Chapter 425

"Spirit potion? What's that?" Asked Locke.

"A good thing to prolong life ~" old Cole sold it.

Clapped her hands, the doll Lily brought two cups of tea, and they moved to a seat in the store.

After sipping the fog tea with his lips, old Cole moistened his voice and said, "you know, the relationship between our death knell mark and meimeili cabin is not very friendly."

Locke nodded. It's no secret.

The three magician organizations of Manhattan kingdom are united with the outside world, but the contradiction between neimeili house and the mark of the death knell has intensified to the extreme. With the neutralization of the shadow tower, they have maintained this stable state until now.

"Meimeili cabin branch in Crimea city plans to hold a trial activity in the magic forest secret place. The third-class task prize is a bottle of spirit potion. Are you interested in participating?" Asked old Cole.

"You haven't answered me what is spirit potion? And the trial activity of meimeili's cabin. Can I participate?" Locke rolled his eyes.

"Spirit medicine is a magical medicine that can improve people's physique. It is a fundamental change." Said old Cole.

Locke understood, "into other creatures?" Locke raised his eyebrows.

He has heard a lot about this type of medicine. Most of them are under the guise of discounting and improving life. In fact, they are monsters that transform people into ghosts.

Some people can give up everything for strength and life, but Locke is not. He hasn't got his share yet.

"Hey, don't use that expression!" Old Cole looked at Locke's expression and knew that he would be wrong. "What has been transformed is a half elf. Have you heard of it?"

Old Cole took out his cigarette gun hung at his waist, knocked on the table, lit a fire, took a hard breath and said, "if you didn't practice wind fighting spirit, I wouldn't tell you this."

Elf, Locke has heard of it, but half elf hasn't heard of it.

Elves, an ectopic creature, belong to the favorite forbidden land of high-level magicians and knights.

Both men and women are extremely handsome in appearance, and their physique is stronger than that of ordinary humans. Magicians and knights above level 1 like to use this ectopic creature that is very similar to human beings as their private pet to vent their animal desires.

"Half elves can only be produced in two ways: one is the hybrid son of human and elves, and the other is taking elves medicine." Old Cole said to Locke.

"How much constitution and talent can you inherit from the elves?" Changing blood is nothing more than the pursuit of stronger strength and potential. Locke asked what he was most concerned about.

Old Cole puffed his cigarette holder again, spit out a mass of spicy smoke and said, "I don't know. I have to have the foundation of a middle-level attendant."

The foundation of a middle-level attendant means that even ordinary people who use this medicine can instantly obtain the power of a middle-level attendant. If Locke takes it, the effect will be stronger. This is the transformation of the origin of life.

"The most important thing is that you can live more than 100 years. Don't you feel excited?" Old Cole smiled with yellow teeth.

The average life span of elves is 400 years, so the life span of half elves is 200 years, which is a great attraction to magicians and knights who have not been promoted to the first level.

"I'll think about it." Locke bowed his head and thought. He thought of his parents and Xiaxi. It was good for them to take the elf medicine properly.

"What's to consider? The spirit is famous for its affinity with water, wood and wind, which just matches your fighting spirit." Old Cole urged.

"Why don't you people with the death knell mark participate in such a good thing?" Locke asked strangely.

"Of course I did, but I still have a place to recommend. There was no suitable candidate, so I chose you." Old Cole said, "isn't that interesting?"

"That's interesting!" Lockega slapped old Cole on the shoulder and showed his teeth.

The contradiction between meimeili's cabin and the death knell mark has a long history. Some senior executives in the death knell mark organization must be happy to see it.

"The third prize is the spirit potion. What about the first prize and the second prize?" Locke asked with a little curiosity.

"The first prize is the leaf of life that can improve the affinity of wood elements and increase the success rate of promotion to the first level by 30%

"The second prize is a super first-class magic guide. A second-class magician in meimeili's cabin once used a magic wand in the first-class stage." Old Cole said he had heard a lot of information.

Locke's eyes moved when he heard that the leaf of life could increase the success rate of promotion to the first level.

"But I advise you not to get involved in the first and second prizes. I don't know how many magicians and geniuses in meimeili's cabin stare at these two prizes." Old Cole saw that Locke was interested in the first and second prizes and hurriedly advised him.

Locke has increased his turnover by one third in the past two months. He doesn't want Locke to die like this. "I think you still have some hope for the third prize. The next fourth prize and fifth Prize are also good." Said old Cole.

"What are the fourth and fifth prizes?" Locke asked casually.

"The fourth prize is the egg of a quasi level Warcraft, and the fifth prize is 200 high-level magic crystals." Said old Cole.

"Hiss ~ this is my old capital?" Locke took a breath of air-conditioning. Only one branch has such a big hand. Meimeili's cabin is really a local tyrant.

"Yes, otherwise there would be no sign of our death knell. The organization sent special snipers." Old Cole smiled.

Locke glanced at old Cole and knew without guessing that there must be a death knell in the hands of the competition for the first and second prizes, and the genius of the organization was staring at him.

"So, do you want to participate? If it weren't for the regulations that only people below level 1 in the urban area of Crimea were allowed to participate, I wouldn't consider you." Cried old Cole.

"OK, I'll join!" Locke said.

"Hey, hey, you can." Old Cole smiled and said that a quasi Knight participated in the organization instead of the death knell mark. Whether he won or not, he had the reward given above.

Anyway, the meaning of the top management of the death knell mark organization is to block Mei Meili's cabin. As long as it disgusts you, I'll make money.

"Bring it!" Old Cole reached out to Locke.

"What?"

"Five advanced crystal nuclei, admission fee." Said old Cole.

"So expensive?" Rock could not make complaints about it.

"Nonsense, otherwise you think meimeili's cabin is good? So many prizes are prepared for you for free."

So the high-grade crystal core that Locke just traded from old Cole was returned to old Cole as soon as he changed hands, which was equivalent to he spent three days in the forest for nothing.

"Here's the ticket. I'll take you there then!" Old Cole threw Locke a skull medal.

The skull medal with a slight smell of death made Locke feel a little uncomfortable. He called out a wind fighting spirit to cover the medal. Locke felt much better after cutting off the smell.