Chapter 115 The Rat in the Flask

Hendricks was unwilling to invest in advance, and Ron was naturally unwilling to make a free promise. After all, this was just a verbal test, and the real deal still had to fall on Drivedo.

"Red, powder, crystal..." Drayford walked through shadow after shadow in a strange city. Occasionally in a deserted place, he would stop and take out a city map to confirm his location and what he was looking for. goal.

Ron was willing to entrust him with such an important matter, so he certainly couldn't live up to the boss's expectations.

Thinking of Ron's admiration and the half-elf's shock, Drayford smiled unconsciously.

"This is it." According to the markings on Hunde Queiroz's map, Drayford quickly found Fernando's workshop.

It was an inconspicuous spice shop, with a workshop on the second floor.

Unlike those spice workshops, workshops are usually very small in scale, and only some alchemists and alchemy apprentices can enter and exit. Even the owner is often blocked by these people to avoid the tragedy of a layman teaching an expert.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to sneak into a place like this. No matter whether you are sneaking or disguised, you will be easily noticed.

But Drivedo naturally has his own way.

"Don't these idiots even take a break?" Squatting on the treetops outside, the goblin waited for an hour or two, but still saw the lights inside were bright, and the alchemists had no intention of getting off work.

"There are six people on the second floor. The attic is full of alchemy raw materials... Maybe we can ask Dabai and the others to help."

The figure of the goblin disappeared from the spot, and the skylight of the attic, which was too small to allow medium-sized creatures to enter or exit, was quietly pried open and closed. Soon, a gap in the trap door leading to the attic was carefully dug out with a dagger, which was only big enough for a mouse to get in.

"This is too pungent!" Drayford grabbed two handfuls of soil for growing plants from the attic and stuffed it into his nose, muttering dissatisfied. He really couldn't figure out why these guys who called themselves a "civilized race" wanted to wear perfume. Wouldn't their brains become dull from smelling too much of this stuff?

A group of local rats in Rose City were summoned by the ranger. Drayford selected the smallest and smartest gray-skinned one among them, and performed the beast perception ritual on it.

This spell allows him to switch his vision and hearing to the senses of the subject beast within an hour by touching a willing beast. When sensing the surroundings through the beast's senses, Drayford will also gain The creature itself has special senses, but it will become deaf and blind.

The alchemists below were so focused on their experiments that no one would notice a little mouse that fell from the attic - and even if they did, they would not waste precious magic on the mouse.

"Who has any prepared spells?" A gray-haired alchemist shouted, "Damn it, if I can't absorb the elements, the cold air will destroy my intermediate product!"

"It's unstable in the air. I can't wait until tomorrow. I have to take the next step immediately!"

"Master Mino, you should have said this in the morning," a middle-aged alchemist sitting next to him said helplessly, "Look outside, it's already dark, who has any remaining spells?"

"I have one more. It seems that my experiment can only be discussed tomorrow." A young halfling raised his hand. He is the youngest one here. Naturally, this kind of self-sacrifice can only be done by him. "But seriously, Mr. Mino, you don't have to be in such a hurry, do you?"

"Yes, your business war trick made all their alchemists go home to rest!" Others laughed, "You can't think of adding the cursed bottle into the alchemy experiment!"

"It's impossible to find someone like Jill!"

"You can't slack off then!" The man called Master Mino said with a serious face, "This morning, Hendricks seemed to have invited a bunch of adventurers to solve this problem. Although they haven't come out yet, we We can’t take this risk, we still have to overcome the difficulties as soon as possible!”

"Yes, we will have whatever we want in terms of bonuses and reputations - especially Professor Mino. If the new perfume sells well enough on the market, you will be able to hold your head high in Eldon College, right?"

"Then I dare not say that," Mino snorted. "The dwarf dean is already suffering from fading syndrome. I don't expect him to react to new things."

"Come on, I'm going to prepare the ceremony - the sooner it's done, the sooner we can relax."

At this moment, they were completely unaware that in the attic, a goblin who was now deaf and blind took out a gem from his pocket.

This is Hendrix's magic collection, which can be used to record sounds within a certain range of the surroundings. It is really the best helper for preserving evidence.

The alchemists below had no idea that their chat had already been recorded verbatim.

At this moment, Drivedo focused his attention on the gray-skinned mouse below.

"It's best to have the real thing that Ron said..." Taking advantage of the halfling's opportunity to cast a spell for Master Minnow, the mouse quietly jumped onto his experimental table. Through the mouse's vision, he quickly I found what I wanted to see: the instrument and the material in the test tube.

As for the red powder, Driver could see it if he looked more closely, but it happened to be placed on Mino's experimental table. There were many people there, so it was really inconvenient.

Dreyfus didn't quite trust the eyes of mice, so it would be more reliable to get closer and take a look at it, and preferably smell it. If something goes wrong, how can he act like a goblin in front of Ivy in the future?

But how to get rid of these people?

In the goblin's mind, a bold and almost crazy idea emerged, and he never thought much about the consequences.

The mouse's sharp nose came to the mouth of a bottle of solution that seemed to have a very pungent smell.

"Crash——" "A sneeze——"

The moment the mouse fell into the flask, the goblin in the attic sneezed loudly!

"Who is up there?!" This sneeze quickly caused a chain reaction: the halfling's spell failed, the fierce cold air immediately destroyed Master Mino's intermediate product, and his own beard, eyebrows and hair were immediately covered with knots. Covered with frost.

The alchemists no longer cared about this. They put down the ladder in a hurry, rushed up to the attic like a swarm, lit up the lights, and tried to find any suspicious traces.

However, just before they opened the trap door, a curtain of shadow and silence radiated out, cutting off all of them from detection while leaping downstairs. That figure, after seizing the target with a clear goal, swaggered away from the door.

It wasn't until the alchemists looked back that they didn't notice that on Master Mino's experimental table, which was messy due to a failed spellcasting, there was an Erlenmeyer flask containing red powder crystals and a flask with a swimming mouse on the halfling's side. Disappear, as if they were never there.