Cresta Sesima rested her right leg on top of her left leg, leaned back on the back of the chair leisurely, and said with a slight smile, "Hello, Klein, you can sit there."

He pointed to the high-backed chair opposite.

At his feet, there was a suitcase made of silver and white metal, which was similar in size, length and width to a violin case.

This can hold a sword that isn't too long... Klein stepped forward and sat in his own seat.

Crestel bent his right index finger, pressed it against his nostril, pondered for a few seconds and said, "I'm going to test your potion mastery first, is there any problem?"

"No." Klein shook his head confidently.

"Very confident." Crestel laughed, and then maintained the posture just now, just quietly staring at the other side.

Klein suddenly felt the light of the gas lamps around him disappear, and he was swallowed by the thick darkness.

He suddenly became very tired, as if it was time for sleep marked by the biological clock.

However, his spirit was highly tense and it was difficult to relax, which was the same as the usual situation where he was too tired to fall asleep peacefully.

The quiet "night" permeated the surroundings. Klein heard the ticking sound of the unscrewed tap, the voices of the Blackthorn Security Company, and the sound of the wind blowing through the stairs.

Other than that, he didn't see anything he shouldn't see, and he didn't hear anything he shouldn't hear.

"Very good." Crestel's magnetic voice dispelled the darkness, allowing the light of gas lamps inside and outside the alchemy room to reappear in Klein's eyes.

Klein was suddenly relieved from the heavy exhaustion, and regained the vigor he had just now.

It affected me unconsciously... Is this the level of Sequence 5? This is the terror of the senior deacon? He recalled what happened just now with a little fear.

Crestel Sesima clasped her hands on her knees, and she shrank a little, so that her lips were blocked by the high neckline: "You passed the test, your mastery of potions has reached above the level of excellence.�

"Next, I want to observe whether there are hidden dangers in your body and mind, whether the spirit left by the potion has unknowingly changed your personality and left problems."

"You have three minutes to adjust your state."

Klein immediately nodded and said, "Okay."

He secretly took a breath, let himself slowly enter the state of meditation, and got rid of all kinds of bad thoughts.

Crestel didn't speak again, took out a silver pocket watch from the inside of the black windbreaker, and snapped it open.

Then, he watched intently as the second hand ticked away.

Three minutes later, Crestel closed his pocket watch with a snap, and said with a smile, "I'm starting to chant."

chant? Klein showed a puzzled expression.

Before he could speak, Krestai hummed a melodious melody.

The melody echoed in the alchemy room, gradually losing its coordination and no longer in tune.

squeak! ah! prick! Klein seemed to hear the sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard, the sound of plastic foam rubbing against each other, the sound of an electric drill tapping, and all kinds of noises that drove him crazy.

The noise became more and more chaotic, which made him feel a violent desire to vent and destroy.

However, Klein, who was often tested by crazy ravings and terrifying screams, quickly suppressed all kinds of impulses.

He is also appropriately a little restless, a little tense, a little upset and a little restless. JrNovels.com