"Crack!"
She waved her left hand, and a red whip shadow streaked through the air, hitting the wall in front of the desk, leaving a shallow whip mark.
This power is not bad, it should be no worse than a real leather riding crop... Valeera looked at the whip marks on the wall and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, she activated "flesh magic" to modify her image.
The first thing to modify is the height.
After transforming into a woman, her height did not change much, but her height as a man seemed too tall and eye-catching among women.
Soon, Valeera trimmed her height to 1.67 meters, which is about the same height as Fors.
At this time, she understood the second negative effect of a long tongue.
After modifying her height, she felt a large amount of blood in her body being sucked by the long tongue in her palm, which added a real sense of weakness to her previous vague feeling of weakness.
In the round mirror, Valeela's face also became pale, and even the blood on her lips became much lighter.
I'm afraid this is not the magical item corresponding to "Vampire"!
Just call it "blood-thirsty tongue".
Once or twice is okay, but who can bear it if it is used for a long time... But she needs to use it for a long time.
Valeera put the problem aside and first pulled the long tongue out of the palm of her left hand.
This item was too stressful for her to use now and she had to find ways to avoid it as much as possible.
But this is not the highest priority right now.
What she has to do now is to pack her things and leave before dawn.
Next, she will temporarily act as a woman.
Fill a few empty boxes into the grooves in the door frame, put the items that need to be taken away into the suitcase, and gather the items that need to be disposed of in one place.
Finally, Valeera released black flames and performed as many counter-divinations on the room as she could.
It's almost six o'clock in the morning.
She put on a white gauze hat and put on an ill-fitting dress - which he had prepared in advance at a nearby store. Holding the brim of the hat with one hand and carrying the suitcase with the other, she jumped directly from the second floor and disappeared before dawn. in the dark.
…
9 am.
Valeera came to the Verkel Clothing Shop at No. 78 Zotland Street.
She is here to buy clothes.
The previous preparations were more to ensure that I would have clothes to wear after being promoted, so that I would not attract attention on the streets wearing men's clothes. There was no guarantee of my figure.
Now she had to actually prepare clothes that she would wear regularly.
Of course, this business must be done in my uncle's shop.
Relying on the dexterity of the "assassin" and several hours of adaptation, while maintaining attention, Valeera's pace finally became less masculine.
She opened the door and entered, and was greeted by a clerk wearing a white shirt and red vest.
"Miss, what do you want to buy?" He originally wanted to call her "girl", but changed his words after seeing Valeela's appearance.
Valeela nodded and smiled at the clerk she didn't know, and while walking towards the back room where the women's clothing was, she replied:
"I'll just go there myself."
Entering the back room, a shop assistant wearing a black and white skirt greeted me.
After measuring her figure, Valeela spent some time and finally selected two long skirts and a set of shirts and trousers similar to a riding suit - this was very similar to the men's shirt style, except that it had more collars. Pleated decoration.
After that, she picked out a black pointed hat and a pair of leather boots, which cost a total of more than ten pounds.
When she left Backlund, she took all her cash with her, totaling more than 100 pounds.
After spending this period, as well as the large purchases just now, I only have about 90 pounds left.
Valila wore the long skirt and leather boots she just bought and got on the public carriage to the East District.
She was going to No. 18 Flood Street to see if the fat pharmacist Darkwill had come to Tingen now.
If so, then she was going to buy a few more potions with the "blood-producing" effect to avoid being sucked dry by the "blood-thirsty tongue".
…
After getting off the bus on Flood Street, Valeera made a distinction and walked towards the direction of the street.
Not long after, she saw the signboard of "Rosen's Folk Herbal Shop" from a distance.
very good.
Valila opened the door and walked in with a smile on her lips.
The shop was filled with the strange smell of various herbs mixed by the people.
The shop owner behind the counter, a fat pharmacist with the pseudonym Rosen Darkweed, was wearing a dark black robe embroidered with various strange symbols. He looked like a complete country witch doctor.
He is about thirty or forty years old, with short black hair, a round face, and dark blue eyes.
Seeing Valeera enter the door, he quickly took out a package of herbs from under the counter and started selling them smoothly.
"Miss, it looks like you lost a lot of blood last night. I have a good treatment potion here, so it won't hurt you..."
Valeera was quite annoyed.
This guy's mouth was even more poisonous than what was described in the original book... He was not beaten to death, probably because of his teacher's influence.
She walked to the counter, swept away the so-called healing potion, resisted the urge to reveal his background, and asked:
"What do you think the consequences will be if I tell the police what you just said?"
As she said that, before the fat pharmacist could think about it, she gave her own answer, "I think a policeman on duty would not just sit back and watch a lady being verbally insulted."
It doesn't matter whether this statement is true or not, as long as it scares the fat pharmacist.
He chose to apologize sincerely.
Of course, he wasn't that sincere, and he was still muttering something like, "It looks like he's bleeding, how can this be insulting?"
He thought Valeera couldn't hear.
There is no way to punish this... Valeela could only knock on the table and said:
"I want some potions with a strong 'blood-producing' effect."
The fat pharmacist curled his lips after hearing this, took out a piece of oil paper, and quickly picked out a few kinds from the medicine cabinet behind him and put them in.
Finally, he wrapped the paper in a bundle and placed it on the counter.
"Add enough water to boil it together to make a potion. It can be boiled 4 times."
"The fee is £2."
Valeela couldn't reveal his identity as an extraordinary person, so she couldn't determine whether he had any better potions, so she had no choice but to pay the bill and go out with the potions.
Fortunately, although he saw it wrongly, it was still symptomatic, and the effect of the medicine should not be much different.
Afterwards, she took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street and back to the hotel where she stayed that morning.
The hotel room provided a coal stove and a kettle, and Valeera used them to cook the first "blood-producing" potion and drank it.
As a warmth melted from her stomach, Valeela felt sleepy.
It seems that the medicine is quite effective.
She locked the doors and windows, ignored lunch, and went straight to bed.
This time, no more than before, she paid extra attention to protecting her own safety.
After all, she has become stronger and more vulnerable.
