Sai's hand holding the black tea shook slightly, and then he looked helplessly at Jean, who also coughed lightly and looked away. This made Kelson a little confused. Did he ask the wrong question?
In the end, Sai glanced at Jean, and Jean said awkwardly: "Sir Kelson, we have always regarded necromancy as a subsidiary profession of warlocks. It turns out that necromancers in the past had a separate promotion path. Is that right? Nowadays, the level of the Necromancer is judged by the amount of necrotic ether controlled in the Death Council."
Kelsen's eyelids twitched. No wonder these people thought they were the bosses. It was all because the necrotic ether in them was so powerful, so powerful!
However, the complete promotion path of the Necromancer was recorded in the black book. It seems that my cognitive reserve on this path is really far ahead. Unfortunately, I can only slowly dig out the forbidden knowledge in my mind.
"Of course there is." Kelson didn't mind revealing part of the knowledge left to him by his former master to increase his right to speak in the death meeting: "Since you haven't started yet, let me first tell you how to advance to the first place. What is the order?"
Next, Kelsen informed the two of them about the promotion methods and precautions of the [Necropsy Apprentice] that he was currently learning and selling. The two of them had different expressions in what Kelsen said. After hearing about the ingredients of the promotion potion, Cy's eyes couldn't help but show blood and he was quite moved; while Jean was very moved when Kelsen said that he would use the necrotic ether and body. Ru Fuhe was a little hesitant, but then made up his mind and looked over.
"Your Excellency Kelsen, I don't know what the second level is."
Kelsen was smiling, but he raised his tea cup to cover his stunned mouth.
You ask me, who am I asking? Where did you get so much curiosity?
As soon as Gene asked, he saw the look on his face that Sai gave him, and then he realized that he was talking too much and apologized quickly.
And Sai stood up to smooth things over: "Don't be too ambitious. Let's try the effect of the first-level promotion first. You are willing to share such important information, and our death meeting will certainly not be in vain."
After saying that, he waved his hand and signaled the old butler to get something. The old butler immediately jogged to the study room on the second floor and quickly took down a flat wooden incense box.
"Here are the two most basic necromancy scrolls. Although you may have learned them long ago, they are still worth several gold dogons."
Of course Kelsen knew the value of this thing. When his predecessor bought a few Mage Hand Scrolls, he invested all his wealth in it. You must know that one gold dogon is the income of many middle-class white-collar workers in one quarter. He held the box in his hands in a very casual manner, stood up and said goodbye to several people:
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. Who will notify me of the next formal joining meeting?"
"Gene, he does most of the mundane field work," Cy replied.
Gene next to him nodded, some inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes.
Kelsen, a smart guy, understood immediately. No wonder you are so eager to be promoted. He turns out to be a public servant in the club, an errand boy. It seems that this can be exploited.
"Okay, then I look forward to good news from you all." Kelson walked out the door. The old housekeeper was already standing in front of the door and opened the door for him, and saw him out of the mansion.
It was almost getting dark at this time. If I rushed to Bart's place, he would probably be asleep. It would be better to go to the hospital to prepare the potion for the afterlife. As for the Deathly Resentment Prism in his pocket, he has another wonderful use. When the time comes, he will have to "surprise" the person who is suing for death!
I rushed back to the hospital and it was time to go to work. Since I didn't need sleep now, I started a new day's work immediately. The laboratory report was delivered at a fixed time in the morning. After analyzing the report three times, five times and two times, Kelsen stretched his waist, kicked his calves, and started fishing today.
It is best to refine the seven bottles first, and then refine the seven bottles. Kelsen walked to his independent alchemy room and locked the door. He didn't want others to bump into him while he was refining illegal drugs.
More than thirty resentful spirit crystals were stuffed into the conceptual crushing device. After completely sealing the transparent processing tank in accordance with the safety procedures, Kelsen pressed the start button, and suddenly a powerful thunderous wave of sound erupted from the fixed instrument. It shook.
Then those crystals that were originally solid began to slowly dissociate, turning into a black mist like a ghost, swarming in the sealed processing tank. This is the high concentration of death ether. If they are concentrated into a liquid state, it will be liquid death. , but Kelsen wants to dilute them to the point where there is no harm.
"Okay, add some poisonous mushrooms and an old shoe heel." Kelson smiled arrogantly, prepared a medicinal base with several ingredients, and then sprinkled in a handful of Cloud Giant's nail powder. This thing can make Users who take it become stronger, thereby improving their psychological self-confidence.
Seeing the dazzling green light bursting out from the alchemy crucible in front of him, and the smell starting to turn foul, Kelsen couldn't help but hold his breath.
"How can this taste good?" Kelson opened the gooseberry flavoring and mint liqueur and poured it in: "You want to drink this!"
Finally, Kelson pulled the valve and poured the death ether into the crucible. As the green liquid in the pot gradually turned like turbid mud, Kelson knew that the potion had been successfully refined. It's just the appearance that needs to be fine-tuned.
Finally, Kelson pinched a handful of blue powder and sprinkled it into the pot with a bent arm like salt. As the potion boiled, precipitated and degraded, a pot of translucent pink potion was completed.
You are right, but this is the potion of the afterlife, a potion that can enhance physical fitness, endurance and endurance. It emits seductive hormones, boosts self-confidence, heightens sensory sensitivity, and even has a strawberry sweet taste. Anyway, it just comes in handy!
It is my duty, Kelsen, to recast the glory of alchemy!
After gathering several bottles of medicine test tubes, Kelsen hummed a tune and put the liquid in and sealed it. After careful counting, there were exactly thirty bottles. Anyway, the bottles are anti-fall, so I just found a bag and put them all in.
Kelsen opened the door of the alchemy room and looked at the time on the quartz wall clock. Although he still had an hour to go before getting off work, arriving late and leaving early was a good tradition for social animals. He must earn an extra hour of salary today!
So he took the dagger and the bag, locked the laboratory door and rushed to Bart's shop.
Ling Lingling!
Bart was suddenly awakened from his sleep, he grabbed the pillow and kicked it out, put on his pajamas, picked up the Aether Thunder shotgun on the wall, and rushed out angrily. When I saw it was Kelsen, I didn't even think about it. I left him alone last night, and today I'm sleeping in and bothering him. It's like a birth within a lifetime:
"Kelson, you are really...my brother when you ride a horse."
A bag of potions for the afterlife appeared in front of him. They seemed to be of much higher quality than the two bottles given to him last time. The potions were clear and free of impurities, and they looked like top-quality goods at first glance.
Bart immediately hid the gun behind his back and said with a smile: "Brother Kai, what kind of regulations is this?"
"Except for your two bottles, sell the rest for me, and you can take 20% of the price." Kelsen estimated the price. If this fat man runs it, the final profit will probably be around 112 silver coins, and he can take 20% of it. The income is nearly half a gold dogon, which is not too small.
"Come on, brother, I will definitely work well for you." Bart naturally smiled. He did not provide materials or skills, and made dozens of silver coins for nothing. Kelsen couldn't be his noble man?
"You still like your unruly look at the beginning, please recover."
"Okay brother."
