Chapter 115 Potion (Part 1)

"Where did you go at night?" Charles asked in his mind.

Since what Lily saw was not her, it must be Richard.

"Hey, haven't you become obsessed with fishing recently? Isn't this using my own time, just thinking about trying a new hobby? Why, you have to take care of it?"

Hearing what Richard said, Charles stopped talking and continued to draw his new painting.

Time passed by little by little, and when the last details on the drawing paper were added, Charles took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and let go of the control of his body, and it was time for another personality.

Richard hummed and began to take out a new diary, and began to conceive of his book "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under Earth"

Rusty, the tip of the pen slid across the dry paper, leaving lines of smooth text.

The content in it is a relaxing story about a young man named Mire's adventures in the Earth Sea. The chapters are full of funny jokes and nonsensical jokes on the surface. Every time he writes a joke, Richard will get nervous Xi Xi laughed out loud.

Although only four hours have passed, more than half of Richard's escape novel has been completed.

"Hey, buddy, what do you think of this joke?? Let me tell you that one day Mire accidentally farted a series of loud farts at home. As a result, the grandma next to him who was knitting a sweater quickly stood up and said, "My child Hurry up and open the gate, your second uncle will drive the tractor back—hahahaha! ! "

Before the joke was finished, Richard himself laughed and lay down on the table, hammering it vigorously.

After a while, seeing that there was no reaction in his mind, the wild laughter on Richard's face slowly subsided, turning into a smug smile.

He threw the pen in his hand, pushed open the window and jumped out.

Wearing a dark blue captain's suit, he quickly jumped on the roofs of various buildings like an acrobat.

"Whoosh!" Richard jumped, his body rolled quickly in the air, and finally landed firmly on the dock full of various ships moored.

Looking at the black and red steamship that was twice the size of the Narwhal in the distance, he was about to walk over there, but immediately retracted his step. "No, no, that guy wouldn't do that."

Richard put his hands on his face and kneaded it. After a few tens of seconds, he retracted his hands suddenly. Richard, who was full of flamboyant disdain just now, disappeared. The expression was on that face.

"Cough~hum~cough cough." Richard pinched his throat with his prosthetic limb, and walked towards that side.

As soon as he jumped onto the boat, Elizabeth, dressed in a tall and straight white captain's uniform, came up to him, holding his arm with her hand. "Charles, why are you so late today?"

"Hmm...some things are delayed, how is the business going?" Charles said with a cold expression.

"In the cabin, I heard that there was a breakthrough in the things you explained. What are you guys busy with? You are very secretive, and you will stay with him as soon as you come here."

"It's nothing, I'll tell you when the matter is resolved." Charles led her to the next cabin.

This ship is very large. There are three floors in the bare cabin. The style of each floor is quite different. The clothes in the cabin do not look like they eat at sea. Most of them are mainly purple robes with pointed peaks on their heads. soft hat.

They looked at Richard's attitude with a hint of curiosity in their respect.

This guy has been doing something with their patriarch these days, but everyone has no idea what the hell they are doing.

Under their gaze, Richard and Elizabeth came to the last floor.

The last floor is full of books, densely packed and scattered here and there.

An elderly man with deep nasolabial folds sits behind a desk full of books, as if reading something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching slowly, his eyes glanced forward from the reading glasses, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Ah, it's Mr. Charles, with good news for you to eliminate your other—"

"Cough... cough cough!" Richard suddenly coughed a few times.

The old man looked at Elizabeth next to him, and took back what he was about to say.

"You go out first." Richard pulled his arm out of Elizabeth's arms.

Elizabeth looked at each other curiously, then nodded. "Well, you are busy, I am outside."

Listening to Elizabeth's unique high-heeled boots slowly going away behind him, Richard rushed to him with a bit of excitement and asked, "How is it? Has there been any progress?"

The old man nodded, turned around and walked towards a pile of books. With his left hand raised lightly, the messy books opened and flew away like birds, revealing a secret door.

There was a bang, and Charles followed the old man and walked in.

The space inside is not big, half the size of a bedroom at most, and apart from some bottles and cans, there is also a person imprisoned, a man wearing a 096 mask.

His limbs were firmly locked by chains, no matter how much he shook his head, he couldn't shake the mask off.

"Look." The old man moved casually with his left hand, and a cyan translucent figure broke away from the man. He pointed to the translucent figure and said, "I have been studying the relic you gave me for a long time before I discovered it. The reason why it can add host personality is because it changed the number of rotations of the star chakra in the soul, and it—”

"Wait, wait, I don't want to know this, I just want to know how to get rid of the other without affecting one's personality."

The old man looked at Richard meaningfully. "Has Mr. Charles also used this relic? Then, which personality is it talking to me?"

"You don't have to worry about taking it with you. What you need to know is that as long as you settle my matter, Elizabeth will give you 5% more of the island." Richard looked at him with a smile.

The old man looked deeply at the young man in front of him, and after a few seconds he laughed.

"I have already analyzed the effect of the relic on the soul. Next, I can adjust the potion. Don't worry, there is no one in the entire Earth Sea who is better at soul knowledge than the patriarch of the Gaunt family."

"Very good, how long will it take to make it?" Charles' eyes were filled with urgency.

"Actually, in order to express my sincerity for our cooperation, I have already prepared the Soul Concentration Potion. I know you need this very much." The old man raised his withered left hand, and a palm-sized bottle of glass slipped from the cuff of his robe. place, slowly floating in front of Richard,

As Richard shook slightly, some kind of bronze-colored liquid mixed with black silk slowly flowed inside.