"Oh, wait, is that Hermetic Dream?"
Everyone looked at the backpack on the ground in the direction of Tam's finger.
The backpack opened, revealing a football-shaped fruit, which looked like three times the enlargement of corn and was wrapped in green leaves.
"Yes," Li Liang didn't know why. He leaned over and picked up a "Hermes Dream" and handed it to Tam.
He had brought seven Dreams of Hermes with him when he set off from the Defiant, ate one at the western dock, and now had six more in his bag.
"Oh, the dream of Hermes," Tam peeled off the green leaves layer by layer, holding the black fruit in his hands, and murmured, "The whispers of the gods, the dream of enlightenment..."
Li Liang remembered that the witch had said the same thing when he met Seolis for the first time on the island. At that time, he was not used to the existence of magic, and only learned from Seolis's noisy thoughts that "Hermes" Dream” is a mysterious fruit that can aid in enlightenment.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask: "In addition to helping enlightenment, does this fruit have any other effects?"
"Enlightenment?" Tam was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, that's the case. Some creatures with poor inspiration will eat the Dream of Hermes to maintain resonance with Asia, but this is an efficiency. Extremely low in application, the Hermetic Dream is actually very versatile, especially in alchemy, where it is an excellent medium.”
Li Liang wondered: "Alchemy?"
“The corresponding words in human language are alchemy, or potion,” Tam explained. “In order to distinguish the phenomenon of recombination of certain material properties from chemical reactions, ancient humans created these words, which are a kind of reference to Axia. I think it’s very appropriate.”
At this time.
Yareli exclaimed: "Flora's memories!"
Everyone's attention was once again drawn to the backpack.
"Well," Li Liang leaned over and took out a small handful of wilted flowers from the bottom of his backpack. They looked like peonies and exuded a chocolate smell.
"Oh..." Tam looked intoxicated and sniffed, "The smell of whirling pine cones."
Yareli closed her eyes: "I haven't smelled the sweetness of Cerberus blood for a long time..."
"The smell of the sacrifice's grease..." On the skull head of Secret Technique, the fire in the three eye sockets became much stronger.
One of the detectives wondered: "Isn't it the smell of scrambled eggs?"
Another agent cursed in a low voice: "Shut up." Then he muttered, "It obviously smells like milk."
Li Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at K. K shrugged and said, "I smell beer."
He looked around, everyone had different expressions, everyone smelled different things, and finally he looked at Saron unconsciously.
The trumpet Saron said angrily: "We have no sense of smell."
Big Saron said slowly: "We hate magic."
"Zi——" The seventh person on the side seemed to be equally unhappy.
"..."
Li Liang quickly looked away and sniffed...it clearly smelled of chocolate.
But he was not surprised. "Flora's Memories" has this characteristic and will change into different flavors according to each person's memory. Zhizhi's performance has fully proved this.
Before eating human food, monkeys can only taste the taste of Hermetic Dream. After eating human food, monkeys can taste different flavors.
If it tastes like this, it must smell the same.
"Oh, Naaru is watching our journey," Tam said happily, "With Flora's memories, I can make 'Calypso Tulle'."
"Ha, is it true? Mr. Tam," Yareli swung her tail and made a clear voice, "Calypso Tulle, Concealing Mist."
After Yareli said this, Li Liang understood that Tam not only knew alchemy, but could also make a magical item for concealment on the spot.
"Yes," Tam raised his head and smiled at Li Liang, "The Calypso tulle allows us to hide our whereabouts and come and go freely."
Li Liang glanced at the weak-breathing Saolis, the seriously injured Tu Ran and the two agents. These three "sick patients" were all in urgent need of treatment. It would be great if they could quickly leave the Bureau of Order building with the help of magic.
He nodded and asked, "What do you need?"
The alchemy in memory requires at least a crucible, a heating device, and grinding...I forgot, it was Harry Potter.
Tam walked to the backpack, took out three more Dreams of Hermes, rubbed the beard on his lips and said, "Oh, I need something, um... first, I need a boot."
Upon hearing this strange request, the consultants looked at it as if it were a matter of course, but all the humans looked at each other in confusion, especially the agents who obviously did not think that the "boots" mentioned by the upright frog in front of them were the kind of boots worn on their feet.
Li Liang glanced down and saw that he was wearing a pair of low-cut leather shoes, while the agents were all wearing tactical boots. He had no choice but to say to the nearest agent: "Take off your shoes."
"Huh?" The agent was confused, but he still took off his boots and handed them to Tam.
Tam held the boot and took a deep sniff.
"..."
"Oh, this is artificial leather, I need animal leather boots," Tam coughed, "Also, human, you should pay attention to your personal hygiene."
Animal skin?
Li Liang frowned. Finding a pair of leather shoes in Xiacheng District was no less difficult than calling out from the Bureau of Order Building. Unless the real rich, no one could afford to wear animal leather shoes.
At this time, Wang Shan said: "My boots are made of cowhide, can I use them?" He took off his right short boot.
"Oh, of course," Tam took the boots and placed them at his feet with great satisfaction.
Li Liang was a little lucky. Fortunately, Wang Shan, the deputy director of the Order Bureau, was here. Otherwise, a bunch of poor people would go looking for leather shoes and would never even see him.
"I also need some soil, oh, dust will do too."
Immediately, a detective squatted down and groped around the corner.
"some water."
One of the agents took out a metal flask from his arms and asked, "Would you like vodka?"
"Oh, sure."
Soon, everything was lined up in front of Tam.
A small pile of dust, a metal flagon, a boot, four peeled Dreams of Hermes, and seven memories of Flora.
"Please give up a flat area," Tam took out the wand from his arms and said with a gentle smile.
Everyone retreated one after another, leaving a circular area and held their breath.
"Oh, human, don't be nervous."
Tam said as he lightly touched the dust with his wand.
The dust seemed to gain life instantly, turning into a flexible earth snake, spiraling upward and biting the top of the wand.
Tam leaned down and began drawing shapes on the ground with her wand.
At this moment, the wand was Tam's pen, and the dust was like ink, leaving thin lines on the ground.
In a quiet office.
The humans seemed to have forgotten their surroundings and watched the magic curiously.
