Angel looked deeply at Fritz, he was still a little interested in this man's research.
However, Angel did not speak to Fritz immediately, but walked to Dangros.
Dangros was obviously still immersed in his own world. Even if Angel came close, he didn't react at all.
Looking at Dangross's appearance as a drug addict, Angel secretly muttered in his heart: "Could it really be something addictive?"
Angel summoned a light blue magic hand and picked up Dangros from the ground.
Because Dangoros was stained with the fiery red liquid, when the magic hand touched Dangoros, it naturally also came into contact with the liquid.
The magic hand released by Angel now is more sensitive to energy than Angel's normal hand. And the fiery red liquid happens to contain some kind of energy.
Feeling the hot numb touch on the magic hand, Angel whispered: "This is... quenching liquid."
Fritz, who was bowing next to him, obviously knew Angel. He said respectfully with a slightly trembling voice: "Yes, yes. Dangros likes quenching fluid, so I, I will help him apply it on
On the body."
Quenching fluid is a special kind of combustion accelerant. Generally, only alchemist apprentices carry it with them because they are not as good at controlling the temperature of the flame as real alchemists, so they can only use quenching fluid.
Seeing Angel's silence, Fritz said worriedly: "Sir, is it that the quenching fluid is not good for Dangross? I, I..."
Angel observed Dangelos carefully.
The quenching liquid will only increase the temperature of the flame. Dangros is a life of fire, so the quenching liquid should not do any harm to it. At least for now, Angel doesn't feel anything wrong with Dangros. The only difference is that it is a little different from before.
It's because the temperature of its body is higher than usual. If it is placed on a dead tree, even if Dangros doesn't actively release the flame, it can ignite the dead tree with the released temperature.
But this shouldn’t affect anything, right?
Angel: "Dangros took the initiative to find Nea and released you just so you could apply quenching fluid to it?"
Fritz nodded: "Yes."
Angel pondered for a moment: "That should be fine."
Although Dangross occasionally loses his mind, he is not an idiot. Since he took the initiative to find Fritz, I guess the quenching fluid will not have any impact on him, and may even have an improving effect?
It's just that the appearance of this effect seems to be off track... Angel looked at Dangros who was obviously "superior" and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
Seeing that Dangros was still intoxicated, Angel did not wake him up, but looked at Fritz, who was a little nervous and uneasy.
"I heard from Drew that Dangros burned most of the palace and also burned Cypress Street. Tell me, I want to know the specific situation."
Fritz naturally did not dare to refuse and told the situation in detail.
…
Half an hour later, Angel left the garden surrounded by high walls. He was still holding a thin leather roll in his hand.
What is recorded on the leather scroll is the formula of "boiling blood red water".
Neia stayed with Angel until they left the high-walled inner courtyard, and then asked curiously: "Is Fritz's formula useful?"
Angel shrugged: "I don't know."
Neia choked. She saw Angel looking through Fritz's notebook and finally asked for this formula. She thought this formula was very useful, but Angel actually answered... I don't know?
Seeing Neia's expression of wanting to ask but being embarrassed to ask, Angel smiled softly and said: "I really don't know if this formula is useful, but compared to other formulas in Fritz's Codex, this one has a better chance of success.
Relatively the largest.”
The reason why he wanted to take away this formula was not because he coveted it, but he was too embarrassed to refuse at the time.
At that time, after talking about Dangross, Fritz took the initiative to ask Angel about the art of alchemy. Angel could see Fritz's persistence in alchemy and finally nodded.
Then Fritz handed over his manuscript, hoping to get Angel's advice.
Angel flipped through the notebook, which contained all Fritz's imaginative potion formulas. In Angel's opinion, many of the ideas were bold, but there was basically no operation at all. This also meant there was no system.
People who have studied the nature of alchemy often make shortcomings.
When he put down the note, Angel saw Fritz's eyes that were both proud, a little reserved, and a little bit hopeful. He was silent for two seconds.
Fritz relied on his passion, and the last hobby in his life was to learn potions. Angel was really embarrassed to attack him directly.
He didn't want to lie, so he talked about "boiling red water" and gave his own suggestions. At least some of the ideas for this potion were correct, and there was a certain chance of success. Moreover, Fritz's idea of ​​lithogenic liquid sol
, Angel also quite agreed.
After a few words of praise about "boiling red water", Fritz felt that he had been affirmed, and happily handed the leather scroll to Angel.
Seeing Fritz's enthusiastic expression, Angel was silent for a few seconds before accepting it.
Out of good intentions, before leaving, Angel couldn't help but give Fritz a thumbs up, giving him the opportunity to go to the wizard's market to buy the "Pharmaceutical Framework" to take a look. But he didn't know if Fritz would be able to do it in the end.
Listen in.
According to Angel's own opinion of Fritz, Fritz still has some talent, but he lacks a few opportunities. If he can master the basics, he might be able to make a comeback with "Boiling Blood Red Water"...
…Of course, this is the best case scenario.
After listening to Angel's words, Neia thought of the previous conversation between Angel and Fritz, and immediately understood the inside story.
Neia said softly: "Your Excellency is indeed as gentle as Froude said."
Angel raised his eyebrows without commenting.
Not long after leaving the high wall, Angel saw a group of guards wearing fireproof cloth, running to the east.
Neia: "The palace over there is probably on fire again. Alas, the weather has been a bit dry these days, so there's nothing we can do."
Angel stopped and looked up at the clear night sky: "Is the air dry? Why do I feel that the air is quite humid? It might rain soon."
Neia looked at the sky suspiciously, and then at Angel opposite her. She felt that the skin on her lips was almost peeling due to the dry air. How could this be called moist?
When Neia looked confused, Angel stopped and said, "That's it. I'll take Dangelos and leave first."
After the words fell, Angel smiled slightly, there was a hidden light floating under his feet, his figure jumped up, and the whole person disappeared into the night sky.
Neia lowered her head and sent Angel off respectfully.
After Angel's figure disappeared, Neia raised her head, looked at the clear and cloudless night sky, and whispered to herself: "How can it rain in such weather..."
Neia shook her head, turned and walked towards the high wall. However, before she took a few steps, she felt that the sky seemed to be getting darker, and the shadows on the ground illuminated by the moonlight began to gradually disappear.
She raised her head in confusion and saw that at some point, the clear night sky had disappeared. Layers of dark clouds covered the stars and the moon. The black clouds were constantly surging, as if there was a huge blower blowing crazily inside.
.
A few seconds later, amid the surprised cheers of the surrounding guards, Neia felt a slight weight fall on her head, and the tips of her hair became a little moister.
A long-awaited heavy rain fell quietly.
…
A few minutes later, Angel landed outside Xinghu Castle.
The heavy rain continuously creates large ripples on the surface of Xinghu Lake.
Along the lakeshore, Angel walked towards the castle. After entering the gate, the purification force field protecting him automatically disappeared.
After entering the door, the first thing Angel saw was Frode who greeted him.
"You didn't stay in the cave?" Angel asked smoothly.
Flood smiled and said: "There is no need to go to the cave for the time being."
Angel paused for a moment, then looked at Froude doubtfully, his eyes slowly wandering around, and finally settled on a corner of the hall.
A little girl wearing a blood-red dress was floating above the dining table. Her dark brown hair was growing longer and longer... until it exceeded the height of the little girl. The hair seemed to be alive, twisting and transforming.
With one nimble hand, he knocked over the dessert in front of a maid at the table below.
The maid wailed and looked at the little girl above her head angrily: "If you keep doing this, I'm going to be angry!"
"Then get angry and see." The little girl didn't care at all and even said provocatively.
"Damn it!" The maid stood up and said, "I specially asked the chef to make a cake to celebrate you, but you still don't appreciate it!"
"Celebrating for me?" The little girl rolled her eyes: "You are the only one eating and eating, and I am watching from the side. Do you think you are celebrating for me?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across the maid's expression, she hesitated and said, "You can't eat it, right? I, I'm eating it for you."
"This is the first time I've heard that celebrating can be a substitute for celebrating?"
Maid: "..., no matter what, you shouldn't knock over the cake. The chef did a really hard job."
To be continued...