Chapter: 1791
This potion has only one effect, and that is to eliminate its own smell and be consistent with the surroundings!
After putting away the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out another brass-colored metal vial, and gulped down the liquid inside.
"'Professor of Potions' is really troublesome..." He muttered, looking down, he saw that his hands became transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal vial seemed to be floating in front of his cuffs.
When Emlin stuffed the vial back, there was only a formal suit, a top hat, and a pair of buckleless leather shoes left on the spot. They formed a human shape and moved around there.
Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floating in mid-air, pressed it by itself, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a buzzing sound.
The outlines of formal suits, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and finally disappeared.
Emlyn, who had completed "invisibility", glanced at the room that Russ Bathory had entered, climbed the pipe invisible and soundless, and chased after him at extreme speed.
Taking advantage of the window being ajar, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without any movement, hid in the corner, and watched Ruth Bathory, who had a slender but very tasteful face, looking for his target.
The latter gradually frowned, because the place was empty, not to mention people, not even the mosquitoes that had become active in the past week.
And this blood baron can be sure that the "moon puppet" is here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.
The door of the room retreated, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Ruth Bathory, and said in an erratic tone, "Who are you looking for..."
Emlyn followed the prestige, and saw that the person who came had a darker complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, drooping corners of the mouth, and it was the target Windsor.
However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout believer of the "primordial moon" has changed to a certain extent from her in the portrait. Now her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth are curved, as if imitating the current The Crimson Moon.
And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grow dry grass and flowers, one after another, one after another.
... Hiss, what exactly did Ruth Bathory sell her? How did it become like this? Emlyn was startled, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.
At the same time, clumps of withered grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways, and ceilings, mixed with withered flowers.
They completely isolate the room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.
Ruth Bathory smelled danger, so he didn't try to have a conversation. He took out a metal vial without hesitation, and Gulu drank the liquid inside.
Snapped!
He dropped the bottle, dragging out an afterimage of his body and pounced on the mutated Windsor, the nails on both hands were stretched, and the black air was lingering around his body.
Windsor, studded with withered grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll. She rushed forward at the same speed, and grabbed Ruen Bathory with a claw that didn't care about her injury.
bang bang bang!
After a series of collisions, Ruth Bathory flew upside down and hit the wall.
His sleeves had been torn off, and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.
And between the flesh and blood, dried grass and flowers are slowly growing out!
What a monster... It was the first time Emlyn encountered this kind of enemy, and he kept shrinking in the corner, almost forgetting to help.
He didn't show up recklessly, and various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. While observing the battle between Ruth Bathory and Windsor, he considered how to deal with this situation.
The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers... dry grass and flowers... they must be afraid of fire! Emlyn's heart moved, and he immediately gave up his invisibility, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
With a pop, he spurted all the liquid in his mouth. JrNovels.com
After putting away the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out another brass-colored metal vial, and gulped down the liquid inside.
"'Professor of Potions' is really troublesome..." He muttered, looking down, he saw that his hands became transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal vial seemed to be floating in front of his cuffs.
When Emlin stuffed the vial back, there was only a formal suit, a top hat, and a pair of buckleless leather shoes left on the spot. They formed a human shape and moved around there.
Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floating in mid-air, pressed it by itself, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a buzzing sound.
The outlines of formal suits, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and finally disappeared.
Emlyn, who had completed "invisibility", glanced at the room that Russ Bathory had entered, climbed the pipe invisible and soundless, and chased after him at extreme speed.
Taking advantage of the window being ajar, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without any movement, hid in the corner, and watched Ruth Bathory, who had a slender but very tasteful face, looking for his target.
The latter gradually frowned, because the place was empty, not to mention people, not even the mosquitoes that had become active in the past week.
And this blood baron can be sure that the "moon puppet" is here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.
The door of the room retreated, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Ruth Bathory, and said in an erratic tone, "Who are you looking for..."
Emlyn followed the prestige, and saw that the person who came had a darker complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, drooping corners of the mouth, and it was the target Windsor.
However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout believer of the "primordial moon" has changed to a certain extent from her in the portrait. Now her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth are curved, as if imitating the current The Crimson Moon.
And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grow dry grass and flowers, one after another, one after another.
... Hiss, what exactly did Ruth Bathory sell her? How did it become like this? Emlyn was startled, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.
At the same time, clumps of withered grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways, and ceilings, mixed with withered flowers.
They completely isolate the room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.
Ruth Bathory smelled danger, so he didn't try to have a conversation. He took out a metal vial without hesitation, and Gulu drank the liquid inside.
Snapped!
He dropped the bottle, dragging out an afterimage of his body and pounced on the mutated Windsor, the nails on both hands were stretched, and the black air was lingering around his body.
Windsor, studded with withered grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll. She rushed forward at the same speed, and grabbed Ruen Bathory with a claw that didn't care about her injury.
bang bang bang!
After a series of collisions, Ruth Bathory flew upside down and hit the wall.
His sleeves had been torn off, and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.
And between the flesh and blood, dried grass and flowers are slowly growing out!
What a monster... It was the first time Emlyn encountered this kind of enemy, and he kept shrinking in the corner, almost forgetting to help.
He didn't show up recklessly, and various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. While observing the battle between Ruth Bathory and Windsor, he considered how to deal with this situation.
The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers... dry grass and flowers... they must be afraid of fire! Emlyn's heart moved, and he immediately gave up his invisibility, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
With a pop, he spurted all the liquid in his mouth. JrNovels.com
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