Facing the suspicious gaze of the other party, she was prepared and said with a smile: "The other party is worried that the characteristics do not match, and that the formula is fake, and hopes to verify it first.

"And until the verification is completed, the money and things will be kept by me and placed with me. They all think that I am very reputable, and I don't want to lose this reputation."

"I understand their concerns." Islant paused, "We also believe in you."

Anyway, the money and goods are in the hands of her family members, and she is open-minded and not worried about being cheated at all.

Besides, Miss Audrey is rich and powerful, she is a guarantee, she is trustworthy... Escalante thought relaxedly.

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Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein holds a pendulum in his hand, divining the authenticity of the "Wind Blessed One" potion formula.

He didn't want to lose the most experienced and powerful member of the Tarot Society, Mr. "The Hanged Man" due to negligence.

Opening his eyes and seeing the citrine pendant turning clockwise, Klein heaved a sigh of relief, and passed his thoughts to the crimson star symbolizing "The Hanged Man".

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City of generosity.

Alger first saw the boundless gray-white mist, and then heard Mister Fool's low but lofty words: "Miss Justice has completed the deal."

A phantom parchment immediately appeared in front of Alger's eyes, on which was written the potion formula of "The Blessed One".

With Mister Fool in his hands, he had no doubts about the authenticity of the formula, bowed his head respectfully, and thanked him.

When the "illusion" dissipated, he immediately found a pen and paper and recorded the potion formula.

Then, he paced back and forth a little excitedly, and said to himself silently: "The Blue Shadow Falcon... on that primitive island..."

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After he was busy with "The Hanged Man", Klein had time to check his own human-skinned shadow characteristics.

After confirming that it was true, he leaned against the back of the chair relaxedly, and exhaled happily: "Finally..."

Three seconds later, Klein sat up abruptly, deciding not to delay, and to mix the "Faceless Man" potion tonight!

15 Minsk Street, in a damp and cold kitchen.

Klein rummaged through to find a newly bought large iron pot, filled it with clean water, and carefully cleaned it several times.

Then he threw a few matches into it and snapped his fingers.

The crimson flame rose up, and under his control, it quickly dried up the remaining water droplets without damaging the surface of the iron pot.

��There is no pure water in the potion formula this time, so Klein is more careful than the previous two times, so as not to add extra aids, so as not to cause any major problems.

Although he can predict whether the potion is successfully prepared or not, it will not endanger his life, but the result is that the potion is scrapped, and it will be quite difficult to extract the extraordinary characteristics inside, just like removing the out-of-control person Just like mental pollution, there must be corresponding skills, methods, or rituals, and Klein couldn't gather a second set of materials in a short time.

After completing the preparations, Klein took a look at the neatly placed boxes, and recalled the potion formula for the last time: "The Faceless Man: The main ingredient is the brain-mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand-Faced Hunter, human The characteristics of Pi Youying, auxiliary materials, 80 ml of the blood of the hunter with thousands of faces, 5 drops of black mandala juice, 10 grams of dragon tooth grass powder, and 3 hairs of deep sea naga."

He first picked up the carton from vampire Emlyn White, opened it, and took out the glass bottle containing 100 milliliters of the blood of the Hunter with Thousand Faces.

Glancing at the scale line, Klein unscrewed the lid, and steadily poured the viscous liquid into the iron pot with his wrist that changed its color at any time due to changes in light. JrNovels.com