Chapter 41: Black and Red Like Lava
Tu Xing sighed inwardly. Amina's cyan potion had just given the first piece of information, and it was already gone?
He lowered his head and read the words in the book carefully, in a very professional manner.
Introduction to magic, meditation, runes, and flowers, spices, dyes and other plants themselves or secondary products.
Seeing the young man lower his head and unable to make eye contact, the maid Xue Rui stepped back anxiously.
"Why not let Xie Sang do it? I'm on my period, which will affect the effect. Isn't that a waste?"
Celilda immediately gave me an expression that said, "I gave you a chance but you didn't take it." "Go out and call him in."
Hearing this, Xue Rui exclaimed, "Right away."
She was backing away from people until she was about to hit the wall, then she quickly turned around, opened the door and left, as if she were being chased by a tiger.
Tu Xing looked at the introductory chapter intently, reading it silently. After finishing it once, he paused for a moment and started again from the beginning.
This cycle continued until there was another knock on the door. He stopped reading, turned the page, and studied meditation.
It's similar to being in a daze, entering a state of sensing magical elements without any distractions.
The person who came in was a short, dark-skinned man, about twenty-five years old. "Master Warlock, are you looking for me?"
Celilda nodded, "This freshly made strength-enhancing potion was originally meant for Xue Rui, but she offered it to you."
Hearing this, Tu Xing raised his eyebrows. From "beautifying the skin" to "enhancing strength", the effect is really flexible and varies from person to person.
He can be the only black magician, and there is still some sophistry in his words, which is not much weaker than himself.
Did she take the body search by Luo Bo to heart?
So far, it seems like nothing happened.
The thought flashed through my mind and I quickly dismissed the matter. Experience shows that the more you think about it, the more likely it is to come true, and whatever you fear will come true.
Xiesang replied to Celilda: "Ah! It's so good, should I drink it all in one gulp?" His voice was excited.
The woman looked relieved: "Yes, take advantage of it while it's fresh. If you wait any longer, the effect will be worse."
After saying this, the short, dark-skinned man let out an "ah", picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth, taking two big gulps.
He put down the bowl with his lips pursed, his face wrinkled. "This tastes really weird."
When Tu Xing heard the noise, he couldn't help but look up and observe carefully.
I saw that this person's skin was getting darker?
He couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, which turned black like molten lava with a hint of dark red, and the short man's clothes were falling off.
If you look closely, you can see that there are hairs mixed in, as if... they were burned and melted and fell off.
But in a moment, this man became like a lava man with limbs and a head!
Tu Xing's pupils trembled, he stood up suddenly, closed the book in his hand instantly, and took two steps back.
He looked alert, constantly scanning the surroundings, and looking for something convenient to block.
I paid some attention to Celilda and listened to her disappointed voice: "Alas, it failed again."
Tu Xing swallowed his saliva and called this "failure"?
What has happened?
I thought it would just not react or die from the poison, but it turned out to be a monster.
When Celilda looked over, Tu Xing controlled his expression and asked, "Will he change back after the effect of the drug wears off?"
Celilda: "In the past, this would have meant death, and it would have melted into ash and powder."
And while she was talking, the lava man's hands seemed to move?!
The young man's eyelids trembled, and he suggested to himself: This is the time period of retrospection. Besides, I have amazing recovery ability, enough strength, and I am fearless.
Thinking of this, he relaxed and continued to observe carefully.
It was not an illusion, the lava man actually raised his hand and looked at his arm.
A dry and rough voice asked, "What's going on?" It sounded like a thousand-year-old mummy.
Celilda looked back in shock, as if struck by lightning. "You can speak! You're really different from before. Do you know your name?"
The person asking was the magma man, but his eyes were fixed on the white-skinned young man.
In this scene, Tu Xing only felt that his eyes were staring straight and extremely sinister.
A rough voice said, "Xie Sang, I don't feel any power."
Celilda looked thoughtful. "Go to the corner and rest for a while. See when the effect wears off."
The other party squatted in the corner of the room very obediently.
The woman turned around, a look of disdain on her face. "Why did you stand up? You're so frightened by this. You're making such a fuss. Even if you know magic, you're far from it."
Hearing this, Tu Xing's expressionless throat rolled, and soon, his expression returned to normal:
"You're right. This is the first time I've seen a living person like this. I was shocked."
Celilda: "Sit down. You have such amazing recovery ability, and as long as someone wants to kill you, this special power will start to take effect."
“Although it’s not as good as Sudan, it will definitely have some effect.”
Tu Xing blinked when he heard this. Yes, he had forgotten about this. His expression became calmer.
Suddenly, I realized that in this context, I could just ask the question I had earlier, "What about you?"
"Do you have similar powers? If someone harbors evil intentions towards you, the consequences will be even worse."
The reason why it was determined to be a "similar power" was that if she had the power of a demon, she would have used her own blood long ago, so why would she look for someone else?
Just a few drops make up a dose, and you can make about ten doses a day.
The young man said as he sat back down and opened his book.
Celilda sat across from me. "Of course it's a secret technique. It takes a lot to achieve a similar effect, and it also prevents me from leaving..."
She stopped talking, Tu Xing lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts, leaving what?
—The Sudan?
Celilda could have stayed in the palace and enjoyed her wealth and glory, but she actually followed the team out.
The first time I saw her was also with Sultan, also on the same floor.
It is generally believed that deepening relations with the Sudan will improve one's status in the eyes of the public.
But the woman possesses black magic, and it seems that she does not need to rely on it very much. For example, she is not very respectful in her private conversation.
The complete answer is: Celilda used secret methods to borrow the power of the Sultan's backlash curse, and she herself could not leave the Sultan's side.
Tu Xing's mind was racing, but he controlled his expression and spoke quickly:
"Since I have it too, wouldn't that mean I can let you stay with me? If I have any questions about learning magic, I can find you very conveniently."
Celilda rolled her eyes. "You're dreaming. You're the one following me, not me following you. You're really shameless."
The woman looked thoughtful as she finished her words. "However, what you said does make sense. Let's try again later. After all, you have too little, and it's still questionable how much of the characteristics you have retained."
Tu Xing nodded and said, "Then I'll find a chance to provoke someone and tell you after I'm done."
"Okay." Celilda smiled, with an expression that said, "You're a good person." "Where did you see the magic book?"
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