night.
Hotel, in the room where Richard lives.
In front of the table, Richard sat upright, holding a quill, writing and drawing on the papyrus scroll. He would occasionally stop and think deeply for a long time before he started to draw.
For a moment, Richard took a long breath and looked at a complex pattern on the scroll, his eyes twinkling.
"There shouldn't be any problem." Richard said, his eyes becoming sharper.
After finishing speaking, Richard took off the No. 1 ring in his hand, used the space iron ring, and began to work on it seriously - instead of carving a new magic pattern, he made the "accelerated recovery" magic pattern a little more complicated. .
This is the result of research in recent days. After testing the magic patterns on the inner wall of the drift bottle many times, Richard found a way to strengthen the "accelerated recovery" function of the magic patterns, which he is now using in practice.
Since he had repeatedly simulated it many times in his mind and considered various situations, coupled with the powerful ability of the "absolute processing of space precision" of the space iron ring, it didn't take long for Richard to complete the "accelerated recovery" magic pattern. Improve.
Because it was engraved on the inconspicuous silver-white No. 1 ring, even if it was improved, it still looked the same, but Richard knew that the function had been significantly enhanced.
Putting the No. 1 ring back on his finger, Richard turned his hand and took out a scalpel from the space iron ring. Then he lifted his arm and slashed his forearm with an expressionless expression.
The scalpel was very sharp, and with a single stroke, blood flowed out happily, dripping down the arm toward the table.
With a thought in Richard's mind, different types of free energy elements emerged from the source of magic in his body, the No. 1 ring was activated, and the improved "accelerated recovery" spell was released.
The next moment, visible to the naked eye, the blood flow slowed down rapidly, and the blood on the surface of the wound began to become a little viscous. This was due to the rapid aggregation of platelets. Not long after, the long and narrow wound had formed a bloody scab. Afterwards, the blood scab fell off, leaving a white mark on the wound. After that, the white marks disappeared little by little, and the skin of the forearm returned to normal.
This is exactly the effect of the improved "accelerated recovery": on the basis of accelerating the recovery of injuries and endurance over a long period of time, it can further allow injuries to recover in a shorter time. The price to pay is physical weakness caused by rapid cell division and a large consumption of stored energy in the body.
Currently, this effect can only be used on skin wounds and is not very effective. But Richard is confident that with continued research on the drift bottle spell, he can recover bone damage and even internal organ trauma. At that time, maybe you can use this to disguise yourself as an invincible and powerful bloody seed owner.
With this thought in mind, Richard picked up the scalpel and cut his forearm again. This time the wound was not long, but very deep, almost to the point of showing the bone.
Richard once again released the "accelerated recovery" spell. Visible to the naked eye, granulations sprouted from the incisions of flesh and blood, quickly intertwined together, and the wounds quickly bonded and returned to their original state.
Richard's eyes flashed, and after trying a few movements to make sure they had no effect, he picked up a quill, started writing quickly on a new papyrus scroll.
"Shashasha..."
After recording the data, Richard put down his quill and continued testing.
In the eyes of outsiders, Richard is a psychopathic self-abuse and self-mutilation, but in Richard's eyes, he is just collecting the data needed for the experiment.
When the cold scalpel slides open the soft, elastic, body-temperature muscles, it is indeed very painful, but in Richard's understanding, this is just the display of nerve signals in the brain, nothing more than electrical signals. The signal is released without any fear or resistance.
"Pfft", a knife...
"Poof", another stab...
…
After a while.
Richard carefully wiped the blood on the table and the ground with a dry cloth, and threw it into the space iron ring to prevent any suspicious traces. Then, holding a quill, he quickly wrote some summaries on another new papyrus scroll on the table.
"...To sum up, the effect of this spell is similar to..."
After finishing writing, Richard stood up and stretched, moved his body, and prepared to take a rest. After all, there were still things to do after dawn. But as soon as he stood up, an indescribable feeling of hunger emerged from his body, as if every cell in his body was asking for energy.
"Hmm... There were too many tests, and the 'accelerated recovery' was used too much, so did it consume too much energy?" Richard pursed his lips and thought, "In that case..."
The next moment, Richard opened the door with a creak and stepped out.
Walking to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Richard saw that although the place was not closed, there were only a few candles lit and it was very deserted. After all, it was already midnight, and except for a few drunkards lying half-drunk on the table, there was no one else.
Richard didn't pay attention to this, and walked straight to the counter, knocked on the counter, and woke up the sleeping clerk lying on the counter.
"Y-yawn-" the waiter opened his eyes, braced himself and asked quickly, "Does this guest need anything?"
"I want something to eat."
"Excuse me, do you want..."
"Two freshly baked breads, two bowls of mushroom soup, two medium-rare steaks, less salt..." Richard said quickly.
The waiter's eyes widened little by little as he listened to Richard talking about the various foods. Of course, the hotel's kitchen can make these things, but the problem is that it's already midnight. The waiter had already imagined that if he went to wake the cook up, he would definitely get a scolding.
The waiter had a troubled look on his face, looked at Richard and couldn't help but whispered: "Guest, look, you've eaten so much tonight, I'm afraid it's not good, it's probably not good for your health. Otherwise …”
"Pah", Richard didn't say anything more, he just slapped a gold coin on the counter.
The guy's eyes instantly straightened.
gold!
"One-third of this gold coin will be given to you as a tip, one-third will be given to the chef in the kitchen as hard work, and the remaining one-third will be used as meal expenses. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The man shook his head vigorously.
"Can it be done?" Richard asked again.
"It can definitely be done." The guy almost threw his head away.
This is a gold coin! One gold coin was almost as much as his year's salary, and even one-third of it was enough to keep him working for several months. With so much tip, how can you be afraid of the chef scolding you? When the time comes, show the gold coin to the chef and tell the chef that one-third of his money is in it. The chef should stop swearing and just kneel down and call daddy. These days, having money means being rich.
But then again, isn’t giving a third to the chef a bit much? Anyway, the chef doesn't know the specific situation, so he will give the other party... one-tenth when the time comes. I think the chef will be happy that he can't find the east, west, north, and south. Well, that's it.
With this thought in mind, the waiter put away the gold coins on the counter, smiled at Richard and quickly ran into the kitchen at the back.
…
Not long after, Richard sat at a table in the hall. A lot of food was served, and Richard began to eat happily.
For a moment, Richard wiped out the food like a whirlwind and felt a sense of sufficiency. The feeling that many cells in his body were strongly demanding energy had disappeared.
He stood up and was about to walk back to the room when suddenly something caught his eye. Turning his head, Richard looked towards a dark corner without candles in the hotel lobby and saw a figure sitting in front of a table.
This is…
Richard stepped closer, walked gently to the figure, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Macbeth?"
"Yeah." The other party responded, picked up a wine glass in the dark, and drank it all in one gulp, with a bit of self-mockery, "I deliberately sat in such a dark place, and you discovered me."
"If you lay down on the table like the rest of the drunkards, you wouldn't be noticed - you sit up so straight, it's so obvious."
"So..." muttered Macbeth, then asked, "Do you know why I am here?"
"It has something to do with the question Nancy asked you during the day."
"Forehead… "
"Want to hear a story?" asked Macbeth.
"I don't really want to hear it." Richard said frankly.
"In that case..." Macbeth raised his hand as if to shoo someone away, but in the end he pointed to the seat next to him in the darkness, "Then sit down and listen."
Richard shrugged, knowing that no matter what his answer was, Macbeth's answer would be the same, so he had to sit in the seat next to him.
Macbeth began to tell: "Once upon a time... I actually had a wizard attendant, but because of an accident, she died..."
"Um, what next?"
"What after? There is no after."
"Forehead… "
"By the way." Macbeth remembered something and said slowly, "She has beautiful blond hair, likes yellow iris flowers, and shiny gold coins. In addition... she especially likes to eat marmalade with salt. "
Richard suddenly understood something.
"Okay, I'm done telling my story." Macbeth turned his back immediately, looked at Richard, and his tone became cold, "You can go back to your room and sleep."
"Yes." Richard stood up and was about to leave.
"Remember." Macbeth warned again in the darkness, "You are not allowed to say these words to anyone, otherwise... I will kill you."
"Then Lord Macbeth, why did you tell me?" Richard couldn't help but said in his heart, but on the surface he still nodded and said seriously, "Yes."
Then he turned around and walked upstairs.
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