Chapter 12

As soon as he pushed the door open, Jiang Zhulang smelled a strong smell of burnt food. Looking closely, he saw that it was Luo Xia, who was processing the coke from a failed experiment.

Fortunately, their room was a two-story attic with a small courtyard, otherwise the hotel owner would have kicked them out.

Jiang Zhulang pushed the window open to get some fresh air while complaining in his heart.

Luo Xia was mumbling something on the parchment. Jiang Zhulang leaned forward and could vaguely see the outline of a weapon.

After placing the packed snacks next to Roshia, he returned to his room, took out a pile of ingredients, and began to brew the potion.

Although he knew the potion formula very well, there was a gap between theory and practice. Looking at the pot of unknown liquid with subtle color, thick texture and bubbling from time to time in front of him, Jiang Zhulang was silent.

Using arcane magic to silently deal with them, he began his thirty-eighth attempt.

After working hard all night and experiencing countless failures, Jiang Zhulang finally made... the worst quality hair potion, which had little effect when sprinkled on the scalp.

He sighed, ate his breakfast in a hurry, and went to the market again to buy ingredients.

As the author who knows everything and the builder of the entire knowledge system of the Nidos continent, he was full of confidence and thought that as soon as he touched the crucible, he would be able to make a perfect quality liquid medicine. However...

It’s better not to say it.

There was still one day left before the Flower Festival began. The streets of Nadine City seemed even more crowded, which also made it easier for some groups of people to move around, such as -

Through the surging crowd, Jiang Zhulang saw a short guy accidentally bump into Stone and take away his shoulder bag. The bag was bulging, and it looked like there were a lot of good things inside.

Wait, why is it Stone again?

Jiang Zhulang curled his lips and smiled, glanced at his ignorant look with his nose in the air, and decided to change direction.

Not long after, I heard his angry roar: "Master, where is my wallet?!"

Jiang Zhulang bought 99 copies of each material needed to prepare the potion. He returned to the hotel with a large amount of materials and continued his alchemy career.

"The wind-dried bat wings, after boiling, add the devil Teng's suction cups... novels, comics, radio and TV dramas are all on Tencent's skirt. Put the crescent and cry, don't ...

After another whole night of trying, finally, at dawn, he made the perfect hair potion and carefully poured the finished product into a container.

At this time, fireworks and salutes were set off on the streets, announcing the start of the Flower Festival.

“Ding Dong——”

"The host has been detected to have made an unnamed potion x1. The status of the main quest has been updated. Please check."

The system, which had been almost invisible since entering the Nidos continent, finally made some moves.

Jiang Zhulang clicked on the task bar suspiciously, and it showed:

Mission objective: Become the savior and prevent the world-destroying crisis (10%)

The originally empty task progress bar rose the moment he made the potion.

At the same time, a small text flashed on the translucent light screen:

Make a potion (completed) - Get a recommendation book - Pass the potion test - Join the terrorist organization - Prevent the crisis from coming

Jiang Zhulang's eyes fixed, and he was shocked.

He was sure that before today, there was absolutely no such sentence on the system interface.

The above phased events coincided with his goal.

Although it unnecessarily blocked the name of the organization, Jiang Zhulang still knew that it was the villain organization he planned to join.

I used to use it as a comics forum system, but now it seems that this system is not that simple.

Jiang Zhulang is convinced that the system is inextricably linked to the mysterious force that led him into the Nidos continent.

interesting.

Staring at the system screen, Jiang Zhulang thought: One day, he will find out the system's tail and see what is behind it.

"Lan Nuo, do you have any referrals? I once forged a heart-protecting armor for a nobleman. Maybe I can ask him for help."

Luo Xia, who was wrapped from head to toe in a robe so tightly that not a single bit of skin was exposed, tugged at Jiang Zhulang's sleeve.

"Thank you. I think it won't be long before someone asks me to accept a recommendation."

Jiang Zhulang stroked his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"Let's go, the flower festival has begun."

The two merged into the crowd and were caught up in the flow of people as they admired the alien plants on both sides of the venue.

"Wow!"

Looking at the big-mouthed flower chewing a piece of meat with its mouth wide open, Roshia let out an ignorant cry of surprise, but his eyes were attracted by the devilishly twisting sunflower in front of him, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Wow!

Jiang Zhulang appeared indifferent on the surface, but was actually shocked in his heart.

Not everyone has the opportunity to make his imagination come true, and now he is walking in the ocean of fantasy.

The two followed the crowd, looking from one end of the street to the other, and from the other end to the other, admiring all the rare treasures from all over the world as the sun set in the west.

It's time to get down to business.

He sent Roshia back to the hotel with a few words. What happened next was not suitable for children to be present.

Luo 21 years old Shia:? Kid? Me? ?

Jiang Zhulang returned a loving look.

Roshia: ...

Well, he understood that everyone had their own little secrets, but Lannuo had a lot more.

Having agreed to be back in the room before midnight, Jiang Zhulang turned around and walked against the flow of people to a luxurious mansion.

He looked around and took the opportunity when no one was paying attention to jump out.

Didn't jump.

cough……

Jiang Zhulang awkwardly scanned the surroundings again. Good, there were no witnesses.

The air surged and gathered at his feet. He kicked his legs hard and successfully climbed over the four-meter-high wall, and slipped into a magnificent room as if no one was around.

After a whole night of dancing, Viscount Conley dragged his tired body back to his room.

He lit the kerosene lamp, dismissed the servants, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

At the corner of the Roman column, Jiang Zhulang blended into the darkness, staring at him quietly——

The target of this trip is Lord Conley.

He is a handsome middle-aged man. The years have not eroded his appearance, but have added a bit of maturity to him. However...

Conley took off the slightly incongruous white wig on his head, revealing a...

A shiny bald head with a few sparse, soft hairs fluttering in the wind.

He picked up a comb and carefully combed out his almost nonexistent hair, sighing as he applied various hair care potions on it.

"I've used so many potions, but why isn't it getting better?"

He muttered plaintively, and a soft laugh was heard in the darkness.

"Oh."

Conley suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who is there!"

He looked cautiously at the strangely dense darkness, one hand behind his back, as cold ice crystals floated.

The air is cooling.

Jiang Zhulang walked out from behind the Roman column, strolling leisurely in the courtyard with a proud look on his face.

He opened his lips and spoke in an elegant aristocratic tone, as cold as broken jade: "Don't be nervous, I'm just a poor, unregistered potion master."

"Really?!" Conley swung out his ice blade in fear, but it was easily dodged.

Jiang Zhulang snapped his fingers, and a powerful and terrifying pressure surrounded him, stopping him from pulling the alarm.

Jiang Zhulang raised his hand and pressed down, and more invisible energy surged, wandering around Conley's neck, chest, and abdomen, ready to move.

Cold sweat dripped from Conley's forehead.

"I think you can listen to me now?"

Conley: "...what can you do for me?"

Jiang Zhulang leaned back in his chair leisurely, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"I want to become a Potions apprentice, but I'm in need of a recommender. I think you're a good fit."

Conley: "Do you think I will believe it?! I tell you, I am a viscount. Do you know the consequences of harming a noble?!"

"Oh," Jiang Zhulang spread his hands, "Why don't you believe it? How about this, I just brought you a gift for the meeting, why don't you try it first?"

Having said that, he took out the medicine from his storage ring and walked slowly towards Conley.

Click, click.

Conley was horrified as someone walked towards him. He struggled hard but couldn't move. He was filled with despair:

Is tonight the day of his death?

He closed his eyes and felt the cold liquid pouring on his head. One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Alas?

I am not dead? ?

Not only did he not die, his scalp was itching, and he realized, "Damn it, you poisoned me and wanted to torture me!!"

Conley closed his eyes and placed a bronze mirror inlaid with gems in front of him. He found that his head, which had been bald for a long time, was now covered with dense stubble. In a few breaths, the stubble turned into short, uneven hair that reached his ears.

Conley: OAO???

He, he has grown hair?!

Threat to his life was thrown behind his mind. He raised his hands in ecstasy and caressed the "hair" with more affection than a dragon seeing gold coins. After a while, he realized that the power that bound him had dissipated.

He stood up and jumped back, his face showing a vivid fan-shaped diagram of emotions: six parts excitement, three parts fear, and one part confusion.

"Sir, this is..."

Jiang Zhulang raised his eyebrows: "I told you earlier, I just want to ask the Viscount to give me a letter of recommendation."

CONLEY: ...

The corners of his mouth twitched. "Your potion is amazing. I will write a recommendation for you immediately."

He pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote a few elegant cursive characters with his quill pen, and finally stamped it with the seal representing the Conley family and handed it respectfully to Jiang Zhulang.

"I don't know if this potion... Oh, you know, there are many people like me. Do you want me to help you promote it?"

The instinct of profit-seeking overwhelmed the anger of being broken into the dormitory and the fear of being threatened. He bent his body slightly and smiled a little flatteringly.

As a middle-aged bald man, he spent a lot of gold coins to buy a lot of magic potions, trying to grow hair and protect hair, but to no avail. Now, the magic potion in the hands of this powerful and mysterious man with unknown origin has a remarkable effect.

If I could be an agent... no, even just an introduction, I would have a steady flow of gold coins, and maybe even become a count.

He knows the pain of baldness all too well.

Jiang Zhulang nodded indifferently, not intending to expose his little thoughts. Anyway, his purpose of showing off late at night had been achieved.

As for the huge benefits behind this rapid growth water?

He, who holds a large amount of gold, said: I don’t care at all.

What's more, no matter how rich the "Lanno" on the continent of Nidos is, what does it matter?

It was just a dream.

After handing the prescription to Kang Li, Jiang Zhulang left with a cold and domineering attitude.