Section 82: Magic of Refining Gold

"Huh?" Lan Fake was stunned by Lao Xie's sudden words. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a strange itch coming from behind. This was a strange itch from the bone marrow. It was a strange itch from the beginning, but it was barely tolerated, but as Lan Fake kept scratching his back, the strange itch not only did not fade, but became even worse. In the end, the itch made Lan Fake unable to stand firm and sat on the ground.

"Ah, damn it, what's going on!" After Lan Fake fell to the ground, he soon discovered another thing that made him even more desperate, that was that his muscles seemed to be disobedient, so that he lay straight down like a corpse, unable to move, and the strange itch spread rapidly to his body, making him feel that life was worse than death.

After Lanfake fell to the ground, his energy rope disappeared automatically. The old evil, who had regained his freedom, walked to Lanfake with a smile, looked down at the little old man who was like a dead toad, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "You have lived for so many years, why are you not having any brains? If you don't do anything on you, I will let you go so easily?"

"You, what are you doing? I'm so itchy!" Lanfake said in pain.

"Hehe, do I have the obligation to tell you?" Lao Xie asked with a smile.

"Stop it first, okay? I don't want to jump the knife, help him heal his injuries!" Lan Fake said almost begging.

In fact, it is not surprising that Lao Xie’s technique is just to turn it into a slightest magic power of his feminine attribute into a trace and lurks into the meridians in the Blue Fake’s body. As long as he has his own thoughts, he can cause these feminine magic power to explode. They can not only block the Blue Fake’s meridians, but also paralyze the whole body.

The most serious thing is that when this feminine magic power wanders between the meridians, it will produce an unbearable itch. For those who cannot move all over, this is simply a kind of super torture. Lao Xie once used this to control and punish betrayal subordinates. No matter how strong a man is, he can't withstand such stimulation. Lao Xie himself couldn't bear their extremely miserable appearance, so he wouldn't use it easily until he had to.

Now that he saw Lan Fake sweating profusely, Lao Xie knew that he could not stand it anymore, so he waved his hand to return to his position and sneak back into his meridians to hide.

"Ah, I'm so itchy!" After Lan Fake got up, he immediately said with lingering fear: "Boy, what trick are you doing?"

"You don't need to ask this in detail. It's just a ban." Lao Xie then smiled and said, "No matter how you say you are a saint-level master, I guess this small ban will not make you difficult, right?"

"This~" is related to the honor of a master. Of course, Lanfake cannot show weakness, so although he is a little unwilling to give up, he can only say hatefully: "Of course I can unlock it, there is no doubt about this!"

"That's good!" Lao Xie smiled slightly, and didn't say much, but pointed at Krischen and said, "You can help him remove the toxins! I won't ban, otherwise I will bear the consequences~"

"You~" Lan Fake was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, but he had no choice but to say hatefully: "I tell you that I can treat him, but it's just because of my promise just now, not because I'm afraid of you, do you know?"

For this kind of face-saving performance, Lao Xie just smiled contemptuously and didn't say a word!

Lan Fake had no choice but to say to Krischen depressedly: "Come with me!" Then he put away the totem pole and turned around and left.

Lao Xie winked at Krischen and signaled him to follow Lanfake. Krischen nodded gratefully and followed Lanfake into a room. Lao Xie did not go in, but turned around and waved to the guy who led the way.

The guy saw Lao Xie's strength, and now he naturally put away his contempt and ran to Lao Xie respectfully and said, "Young Master, do you have something to do?"

"You can be responsible for entertaining the family's distinguished guest, Lanfake, must be the old man of the family?" Lao Xie asked lightly.

"Yes!" the man hurriedly said: "Our family has served Stephen's family for several generations! We are loyal to the family!"

"Yeah, that's good!" Lao Xie said immediately: "Don't let the slightest part of today's affairs be revealed, otherwise you will implicate the entire family!"

Although Lao Xie did not say it clearly, as the manager of a big family, the guy immediately heard what Lao Xie said, that is, the person who leaked the secrets and exterminated the clan! He was so scared that he hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't worry, my mouth is very tight, I guarantee that I won't reveal a trace of it!"

"Very good, you go back!" Lao Xie nodded with satisfaction. He was actually afraid that he would leak the knife, which would be very troublesome, and maybe he would expose his robbery of the August family. Although he was not afraid of the August family, the fewer such fearless troubles, the better. Fortunately, there were only an outsider here, otherwise Lao Xie would have to make up his mind to kill people and silence them.

After sending that guy away, Lao Xie also walked into the laboratory of Blue Fake. To be honest, the manor provided by the Stephen family was very good. The buildings and supplies in this castle were definitely worthy of the treatment of the Duke of the Kingdom. But the problem is that it was not the nobles who lived here, but a troll.

So, the whole place here became so strange. The master's oil paintings on the wall were full of dirt, and there was even a pool of undried pus. There was a huge ornate dining table in the hall, filled with exquisite and precious gold and silver tableware. However, the tableware now contained not exquisite delicacies, but all kinds of messy things, such as grass roots, tree bark, bones, blood that had turned black, etc., and even a bunch of feces. If a real nobleman saw this, he would be pissed to death.

At this time, Blue Fake had completed the inspection of Krischen, and he said proudly: "It's just a little toxin from the Elf Clan. If it is on others, there may be a little trouble, but for a war soul druid of an Elf Clan, it's very simple to heal!"

When Lao Xie heard this, he immediately looked at Lanfake. Unexpectedly, this old guy really had some materials and easily figured out Krischen's old truth. Since he said so easily, it must be very simple to treat it. Lao Xie urged: "Since it is simple, it's not time to treat it!"

"What's the hurry?" Lan Fake gave Lao Xie a angrily glance, then turned around and came to a cabinet, lowered his head and took out a silver wine glass from it. This cup was obviously a luxury item for the nobles. It not only had exquisite patterns, but also the lightning emblem of the Stephen family. Unfortunately, it's dirty now, full of dust on it, and I don't know how many years have it been moved.

Lanfake casually held the cup and knocked it hard at the edge of the cabinet a few times. While shaking off the dust at the bottom of the cup, he also deformed the precious wine glass, and folded it one by one on the outside of the cup.

He didn't care about destroying a cup worth gold coins, and he wandered around the hall, picking and selecting from various materials here, putting dozens of animal blood, bones, grass roots, tree bark and other things into the cup. What's especially excessive is that he finally grabbed a handful of Natu's feces and threw it in.

After finishing all this, Lanfake covered the mouth of the cup with one hand, and then kept shaking while chanting the spells. Lao Xie could clearly feel that a strange aura was transmitted from Lanfake to the wine glass. Obviously, this was the unique technique of shamans to refining potions.

You should know that almost all races can refine potions have alchemy, and even dwarves can do some. However, whether it is humans, elves and dwarves, their refining methods are similar to those of chemists on earth. They use special vessels for distillation and other processes to finally obtain potions. However, as long as the orcs are not like this, they can directly refine them with the shaman's unique magic as long as they have materials, which is the same as the current situation.

Obviously, the shaman's refining efficiency is higher than that of other races' alchemy, which is extremely effective in the chaotic battlefield, so it is very enviable. Lao Xie also heard the old mage mention it jealously, but he didn't expect to see it today.

The time was not long, and Lanfake completed the refining and gradually stopped. He had no sweat on his face, and he seemed extremely relaxed. He reached out and handed the cup to Krischen and said, "Drink it!"

At this time, there was no longer so much debris in the cup just now. There was only half a cup of painted black viscous liquid inside, just like oil, and it emitted a foul smell. Just looking at it makes me want to vomit, let alone drink it.

Krischen took it with a bitter face and looked at Lao Xie, obviously asking for his opinion.

Lao Xie had no choice but to shrugged helplessly, "I don't know this thing either, but I believe Master Lanfake won't lie to you!" As he said that, he blinked, meaning that the old guy has a handle in my hands. If he dares to fool you, I will make him feel itchy.
Chapter completed!