When Russell heard this, he frowned and asked, "There should be other channels?"
"Of course, if you don't plan to become an official Extraordinary, you can also directly collect potion formulas, collect Extraordinary materials, and prepare potions to wild Extraordinary people." Lin Ruo paused here and said, "Actually,
I have some Sequence 9 potion formulas on hand, and I can sell them to you if you need them."
"What is the Sequence 9 potion formula?" Russell asked curiously.
Lin Ruo didn't hesitate, and immediately introduced the knowledge related to potions, and finally said:
"The formulas I have are for Sequence 9 assassins and Sequence 9 spectators. If you are interested, I can introduce them to you."
When he said this, Lin Ruo's face did not turn red and his heart did not beat. His expression was normal, as if he was not deliberately trying to trick anyone at all.
In fact, Lin Ruo didn't really mean to let Russell become a witch. He also knew that in this first historical phantom, there was no time at all. When entering this historical phantom, Lin Ruo had a feeling.
This first historical phantom can only last about a month.
In one month, no matter how talented Russell is, he will never be promoted to a witch.
Lin Ruo just had a bad taste. After all, even if he couldn't really make Russell become Rose'e, he could just give him the assassin potion. After the real Russell was resurrected, he would get these memory fragments.
The expressions will probably be interesting too.
Moreover, this part of the content can be updated into a new book, or a special chapter should be opened for "Chariot Chronicles: Er, Those Years of Living with the Fool", which is called
——[Roselle’s unknown dark history, the witch is actually myself].
Lin Ruo thought this, and her expression became gentler.
However, despite the outbreak of bad taste, Lin Ruo did not intend to do anything unnecessary, such as using extraordinary abilities to directly let Russell choose the assassin's potion or something.
That's so boring. Compared to this kind of non-voluntary choice, wouldn't it be more interesting to use a little art of language to let Russell choose the assassin by himself in a sober state?
In this way, even if Russell is resurrected in the future, and she wants to settle the matter with him, Lin Ruo can confidently ask him - you chose the potion yourself, how can you blame me?
"Assassins and spectators?" Russell muttered, seeming to be thinking, and asked after a while: "I think I'm interested in knowing about it."
"No problem." Lin Ruo looked like a good gentleman.
…
At the same time, in the real world, there is a certain mausoleum that does not exist in the normal dimension.
Sitting on the toilet-like throne, Russell, who was yawning out of boredom, suddenly shivered.
The spirituality at the level of gods told him that something bad was happening somewhere.
Russell immediately looked at something not far away with suspicious eyes. It seemed to be a doll that looked like Jingle Cat.
"Lin Bao, I suspect that your master is persecuting me." Russell said with a solemn expression.
[Be confident, when you feel this way, you can get rid of your doubts.]
"You're right." Russell nodded, his expression becoming more solemn, "Did that bitch Lin Ruona teach Beibei Chinese?"
"Or did He find my witch card and show it to Beibei?"
[Lin Bao reminds you that every word you say now will become evidence of being beaten in the future.]
"It's okay if you don't tell Him." Russell said angrily.
【Lin Bao will never betray his master.】
"I understand, I understand, absolutely loyal and never betray, right? I originally wrote this setting. If I had known that you would become a manuscript reminder robot, I would not have helped Lin Ruo create an artificially retarded person like you.
Russell said with a look of disgust on his face, as if he regretted it.
[Without Lin Bao, you would have stayed alone in the mausoleum until now, and you would have been lonely.]
"Oh, is this great emperor afraid of lonely people?" Russell sneered and said with disdain. But as he spoke, no matter how disdainful his expression was, his eyes still became dazed:
"Lin Bao, it's almost two hundred years ago."
【Yes, we have been here for nearly two hundred years.】
"I have actually stayed in this big place for two hundred years with you, an artificially retarded person..." Russell said with a face full of vicissitudes of life, "If I hadn't been able to observe what's happening in the outside world through your limited observation, I would have gone crazy.
, it’s really terrible.”
[Friendly reminder from Lin Bao, you are already crazy in every sense of the word. It’s just that my master forcibly suppressed your madness, your divinity, and the pollution you suffered, so that you can act as a "human"
Just survive.]
"Tsk..." Russell was noncommittal, his expression a bit complicated, "Lin Bao, what do you think your master is? I originally thought he was the King of Angels, but... you said he doesn't really think about those things.
The rumors say that, what kind of creator is he?"
[Lin Bao doesn’t know, Lin Bao won’t speak ill of his master.]
[Lin Bao only knows that no matter how great the master is, he regards you as a friend, so Lin Bao will accompany you here instead of going to your grave with the master. 】
"...You're right." Russell was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and laughed, "It doesn't matter what it is, it's not important anyway."
After a while, he was probably bored, and Russell said: "Lin Bao, let's make a joke."
[One day, His Highness Ouroboros created a mural called "Sasril at Work". When Adam saw it, he discovered that it was the scene of a collective picnic of the kings of angels that day.
The nine angel kings are almost gathered here, except that the dark angel Sasril is missing.]
[Adam asked in confusion: "What are you painting?"
Ourolius replied: "Sasriel is at work."
Adam continued to ask: "What about Sasril? Why is he not in the painting?"
Ourolius replied: "He is at work."]
"Hahaha..." Although this was not the first time he heard this, Russell still laughed and said: "Although, Lin Bao, I still have to ask, the person who asked Ourolius to paint this painting was Lin Bao.
If so? He is the only one who can do such an immoral thing."
[Lin Bao doesn’t know, Lin Ruo doesn’t want to answer.]
"Come on, come on, let's have another joke." Russell said enthusiastically.
【The witch tastes so good!】
"Grass (a plant.)" Russell didn't want to speak immediately. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. Good night."
[Friendly reminder from Lin Bao, your update today has not been completed yet.]
"Didn't I just write it yesterday? Why do I have to write it again?" Russell opened his eyes and said angrily.
[Friendly reminder from Lin Bao, people who do not update on time will lose the right to observe the outside world. 】
"Tsk..." Russell curled his lips and finally stood up from the toilet-like throne, deciding to get rid of today's update first.
…
At the same time, Backlund was in Sherlock Office.