Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 16 The Secret Peeper

The carriage stopped steadily at the door, and a young man immediately greeted him. He had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He was a servant hired by Urdi.

While Erdogan was negotiating with the other party, Chris observed the young man, who had sun-drenched red skin.

Probably not from Loen.It was not difficult for Chris to come to this conclusion.

"Just stop here, I will move it later. If you two are not in a hurry, you can follow me to the back garden now. Mr. Uldi invites you to have afternoon tea."

The manservant bowed slightly towards them, very respectfully.

Chris turned to Erdogan, waiting for his opinion.

Erdogan snorted: "Okay, I haven't caught up with Urdi for a long time."

"Please."

The manservant placed his left hand on his lower abdomen, put the five fingers of his right hand together with the palm pointing upward, tilted his arm slightly downward and pointed to the stone road on the right, smiling and making a standard gesture.

Chris followed the two of them towards the back garden.

Uldi Blanche was a standard fat man. The silk shirt he was wearing could only barely cover his belly, and the buttons were set with valuable gems.

As soon as he saw Erdogan, he stood up from his seat and walked toward him with his arms open and a smile on his face, and the fat on his belly trembled.

"Erdogan, my old friend, long time no see!"

The coachman responded with a fake smile, and the two hugged each other and greeted each other.

"You are..." After ending the hug with Erdogan, Uldi looked at Chris.

"Hello, Mr. Uldi. I'm Chris Doty from Tequila Cantina." Chris reached out his hand.

"Hello." Uldi smiled and shook his hand.

He looks pretty honest... Chris thought to himself.

"You two, please take a seat," Uldi greeted them, "I'm very sorry, my wife took her two children out to class."

The three of them sat down around the table. Urdi said: "Erdogan, I rented this house for a year but didn't live in it for long. The period will expire after a while. If you want to rent it, I can help you." If you talk to the landlord, he should be able to give you a discount."

“Then our family might move to Pulitzer Harbour.”

Then he picked up the goblet and said proudly: "This is the best Damir black tea. It cost a lot of money to transport it from Damir to here."

The cup is about three-quarters full. The bottom is dark red, and the color becomes lighter as it goes up. The water surface is actually transparent.

Seeing Chris's curious face, Urdi smiled and said: "This kind of layering can only occur if the water is soaked in Damir red soil. The red soil is very magical, and the bacon marinated in it is also delicious."

"Mr. Urdi, where can I get 'Azshara Red Clay'?"

Feeling that Uldi was easier to talk to, Chris asked directly.

"Haha, red soil is a specialty of Damir Island, and Roen doesn't have it."

Urdi glanced at Erdogan and then said: "If you need it, I can give you some later, but remember that making 1 liter of tea only requires 1 gram of red soil, so don't waste it. "

"Thank you for your gift." Chris stood up and saluted Urdi.

"No, no," Uldi waved his hand, "I gave it to you for Erdogan's sake. He is a good friend of mine."

"Haha..." Erdogan drank all the black tea in the cup, his back molars chattering.

The two did not stay long at Urdi's house.

Before leaving, the import and export businessman also gave Chris a small bottle of red clay, about [-] grams, as promised.

As soon as he left the house and got into the carriage, Erdogan spat at the closed door: "Bah!"

"Erdogan, what's wrong?" Chris asked. "Why did you just give away the clay in Urdi's hand?" Erdogan glanced at him and said bitterly: "That guy must be pretending to be generous in front of me, screw him!"

"But, hum, that small bottle of red clay should be enough to make that miser feel distressed for more than half a month." Erdogan smiled contemptuously, swinging the reins, "Drive! Back to the tavern!"

Chris smiled, he had already obtained the Azshara clay, and he was in a very good mood now.

……

It was already evening when Chris returned to the tavern. He spent a lot of time looking for pure water. At this time, the tavern was noisy and the smell of alcohol was strong.

He suppressed his inner excitement, said hello to Jason and returned to the room.

It was already evening when Chris returned to the pub, which was noisy and smelled strongly of alcohol.

Chris sat on the bed and placed the materials on the bedside table in order: a small jar of Damir red clay, star crystal, a bowl of pure water, dragon-marked tree trunk bark, and chamomile powder.

He took out the iron pot he borrowed from Jason and poured 100 ml of pure water into it.

Then he sprinkled chamomile powder in, and the fine powder floated on the water.

The unique aroma of chamomile reached the tip of his nose. Chris didn't pause, and then put a piece of dragon-marked tree trunk bark in.

The bitter smell was mixed into the aroma. Chris frowned, took out the same borrowed scale, measured 70g of Damir red soil and poured it into the iron pot.

An indescribable complex smell suddenly washed away the previous bitter smell. All the Damir red soil sank to the bottom of the pot, and the water surface that was translucent just now completely turned earthy red.

If the pot were transparent, Chris would find that the liquid had been divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.

Chris took a deep breath and poured the star crystal into the pot, 50g, no more, no less.

Swah——

A burst of mist diffused from the pot, and the color kept changing between red and blue, just like the starry sky. Chris even felt that there was some unknown existence hidden behind the mist.

When the fog dissipated, Chris took a deep breath, gently picked it up, closed his eyes, and drank it in one breath.

There was a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, and Chris regretted not pinching his nose. The bitter taste made his body tremble unconsciously.

After the potion entered his throat, Chris felt his body burning up instantly without any delay.

At this moment, his whole body was hot and sweating, but the next second, he was trembling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth and persisted. His internal organs seemed to have life and pulses, and they were beating to leave his body.

Feeling a little distracted, he forced himself to concentrate, imagining the complex and strange patterns imprinted in his mind, and painted them one by one in his mind.

This is very helpful for Chris.

When the pattern in his mind was completely formed, he felt an inexplicable warmth, and the restlessness in his body subsided.

Chris opened his eyes and found that the room was filled with starry sky light. He looked down at his body, but saw the top of his head.

Chris gave the idea of ​​"descend", the spirit body and the physical body merged into one, and the fluorescent light emitted by the body disappeared.

He walked into the bathroom, looked up in the mirror, and found that his pupils had turned dark black.

Chris thought for a while, followed what Klein had done, and visualized the "Lord of Mysteries" collection in Star Island in his mind.

Sensing that his spirituality was slowly gathering, Chris tried to control it and restrain it.

After a while, Chris's pupils returned to normal.

However, there was a sudden whisper in his ear.

(End of this chapter)