Chapter 19

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, are you here for a walk?"

After dinner, Jiang Zhulang went for a walk in the municipal park as usual, and on the way he ran into Sister Zhang, the community activities manager, walking her dog.

He greeted her, squatted down and stroked the puppy's head.

Sister Zhang: "Xiao Jiang, do you remember that foundation last time? The one you donated money to? Come to think of it, I was really shocked when you donated money. Hahahaha, I almost thought you were not yourself. Aren't you usually very frugal?"

"That charity said they set up a website to record the purpose of donations. Well, that's how these organizations should operate. Be transparent! I'll check what my fifty dollars was used for later."

"Oh, by the way, Xiao Jiang, are you working now or not? It should have been a while since you graduated, right?"

Sister Zhang kept asking questions, and the topic jumped around a lot, leaving Jiang Zhulang no chance to interrupt.

After she finished speaking and took a breath, Jiang Zhulang picked up the last question and answered, "Yes, I work from home."

In a sense, regularly submitting manuscripts can be considered as working.

"Oh, working from home? Can you spend the salary? Isn't it unstable? The daughter of Mrs. Wang next door opened a factory and is in need of an accountant. How about I introduce one to you? And Mrs. Li's daughter is also..."

He thanked Sister Zhang for her kindness and repeatedly explained that he had enough money. Only then did she give up the idea of ​​introducing him and told him to contact her if he needed anything.

After parting ways with her at the fork in the road, Jiang Zhulang found a bench to sit down and decided to look for the official website of the charity foundation.

He was also very curious about where the money he donated was used.

After logging into the official website, Jiang Zhulang saw the details of the purpose of each donation in the middle of the page. Comparing the donation time, he found that his donation was used to purchase charity lunches.

It was mentioned above that many parents of girls in poor mountainous areas would ask them to save the lunch at school and bring it home for their brothers, so these charity lunches required them to finish eating them at school.

Jiang Zhulang thought: This method is not bad. It can ensure that the supplies go into the girls' stomachs and not anyone else's.

He had heard about the situation where the materials donated to girls were taken away by their families and used on men. Jiang Zhulang was disgusted by such behavior.

Although the amount of money he donated was not much, he did not want his love to be used for other purposes, so now he can rest assured.

After flipping through the photos with innocent smiles, Jiang Zhulang clicked into the comic cat background to check the rewards.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...

Huh? He actually has so much money?

I cashed out all the money from my last wedding banquet, and now I have accumulated more than 100,000 yuan in profit in my account.

He locked and unlocked the screen, somewhat unable to believe it.

After being stunned for a while to calm down his excitement, Jiang Zhulang withdrew all the money. After the money arrived, he donated another 50,000 to the foundation.

——Spend the money quickly before you develop any attachment to it.

If that netizen had received even a few hundred dollars of help, would the outcome have been different?

With her talent, she might have become a well-known illustrator, or even a leading artist.

No matter what, at least I can escape from that quagmire-like family and live my own life.

He doesn't know.

But he hopes to help children who have the same experience as her.

Sighing silently, Jiang Zhulang returned home, watched a few episodes of anime, washed up, and went to bed.

His hands were itchy as he hadn't stirred potions for a long time.

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Nidos Continent

“Puff…”

Holding his breath, Jiang Zhulang dealt with the pot of unknown liquid that smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs, rotten seafood, and dead rats, and opened the window to dissipate the smell.

This was the umpteenth time he had failed. All the materials he had purchased in Nadine City were gone.

Jiang Zhulang collected the piles of parchments on the table that recorded the reactions of the drugs and the degree of fusion of the materials, and compared them one by one.

"To corrode the cyanite, we need to increase the amount of corrosive materials on the basis of the existing potion, but this will reduce the fusion of the potion liquid, and the refining will fail..."

"Hiss, I always feel like there's a lack of adhesive, and blindly adding corrosive materials is too extreme..."

Rubbing his swollen temples, Jiang Zhulang complained in his mind: According to the routine, when an author enters his own work, shouldn't his wishes come true and everything he does go smoothly?

He just wanted to make a potion that could quickly corrode cyanite, not the moon in the sky.

Come to think of it, from a worldview perspective, maybe it's easier to get the moon in the sky than to invent a new potion?

After all, in the original work, the alchemist was just a background character, and the warlock was the protagonist.

He was able to successfully refine the T hair growth potion because he wanted to add some comedy to the plot of the comic, and mentioned in the outline that someone used it to save bald aliens.

Since the outline does not specify who made it, it is only natural that the protagonist "Lanno" took it out.

Now the requirements of the Holy Spirit Potion Society are beyond the settings. Even though he is the creator of the potion system, he can only honestly conduct experiments step by step and can no longer sit back and enjoy the results.

Jiang Zhulang had no idea at the moment, so he decided to go out and relax, and take a look at the progress of Luo Xia's research.

"Luoshia, what is your style like...?"

He was very surprised when he saw his beloved male No. 2's messy hair and dark circles under his eyes that were so big that they were about to fall off his apple skin.

Is there something wrong with the development of the simulated spider?

He looked like he hadn't slept for ten days or half a month.

"Ah, it's Lannuo..." His eyes were dull and his voice was drifting. He was absent-minded for a while before he came back to his senses. "The spider is done, come and see it."

He dragged me into the alchemy laboratory, and there wasn't even much room to stand.

Looking around, the whole room can be described in one word: "chaos".

Odd and ends of metal parts and magical ores were randomly placed on the floor and shelves.

Jiang Zhulang even saw several ugly metal one-eyed tumblers, large and small, making random clicking noises.

Due to the need for alchemy materials, the lighting in the entire room was quite dim. Only the kerosene lamp on the table cast a dim and yellowish light, making the alchemy room look like some kind of shady trading place.

Luo Xia opened the black box that was sealed like a nesting doll, and a spider the size of a fingernail slid its eight hairy legs, trying to jump onto Jiang Zhulang's face.

He reacted quickly and pinched it, unleashing his arcane magic to calm it.

Roshia explained eagerly, "Oh yes, um, it...it has a problem. Unless you drip blood to make it recognize its master, it will bite and stab everywhere. I can't activate the bloodline and can't subdue it, so I have to seal it up."

Jiang Zhulang followed his instructions, pierced his index finger and let blood drip, and he somehow had some mysterious connection with it.

As soon as he thought about it, Spider-Man performed a set of radio gymnastics.

"This is considered an alchemical creature. In addition to its highly toxic venom, it also has the ability to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, only this one has been successful so far."

Jiang Zhulang frowned: "But it plays a greater role around you."

Roshia waved his hand and pulled out a hidden arrow from his sleeve. "It's enough. I wanted to try the 'pistol' you mentioned, but failed. But I accidentally made this little thing."

He raised the arrow from his sleeve and aimed it at the shaking tumbler. "Crack!" the tumbler's head cracked, leaving only half of its body.

Jiang Zhulang: Emmm, in a sense, this can be considered an alien version of a pistol.

You are worthy of being my eldest son!

Jiang Zhulang forced Luo Xia to take care of his nest and nodded with satisfaction. It looked much better this way.

The two happily decided to go out shopping. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, Jiang Zhulang keenly noticed something strange.

It's so quiet in the yard.

It was so quiet that even the noisy chirping of insects could no longer be heard.

There was a murderous smell in the air.

Something is wrong.

Jiang Zhulang protected the confused Luo Xia behind him, and became alert, with his aura surging, secretly investigating the situation.

There are seven on the left and...

“Hmph—”

Twenty men in black jumped out, firing fireballs, ice spears, water arrows...

The two were attacked by an overwhelming arcane attack, mixed with purple and green poisonous smoke.

"careful."

Jiang Zhulang activated the arcane, and the invisible energy bound Roshia into a cocoon.

It didn't matter if he died, he could go back to the past anyway. But if Roshia died, he wasn't sure if he could be saved.

Luo Xia hid behind him and shot a cold arrow: "Are they here for MSI?" Although it was a question, the tone was quite affirmative.

"Um."

To be honest, as a Chinese born in a peaceful era, Jiang Zhulang's fighting skills can be said to be almost zero.

He only has two ways to deal with crises:

The first move is to rely on Lanno's arcane talent to forcibly imprison and squeeze the enemy.

This is also his most skilled move, because it looks handsome and pretentious in comics.

The second move is to send out air blades to cut the enemy.

The young man with black hair and black eyes stood in place, with one hand behind his back and the other hand half raised. With a slight movement of his fingers, several air blades flew out and hit the enemy's face directly, disrupting the originally neat formation into pieces.

The air blade was close, blood was spurting everywhere, the handsome face of the young man showed no emotion, his obsidian-like eyes were full of contempt and indifference, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked like a brutal man who enjoyed killing and violence.

A man in black quietly circled behind him and attacked the target.

His talent is "ghost steps", which can skillfully blend his body into the surrounding environment, making him the perfect choice for assassinations and sneak attacks.

"Haha, go to hell!"

The man in black raised his knife, as if he had seen the one-eyed man's head falling to the ground.

"Bang--"

“Aaaaaaah!”

Before he could get close, he was blown away by the air flow and embedded in the brick wall of the inn, turning into rotten mud.

Jiang Zhulang sneered: "Didn't anyone tell you not to speak before the sneak attack succeeds? Newbie."

"Damn it! Just wait for me!"

The leader covered his severed arm, threw down a smoke bomb, uttered a few harsh words symbolically, and fled.

"Gurgle——"

"ah!"

Luoshia shot an arrow blindly, and judging from the sound, it must have hit the target.

The smoke dissipated, leaving only a bloody mess of broken limbs and arms.

Luo Xiya gritted his teeth and said, "What a pity, I couldn't save his life."

He squatted in front of the pile of corpses and searched through them, trying to find something that could prove his identity.

Sudden--

The man in black lying beside the fountain blinked and shot an ice spear at Roshia.

“Puff——”

Jiang Zhulang: ???! I$%^&beep——

Holding onto Luo Xia's fallen body, Jiang Zhulang raised his hand and committed suicide without any hesitation.