When she took it apart and looked at it, her brows gradually wrinkled, which was very cute.

"Is it finally coming..." Triss's expression changed a few times, as if hesitating, resisting, timid, and confused.

Finally, she smiled and whispered slightly distortedly

"I have killed so many people and caused so many tragedies, even if I die this time, I have already earned back my principal..."

After a few more seconds of silence, Triss pulled out a glass test tube from the dark pocket of her black skirt.

What contained it was not her blood, but another witch's, originally named Sherman, who later called herself Sherman.

As a qualified and experienced witch, when Triss was cultivating Sherman, she had the opportunity to take some of her blood as a curse. This may not be useful most of the time, but it can effectively prevent accidents.

After Xueman's death, Triss didn't discard the tube of blood, because there were quite a lot of witches who needed this material, just like now.

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City of Silver, inside a certain residence.

As soon as the lightning frequency increased, Derrick got up, lit the fire, and quickly baked mushroom bread.

This kind of bread is more refined than the original black-faced grass, and it is sweeter and more delicious. He likes it very much, and looks forward to three meals a day like never before.

The only problem is that the yield of mushrooms to make bread is not too high.

Limited by the number of monster corpses, each resident can only receive once a week, enough for four or five meals.

��After thousands of years of hard work, the area around the City of Silver has become relatively safe, with fewer monsters.

Derrick heard that in order to hunt monsters and cultivate mushrooms, someone deliberately placed himself in the dark, hoping to become a bait.

Then, he was eaten.

Getting those mushrooms gave everyone a certain amount of optimism... This is not good... Derrick shook his head as he recalled the chief's emotion before he set off, picked up a jar he picked up from the ruins of other city-states, and poured out the white milk.

Frankly speaking, he didn't like this kind of thing, but Miss Justice's description that milk can help human beings grow taller and stronger moved him.

As a resident of the City of Silver, Derrick knew that since he did not choose the "giant" path, the possibility and extent of growing taller in the future would not be too great, but he also secretly hoped to reduce the gap with his friends, and Milk made him see the light.

Gulu, Gulu, Derrick drank today's milk with a serious expression.

He was about to get mushroom bread when he suddenly felt something and looked sideways out of the window.

A person grew out of the shadows outside the door, and said from the air

"Derrick, the chief asked me to give you this bottle of blood."

Chief is back? Derrick stood up abruptly and said

"OK, thanks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the shadow in the crack of the door come alive, pushing out a small metal vial.

Derrick knew very well that it contained the demonic blood that Mister "World" wanted.

Uncovering the "paper angel", Klein poured the bottle of demon blood into the ceramic jar, and stirred it for a while with the thin glass rod that emerged from the tool.

"Huh, I finally collected them all." Finally, he stared at them for a few seconds and sighed. JrNovels.com