The boss, Bart, a fat man of medium height, is currently sorting out some empty shelves.
Kelson walked to the counter: "Mr. Bart, I would like to mortgage an item."
"You are...Kelson, right?" The fat man turned his head and looked at Kelson, recalled the name of the young man in front of him, and lit the cigarette next to his mouth: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, how did you do this? With such a ghostly look, you can’t just drink the bottle of stuff I sold you.”
After saying that, he was amused by his own words, choked on his cigarette, and kept coughing.
Kelsen looked solemn and couldn't laugh at all, because he really drank. But he didn't bother to correct the other person's words, but directly stated his needs:
"I need money, mortgage my degree certificate from Holy Trinity College, three gold dogons."
Even Fat Bart stopped laughing now: "Are you kidding, Holy Trinity's degree certificate? Where did you steal it from? I don't have the guts to accept stolen goods from a church college."
Kelsen slapped a certificate hand-sewn on red silk cashmere on the counter. Bart opened the certificate. There was a Kabbalah emblem embossed with alchemical gold on the parchment, and the name matched Kelsen's. , it is indeed the real thing.
"If you are willing, you can go to the college and find out. This diploma is indeed mine." Kelson deliberately leaned forward in an attempt to increase his momentum in the negotiation: "You also know the value of a Holy Trinity diploma. Even if you just hang it in your shop as a certificate, it is equivalent to you having the qualifications to legally sell alchemical potions in Kongsbod."
Bart was a little moved. He looked at Kelsen's hand that was so white that it was a bit gray. When the cigarette burned his fingers, he cursed secretly and put out the cigarette butt: "I will give you one golden Dogon. Three Dogon are already here." The store’s turnover has been over two months. And I am a black market business person, so I don’t need any formal qualifications.”
Kelsen took a step back, picked up the certificate and walked towards the door. Although he had no way out, the harder it was, the harder it was to show that he was desperate. And from the fact that Bart is willing to charge high prices for potions from him, we know that this fat man should have many channels to sell potions.
If he had legal qualifications, the local sheriff would not have to take away 30% of the profits from the alchemy potion. This money-grubbing fat man would never let go of this opportunity.
When he reached the door, the clockwork butler opened it, and the night wind blew on Kelsen's face. As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Bart's voice came from behind.
"It's a deal! But when you redeem it, apart from the principal, you have to pay three points of interest." Bart sneered, lit up a cigarette again, and took a long breath.
"There is no need to talk about interest." Kelsen turned around and leaned against the door, looking like he was about to leave: "I can guarantee that I will stay in your store for five months, and I will stay in your store Selling the potion will be enough for you to make back your capital."
Bart looked at him through the smoke, and felt that this boy was completely different from the submissive person he was before. He fumbled for a moment, took out three gold coins and ten silver coins from under the counter and put them on the counter: "I'll do it again. I’ll give you an extra half a gold Dogon, and it will last for eight months. If you agree, you can take the money and leave. If you don’t agree, forget about it.”
Kelson pushed the coin back to Bart. Seeing that Bart's face was about to turn gloomy, Kelson immediately said: "I agreed."
Bart was stunned and looked at the money being pushed back: "Then what does this mean?"
Kelson smiled: "I want 0.3 ounces of Void Salt, 0.1 ounces of Grave Violet Dry Powder, a giant rat tail, 30 ml of ghoul brains, and finally half a piece of Death Cloud Mushroom. I'll borrow the rest as a tip. Just use your alchemy room."
Bart was overjoyed at the time. After all, although these materials all had extraordinary properties, they were still not that rare, so they still made a small profit. But then he looked embarrassed: "The other ones are fine, but we don't have any giant rat tails in the store. How about I pick one up for you tomorrow?"
tomorrow? There is no time tomorrow!
"An abandoned building on South Street in the slum seems to have been plagued by rats recently, and several homeless people have been eaten. Moreover, the human victims only had their stomachs and internal organs gnawed out. In this case, giant rats usually ran in and made their home." Bart rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Are you in a hurry? I can provide bait and weapons, and you can try to kill one."
Kelsen pursed his lips. He had no other choice. Either give it a try, or tomorrow the clues will be seen and he will be taken to the trial court and burned to death under the Holy Cross.
"Give me the crossbow, dagger and trapping materials. I'll be back in half an hour, and I'll see the alchemy room ready when I come back."
Kelsen had dissected something like a giant rat several times in class. It was a rodent that was three feet long excluding the tail. It carries many viruses, most of which are fast-acting virulent bacteria. The teeth are sharp enough to penetrate ordinary iron sheets.
While Kelsen was thinking, he had already reached the abandoned downstairs. The door has been blocked by cement, and there is no other way to enter this second-floor room except the ladder from the rooftop window. It is indeed a perfect shelter for the homeless.
If no mutant creature invades.
It is unwise to enter a dark abandoned room without permission. It is too stupid to fight a huge rat in the dark. The alleyway Kelsen is in now is the best battlefield. Although the light source is confusing, at least there is visibility. And because the terrain is relatively narrow, you can only face the enemy one-on-one.
Kelsen opened a can and poured the rancid minced meat on the ground. This bait mixed with special spices was fatally attractive to giant rats that loved blood.
Sure enough, only a few minutes later, with a squeaking sound, a giant mouse quickly jumped out of the window, with a bulging belly as if it was pregnant. It was lying on the iron ladder, but because of its bloated belly, it fell down and vomited out a human finger with saliva.
Even though its stomach was almost full, the giant rat still struggled towards the bait with red eyes and began to swallow it. Kelsen raised his hand crossbow and aimed at the giant rat that was eating, preparing to harvest the material after a fatal blow.
But at this moment, the iron ladder clicked again, and a giant rat climbed down from the top, and it looked even bigger than the first one.
Kelsen began to hesitate. If he shot one of them, it would inevitably cause another giant rat to bite him. This huge supernatural creature moves extremely fast when angry. Is he sure he can deal with another one?
Time is passing by, and the half-hour promised by Kelsen is almost here. He must set aside time for refining the promotion potion, and he can't wait any longer!
The crossbow arrow flew out and drove straight into the head of the second giant rat with a muffled sound of flesh and blood. After twitching twice, the shot monster lost its movement. The other giant rat immediately bounced up, let out a sharp roar, and flew towards Kelsen.
Kelsen advanced instead of retreating, and at the same time swung his sword with all his strength. But after all, he had little combat experience, so the blade was a little off, only grazing the giant rat's fur. The sharp rodent penetrated deeply into Kelson's forearm, missing his radius bone by just a few inches.
The giant rat's eyes flashed with evil gaze, and any prey bitten by it would struggle in terror in severe pain. Even those drunkards with a little courage will quickly become feverish and dizzy due to the mycotoxin, and they can only be dragged by themselves until they are unable to resist, and finally their stomachs are bitten.
But the result this time was obviously not as he expected. A short knife penetrated the giant rat's body from the side, and then quickly pulled it out and stabbed it in one after another.
Kelsen missed the first cut because of his nervousness, but when he started the second cut, the steady hand of the medical student helped him accurately penetrate the central nervous system of the giant rat. The giant rat weakly let go of its mouth and fell to the ground, twitching continuously.
Kelsey looked at the deep bone wound on her hand with lingering fear, but there was no blood seeping out of it. Not only did his body that had now turned into a zombie feel no pain, but even the mycotoxin was ineffective on him, which was why he was lucky enough to take down this mutated monster.
He looked at the giant rat corpse at his feet. He felt neither joy nor fear in his heart. He just silently bent down and prepared to chop off the tail of the rat.
At this time, there was a rustling sound behind him. Kelsen frowned and turned back, but the scene in front of him caused his heart and lungs to stop. Swarms of rats spread like a tide, and the noisy squeaking sounds were like bone-gnawing sounds.
On top of the rat tide, a tall, thin man wearing a gentleman's suit and a top hat was standing, and to Kelson's horror, his face turned out to be an ugly rat face.
Kelsen immediately cut off the rat's tail, stepped over the giant rat's body and ran out of the alley, while the tide of rats behind him made a huge noise and chased after him. Kelsen didn't dare to look back and just ran for his life. Fortunately, this dead body would not be incapacitated by fear, so he finally ran out.
But the rat man behind him didn't seem to want to let him go, and rushed straight towards him on the rat wave, intending to crush Kelson into the rat tide and eat him up.
Just when Kelsen was about to be caught up, the flames of heavenly fire flashed across the night sky. A thunderous explosion came here, blasting countless mice into pieces of meat all over the sky. The hooded Holy Flame Judge emerged from the Holy Flame, raised his hand with a red glove, and the Holy Marks on his palm flickered.
The next moment, the light flames accompanied by a loud explosion stung Kelson's eardrums. He turned around, and what he saw was the shrill scream of the rat man whose half body had disappeared. At the same time, the remaining rats clung to him. , prepare to fight to the death.
The inquisitor didn't seem to care about the rat man's actions, and instead looked at Kelsen. Kelsen was shocked by those golden eyes. The hatred and desire to kill evil things in them seemed to have pinched his heart, and the look alone was about to strangle him.
Kelsen quickly put away his gaze and ran away without looking back.
The red-robed monk withdrew his gaze and turned to the giant rat-headed monster that was mutated after merging with the rats and had muscles all over its body. It was four meters tall.
He pointed his finger at the sky casually, and a bolt of red gold lightning fell from the sky towards the monster.
