"Rank 1".

"50ml of distilled water", "10g of phenotype", "10ml of boiling blood of Wagner White Rabbit", "2ml of Feynman Neutralizer".

"Strength up", "Agility up".

"Internal wear".

"Hearing Impairment".

……

"Rank 1".

"Butterfly narcissus dry powder 10g", "Yorchia dry powder 10g", "Columbium powder 15g", "Crick neutralizer 5ml", "Haifel's reagent 10ml".

"'Spirit' grows".

"Internal wear".

"'Spirit' recovers from weakness."

……

There is no doubt that these words are the formula of the war potion!

These are only a part of them, Aldridge reviewed it and roughly figured out what it meant according to the information he had obtained before.

"Rank 1" means that this is the war potion used in the rank 1 stage, followed by the specific formula, "strength enhancement" and so on are the actual effects brought by the potion of the formula, "oral use" is the way of use, "hearing weakening" " etc. are the negative effects of the potion!

There are always nine similar pieces of information coming out of the light springs in my mind, five of which are preceded by 'rank 1', and four are preceded by 'rank 0'.

Aldridge swallowed and said tentatively, "A suitable war potion for the Morpheus cat?"

Another large piece of text emerged from the spring of light in my mind!

That's the recipe for another batch of war potions, and none of them are the same as before!

"What the **** is my 'gold finger'..."

Aldridge muttered to himself, holding down his fast-throwing chest, happy and worried.

So far, his 'Golden Finger' has shown: the distinction of 'mystery', the name of his extraordinary ability, the formula of 'mysterious' cultivation potion, and now even more for each 'mystery' War Potions Recipe!

The only thing these functions have in common is that they all provide information about the "mystery", and nothing other than the "mystery" will give an answer.

After finally calming down from this surprise, Aldrich noticed that these potion formulas also have obvious shortcomings:

First of all, the preparation method is not clear, and Aldridge cannot be sure whether these war potions are also prepared in an orderly manner like cultivating potions.

Secondly, the duration of the ability improvement is not clear, and the validity period of the potion is not clear. Is it a ready-to-use type or a ready-to-use type?

Finally, and most importantly, is there no time limit on the negative effects, such as the negative effect of "impaired hearing", is it permanent or temporary?

Aldridge frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed at himself - he's still a bit greedy, it's good to be able to get the potion formula.

As for those shortcomings, he can experiment one by one after the fact, um... provided there are enough Jinnar and sources of materials.

Aldridge suddenly thought of Rand Hale.

In the short conversation before, the reason why he felt that Rand Haar was ambitious was mainly because of the way he did things.

Proper etiquette, sincere speech, good communication skills, thoughtful thinking, and ability to organize are all traits of ambition.

Maybe Aldridge guessed wrong, these are just Rand's character, but who can guarantee that he really has no ambition?

As long as there are enough Beyonders, the establishment of an underground organization will always follow the trend.

Of course, this wasn't the point he thought of Rand, the point was that Aldridge suddenly discovered that he had unwittingly had enough resources!

Cultivating potion formula, war potion formula... These two points alone are enough to make all unbelievable Beyonders flock to them.

If Rand unearthed his ambitions through his personal ability, then Aldridge's capital was an even stronger force.

Aldridge has always been insecure since he came to this world. Johnny has filled a part as a close relative and friend, and Andrea has filled a part as a good friend, but he still lacks a sense of security - that is the purpose of life!

Some people are simply in order to survive, so they are confused. Some people work hard every day in order to make a career. Aldridge has always just let nature take its course. He has never thought about what he wants...

At this moment, Aldridge seemed to have planted a seed in his heart, a seed that excited him but could only be restrained.

Everything is still too early, too early. When one day he grows strong enough, let this seed germinate!

……

Rolle District, Church of Life, Dungeon.

Rita came to this place she hated again. What drove her to do it was her inner unease. She didn't know why she wanted to see El Lind again.

As the Vagan tree people's secret contract, she has such a right.

The **** Malik Thatcher has decided to clean up this young man. Rita thinks that he is a little too ruthless. Even if he keeps him locked up, it will better reflect the mercy of the mother goddess than to deal with it directly.

Along the dim dungeon corridor, she hurriedly walked to the door of the 5th cell on the left. Under the candlelight, she saw the figure of Al Linde again. He was motionless, hugging his knees and burying his face. , Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is normal, really am I being over-hearted... Rita smiled lightly, maybe she hasn't broken free from Searle's death.

At this moment, Al, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to Rita in front of the cell door.

Rita's heart skipped a beat when she saw those eyes in the darkness, she took a few quick breaths, and goosebumps instantly covered her body.

Then she lost consciousness.

Al in the cell laughed softly and silently, his eyes were definitely not chaotic, but very clear!

"Open."

He laughed for a while, and spit out two words lightly.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the corner of the corridor, and slowly opened the prison door with the key in hand. This shadow showed his eyes in the dim light, but it didn't have any brilliance!

Al walked out of the cell step by step, raised his head, took a deep breath, and grinned:

"This pleasant smell...the smell of sin and freedom!"

However, at the end of the corridor came another dull voice:

"Why~lightnovelpub.net~ made you orgasm?"

Al turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he said: "What a sensitive hound."

In the darkness at the end of the corridor, a tall figure walked out steadily, it was Malik Thatcher.

He remained expressionless, and said indifferently: "Originally, I just thought that there were extraordinary remnants of a colorful snake in your body, but I didn't expect that there was actually a king snake hidden in your body."

Al smiled, clapped his hands gently, and said in admiration, "Marrick Thatcher, I remember your name."

"Al Lind is dead?" Malik asked indifferently, his expression unchanged.

"Oh? You actually care about the owner of this body... Haha, of course he died, the moment I hatched, he died, not to mention, the feeling of despair before his death was really delicious. !"

Malik suddenly made a playful "ha", his tone became cold: "It looks like you haven't fully woken up yet."

El's face changed, and countless slits were cracked on the surface of his body. The dense eyeballs spread all over his body like a beehive. He said:

"It's enough to deal with you."

All the eyeballs shone brightly, and in every cell here, a pair of arms suddenly opened the iron door of the cell!

Now it was Malik's turn to change his face.

About thirty figures, tall or low, strong or thin, staggered out of the cage, almost filling the corridor. Their eyes were blank, staring at Malik relentlessly like zombies.

Al sneered softly, his eyes slowly turned, and he said, "What do you think I'm here for?"

"kill him!"