"Elf potion? What is that?" Locke asked.

"A good thing that can extend your lifespan." Old Cole kept it a secret.

They clapped their hands, and Lily brought two cups of tea to deliver it to a seat in the store.

After pursing his lips, Old Cole moistened his throat before saying, "You know, our Death Knives and Memeli's hut are not very friendly."

Locke nodded, it was no secret.

The three major magician organizations in the Kingdom of Manhattan are united externally, but the conflict between Nememeli's hut and Death Knives has intensified to the extreme. With the help of Shadow Tower, this stable state has been maintained until now.

"The Memeli's cottage branch in Crimea City is planning to hold a trial event in the Demon Forest Secret Realm. The third-class mission prize is a bottle of elf potion. Are you interested in participating?" asked Old Cole.

"You haven't answered me what is the Elves Potion? And the trial activity of Memeli's cottage, can I participate?" Locke rolled his eyes.

"Elf potion is a magic potion that can improve human physique and is fundamentally changed." Old Cole said.

Lock understood, "Transformed into other creatures?" Lock raised his eyebrows.

He heard that many of these types of potions are mostly for discounts to increase their lifespan, but in fact they transform people into monsters that are neither human nor ghost.

Some people can give up everything for their strength and life span, but Locke is not, he hasn't reached that point yet.

"Hey, don't use this expression!" Old Cole saw Locke's expression and knew that he was wrong. "It was transformed into a half-elf. Have you heard of it?"

Old Cole took out the blaster he hung around his waist, knocked on the table and lit the fire, took a deep breath and said, "If it weren't for your practice of wind-based fighting spirit, I wouldn't have told you this."

Elf, Locke has heard of it, but he has never heard of it.

The elves are the most popular creatures of high-level magicians and knights.

Both men and women are extremely handsome in appearance, and with a physique that is stronger than ordinary humans, magicians and knights above level one like to use this kind of alien creature that is very similar to humans as their own personal pet to vent their animal desires.

"Half-elves can only be produced in two ways, one is the son of a mixed-blood of humans and elves, and the other is to take elves potions." Old Cole told Locke.

"How many physiques and talents can be inherited from the elves?" Converting bloodlines is nothing more than pursuing stronger strength and potential. Locke asked what he cared about the most.

Old Cole sucked the cigarette mouth again, spit out a spike of spicy smoke and said, "I don't know much, I have to have the foundation of a mid-level attendant."

The foundation of the intermediate serf means that even if ordinary people use this potion, they can instantly obtain the power of the intermediate serf. If they are used by Locke, the effect will definitely be stronger. This is the transformation of the origin of life.

"The most important thing is that it can have an extra 100 years of life. Are you not moved?" Old Cole smiled with a yellow teeth on his lips.

The lifespan of an elves is 400 years on average, so the lifespan of a half-elves is 200 years, which is a great attraction for magicians and knights who have not yet been promoted to the first level.

"I'll consider it." Locke lowered his head and thought, thinking of his parents and Xia Xi, and the right way to take the Elf Potion to them.

"What are you thinking about? The elves are famous for their affinity with the three elements of water, wood and wind, and they are just right with your fighting spirit." Old Cole encouraged.

"Why don't you guys from Death Knives participate in this kind of good thing?" Locke asked strangely.

"Of course I participated, but I still have a recommended place here. If there is no suitable candidate, I chose you." Old Cole said, "Is it fun?"

"It's great!" Locke slapped Old Cole on the shoulder vigorously, and grinned.

The conflict between Memeli's cottage and Death Knives has been around for a long time. It can add to the events held by its opponents. Some senior executives in the Death Knives organization must be happy to see it.

"The third prize is the elf potion, what about the first prize and the second prize?" Locke asked curiously.

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

"The second prize is a super first-level magic weapon, a second-level magician in Memeli's cottage used by a staff of the first-level stage." Old Cole said, and he had inquired a lot of information.

When Locke heard the Leaf of Life, which could increase the success rate of promotion to one level, his eyes moved.

"But I advise you not to get involved in the first and second prizes. I wonder how many magicians and geniuses from Memeli's cottage are staring at these two prizes." Old Cole saw that Locke was interested in the first and second prizes, and hurriedly advised.

Locke has increased his turnover by one-third in the past two months. He doesn't want Locke to die like this. "I see that you still have some hope for the third prize. The fourth prize and the fifth prize are also good," said Old Cole.

"What is the fourth prize, the fifth prize?" Locke asked casually.

"The fourth prize is the egg of a quasi-level monster, and the fifth prize is the two hundred advanced magic crystals." Old Cole said.

"Hell, is this your old job?" Locke sniffed. It was such a big deal in just one branch. Meimeili's cottage is really a rich man.

"Yes, otherwise our Death Knives Scar organization would not have sent someone to snipe." Old Cole said with a smile.

Locke glanced at Old Cole, and knew without guessing that among the first and second prize competitors, there must be a genius from the Death Knives organization that was targeted.

"So, do you want to participate? If it weren't for the provision that only people below level 1 were allowed to participate within the Crimean urban area, I wouldn't have considered you." Old Cole shouted strangely.

"Okay, I'll participate!" said Locke.

"Hehe, yes." Old Cole smiled. A quasi-knight participated in the organization instead of the Death Knives. Whether he won or not, he had the reward given by the above.

Anyway, the senior executives of the Death Knives organization meant to make things difficult for Meimeili's hut. As long as you feel disgusted, I will make a profit.

"Give it!" Old Cole reached out to Locke and said.

"What?"

"Five advanced crystal cores, entrance fee." Old Cole said.

"...so expensive?" Locke was powerless to complain.

"Nonsense, otherwise you think Memeli's cottage is open? I'll prepare so many prizes for you for free."

So the high-level crystal core that Locke had just traded from old Cole, and then returned it to old Cole, which was equivalent to spending three days in vain in the forest.

"This is the admission certificate, I will take you there when the time comes!" Old Cole threw Locke a skull-shaped medal.
Chapter completed!