... This thing is a bit fierce.
"Since it's going to dissolve in blood... can I touch it?"
Annan asked: "Or will it pollute?"
"How is it possible, just touch it casually."
Salvatore couldn't help laughing, "If it's so easily polluted, it's not the Philosopher's Stone. Even if you sprinkle dust in it, it won't be polluted.
"But be careful. Although it looks like a water-like liquid, its weight is close to the same volume of mercury, which is much heavier than it looks. If you don't pay attention, you may break a bone."
Seeing that Annan was about to step forward, Salvatore reminded.
Annan nodded: "Understood."
As he approached the ceremony field, he clearly felt waves of heat rushing towards his face.
A little closer, the temperature will increase a lot, and sweat will soon seep from Annan's body. The overly hot air made it difficult to breathe, and even the eyeballs felt hot.
It's almost like being in a boiler room... No, it should be hotter than the boiler room.
Annan suddenly realized why Salvatore asked him to wear less clothes before.
The moment Annan touched the flowing liquid Philosopher's Stone, he really felt the sharp pain of the impact on his fingers.
A curtain of light immediately appeared in front of his eyes:
[Hermesian Philosopher's Stone]
[Type: Consumables/Ritual Materials/Sacrifice/Wonderful Object]
[Description: The Philosopher's Stone in the style of the Hermes School, which has not yet been purified.]
[Description: You have never heard that it can be used as a ritual material]
[Description: You have never heard that it can be used as a sacrifice]
[Effect: After injecting a certain amount, a temporary level will be obtained within 0 seconds. Currently, the level can be increased to level 4.]
[Price: Severe pain all over the body within three days]
… level 4
Annan was taken aback.
According to the current rules, the Bronze Rank is from level 20, the Silver Rank is from 2 to 30... the Gold Rank should be from 3 to 40.
According to Salvatore, it is very lucky to be able to upgrade the Stone of Truth to level 40 after using it.
Level 4 available...
This should be the order of truth, right
Could it be because of the Book of Skycart
This is also possible.
But... Hermes
Does this world also have Hermes? Or is there a god with this name
No, not likely.
Annan quickly dismissed the idea.
If Hermes is really the name of a god, this should belong to arcane knowledge. He won't get it so easily.
"It's quite heavy, isn't it?"
Behind Annan, Salvatore said very proudly: "I actually didn't expect that I could configure it successfully..."
"... Are you a genius?"
Annan couldn't help admiring.
Hearing this, Salvatore was silent for a moment and coughed lightly: "Well, it's okay."
He folded his arms tightly, as if trying to retract himself inside his body. It seemed that the mood lost a lot at once, and he remained silent.
Looking at Salvatore's appearance, Annan was thoughtful.
He probably guessed it.
There is always an inexplicable and heavy pressure on Salvatore, and a vague inferiority complex.
But that doesn't make sense.
He is the son of the black tower, which proves that his talent is better than the tower master of this generation.
Such an outstanding young man is good if he is not arrogant. Look at Arthur, that is the character and psychological quality of a serious gold reserve.
Compared with Arthur, who is full of confidence, Salvatore is not only inferior, he is almost autistic...
Now it seems that his extraordinary talent seems to be ineffective. Salvatore is troubled by this.
Annan couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.
What's so bothersome about it...
Isn't it enough for a genius like this type of erratic talent to use external forces to make up for his shortcomings? Let your teammates decide the lower limit, and you can decide the upper limit yourself.
Yes, the protagonists of the explosive seeding flow are all configured in this team.
"Say it, senior."
Annan asked nonchalantly: "Do you have any good things here? The more fun ones."
"Ah, there are."
Hearing Annan's question, Salvatore thought for a while, and then answered: "But you have to put on some clothes. There are my winter clothes in the closet over there. Put on your cotton shoes and walk to In the innermost part of the dungeon, there is a magic mirror."
"... magic mirror?"
Really
Annan looked a little strange.
He kind of realized it.
The family background of this son of the black tower may be stronger than he imagined.
Just that ruby the size of a pigeon egg is not something that ordinary people can get. Not to mention the formula for the Philosopher's Stone.
But... what kind of magic mirror is it
Annan walked towards the wardrobe pointed by Salvatore, and asked casually, "What kind of magic mirror?"
Is it the kind that can ask questions? Or watch the video
Or the licking kind
"It's a spell."
Salvatore put back the panacea in his hand, and explained with his back to Annan: "There is a compound spell of the prophet school and the idol school in it, which allows you to see the essence of your soul... Of course, It is more abstract.
"For example, if I put golden mistletoe in front of a mirror, it will reflect golden oak trees, dripping blood, beating hearts, babies crying, bulls' horns. It means it has the ability to bring the dead back to life, And powerful healing power. We generally use it to test mysterious items, but in general, what it indicates still needs to be analyzed by yourself.
"However, in the absence of clues, it is still somewhat useful. At least it can reveal a vague research direction. For the time being, it is better than nothing."
Salvatore turned around and smiled casually: "It's like the 'analysis' performed on you by those soul-reapers. It's something you can believe or not. It's just a good way to pass the time."
"Okay, I'll go and have a look!"
Annan put on the ridiculously heavy cotton-padded clothes and cotton-padded shoes, and walked towards the dungeon with great interest.
He didn't really want to see the magic mirror.
It's just that he has already finished reading the Philosopher's Stone, if he proposes to leave at this time, it will seem too deliberate; and if he stays where he is, the atmosphere will be awkward.
He just quietly gave Salvatore a private space to adjust his mood.
"Don Juan has almost discovered your secret, Thrall."
A low, frantic, echoing voice sounded from the bottom of Salvatore's heart: "Have you thought about what to do?"
Salvatore was silent.
He just walked slowly to the side of the Philosopher's Stone, reached out and gently touched the flowing red liquid.
The river, which was only the thickness of two fingers, flicked his fingers out the moment he touched it. It's like reaching out to touch a high-speed spinning wheel.
"If I were you, I'd kill him."
Shadow said with a low smile, "He knows too many of our secrets, Thrall."
"shut up."
Salvatore said calmly: "At least for now, I will manage this body."
As he spoke, he inserted his right index finger into the Philosopher's Stone.
The moment he inserted his finger into the ceremony, the Philosopher's Stone instantly lit up with red light, and the speed of its rotation gradually slowed down and then stopped. Then the sunken lines on the table lit up one by one, and the red gemstones hanging as high as the sun shone with dazzling brilliance.
A red light appeared in Salvatore's pupils, like the reflection of a red gemstone.
He was silent for a long time before slowly pulling out his fingers. The ceremony was instantly extinguished, and the Philosopher's Stone began to spin again.
His index finger was emitting white smoke, and the rotting wound healed almost instantly.
"The purification failed, right? As I said, you have no talent. Thrall... what can you do well on your own?"
The shadow laughed and repeated: "You are a piece of trash. You will fall asleep sooner or later, you will soon be unable to hold on."
"I may not be able to do anything," Salvatore calmed down instead, "but if you were me... you would have been unable to hold on, and fell asleep."
"Effort without talent is meaningless."
Shadow repeated: "How many more times do you want to fail?"
But Salvatore didn't say much.
He just leisurely looked at the direction Annan was leaving, gentle and calm.