Chapter: 93
"This can't be too urgent...I only know spiritual vision for now..."
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Backlund, Queens District.
Audrey Hall saw herself in the mirror, her blushing cheeks and eyes so bright that it was hard to look directly at her.
She didn't care to look at these things, and quickly recalled the past, then picked up the pen inlaid with gemstones, and scribbled on the delicate parchment to write the formula of the potion "spectator": "80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of colchicum essence, 13 One gram of oxtooth peony powder, 7 petals of fairy flowers, a pair of adult manhal fish eyes, 35 ml of blood of crocodile black fish."
Phew... Audrey exhaled, read it several times, and finally confirmed it was correct.
She had the urge to dance again, but told herself to be reserved.
After thinking about it, she began to write the names of various chemicals around the potion formula, disguising this page as complicated and confusing scientific knowledge.
Well, as long as you don't read carefully carefully, casual flippers will definitely not find the details I hide... Awesome! Audrey praised herself, and turned her thoughts to the acquisition of materials: "First look for the treasures in the family, and try to exchange the missing parts from other people..."
"If you still can't make it together, you can only ask Mr. Fool and Mr. Hanged Man for help at the next gathering... What will you get as a reward?"
After thinking about it for a while, Audrey closed the note and put it on the small bookshelf in the bedroom, then walked briskly to the door and opened the door.
A big golden retriever dog is sitting outside obediently.
The corners of Audrey's mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile like sunshine: "Susie, your task is well done!"
"In the serial stories in the newspaper, Mr. Detective always has a right-hand man. I think, behind the real 'audience', there is also a big dog to follow~"
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In the basement with only a little candlelight flickering, Alger Wilson raised his palm and took a closer look.
After a long time, he sighed with emotion: "It's still so amazing, I can't grasp the details at all..."
Even if I have made sufficient preparations in advance, I still haven't been able to understand how the "Fool" completes the "summoning"...
He moved his eyes down and looked at the sheepskin scroll on the long table.
On the head-up position of the tan patch, a line of Hermes text was written in dark blue ink: "7, Navigator."
Against the scorching afternoon sun, Klein walked out of the house.
Because he walked from Iron Cross all the way to Welch's house, he changed his formal suit, top hat and leather boots for a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a felt hat with a round brim of the same color, and old leather shoes, so he didn't have to worry about it. The smell of sweat stained that valuable set.
Along Narcissus Street, he walked slowly towards Iron Cross Street. When he passed the corner square, he subconsciously glanced there.
The tents have disappeared, and the previous circus has finished its performance and left this place.
Klein had originally imagined that the animal trainer who divination for him was actually a hidden strong man. Because he discovered his specialness, he came here to guide him. There would definitely be meetings and hints in the future. However, nothing happened. She started the next journey with the circus.
How can there be so many routines... Klein laughed and shook his head, and turned to Iron Cross Street.
There is not only one Iron Cross Street, but just like its name, it is formed by the intersection of two roads.
With the intersection as the core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street. The apartment where Klein, Benson, and Melissa lived before is located on Lower Street.
However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding area don�t think that the neighborhood is the lower street, but created the term �middle street� to distinguish it from the poor gathering place where the road extends two hundred meters away.
There, five, six, or even ten people may be squeezed into one bedroom. JrNovels.com
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Backlund, Queens District.
Audrey Hall saw herself in the mirror, her blushing cheeks and eyes so bright that it was hard to look directly at her.
She didn't care to look at these things, and quickly recalled the past, then picked up the pen inlaid with gemstones, and scribbled on the delicate parchment to write the formula of the potion "spectator": "80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of colchicum essence, 13 One gram of oxtooth peony powder, 7 petals of fairy flowers, a pair of adult manhal fish eyes, 35 ml of blood of crocodile black fish."
Phew... Audrey exhaled, read it several times, and finally confirmed it was correct.
She had the urge to dance again, but told herself to be reserved.
After thinking about it, she began to write the names of various chemicals around the potion formula, disguising this page as complicated and confusing scientific knowledge.
Well, as long as you don't read carefully carefully, casual flippers will definitely not find the details I hide... Awesome! Audrey praised herself, and turned her thoughts to the acquisition of materials: "First look for the treasures in the family, and try to exchange the missing parts from other people..."
"If you still can't make it together, you can only ask Mr. Fool and Mr. Hanged Man for help at the next gathering... What will you get as a reward?"
After thinking about it for a while, Audrey closed the note and put it on the small bookshelf in the bedroom, then walked briskly to the door and opened the door.
A big golden retriever dog is sitting outside obediently.
The corners of Audrey's mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile like sunshine: "Susie, your task is well done!"
"In the serial stories in the newspaper, Mr. Detective always has a right-hand man. I think, behind the real 'audience', there is also a big dog to follow~"
����
In the basement with only a little candlelight flickering, Alger Wilson raised his palm and took a closer look.
After a long time, he sighed with emotion: "It's still so amazing, I can't grasp the details at all..."
Even if I have made sufficient preparations in advance, I still haven't been able to understand how the "Fool" completes the "summoning"...
He moved his eyes down and looked at the sheepskin scroll on the long table.
On the head-up position of the tan patch, a line of Hermes text was written in dark blue ink: "7, Navigator."
Against the scorching afternoon sun, Klein walked out of the house.
Because he walked from Iron Cross all the way to Welch's house, he changed his formal suit, top hat and leather boots for a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a felt hat with a round brim of the same color, and old leather shoes, so he didn't have to worry about it. The smell of sweat stained that valuable set.
Along Narcissus Street, he walked slowly towards Iron Cross Street. When he passed the corner square, he subconsciously glanced there.
The tents have disappeared, and the previous circus has finished its performance and left this place.
Klein had originally imagined that the animal trainer who divination for him was actually a hidden strong man. Because he discovered his specialness, he came here to guide him. There would definitely be meetings and hints in the future. However, nothing happened. She started the next journey with the circus.
How can there be so many routines... Klein laughed and shook his head, and turned to Iron Cross Street.
There is not only one Iron Cross Street, but just like its name, it is formed by the intersection of two roads.
With the intersection as the core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street. The apartment where Klein, Benson, and Melissa lived before is located on Lower Street.
However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding area don�t think that the neighborhood is the lower street, but created the term �middle street� to distinguish it from the poor gathering place where the road extends two hundred meters away.
There, five, six, or even ten people may be squeezed into one bedroom. JrNovels.com
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