Chapter 55 Gravekeeper Potion

From the gravekeeper to Shandel, from Shandel to the cemetery, from the cemetery to the Church of the Rose, from the Church of the Rose to the eccentricity of a certain priest

Yago also finally understood the characteristics of this Extraordinary team leader.

Talkative? talkative? Language rich?

Yago's thinking wandered between euphemistic, derogatory, or more euphemistic evaluations.

And the next moment, the Potionist Dantès stepped out of the room about ten minutes later, holding a coffee cup in his hand.

He came to the side of the two, directly handed the cup in his hand to Yago, and then walked into the narrow "prison room" with the sound of fetters without saying anything.

"Remember to lock the door and deliver meals on time."

After saying this sentence, there was no sound in the room.

"What are you waiting for?" Friesen glanced at him, "Drink the potion."

"Is this the potion?" Yago looked at the beige liquid in the white coffee cup.

There are still foams floating on the surface of the liquid, and there are undissolved, or probably undissolved powders in it.

Even more suspicious than Banlangen Granules, where did you pick up a handful of incense ash?

"That's right, the 'Gravekeeper' potion." Friesen responded, "Drink it quickly, the potion that has been blended will go bad."

Is there any talk of metamorphosis?

"I see." Yago muttered and nodded.

Looking at the potion in the cup, he struggled a little.

Taking two kinds of potions at the same time will make you go crazy if you step on two boats. According to Elsa, the way is very specific, and you don’t accept playboys.

However, he doesn't want to go crazy.

Take a gamble!

Glancing at Friesen who was still watching him, Yago also understood that he didn't have any chance to do anything.

I can only gamble!

The left hand that was holding the gold coin and the cane at the same time loosened slightly, and the gold coin slipped from the palm of his hand.

The Gambler's Fallacy!

The gold-plated coin that was supposed to slide down in a straight line, seemed to have received some force, the moment it slipped from his palm, it began to flip up and down irregularly, and landed on the ground.

Yago was also very surprised.

The last time I used the gambler's fallacy, I felt the pressure.

He is very familiar with it, that is the feeling that the number of times the ability can be used has reached the limit.

However, when he pressed the coffee cup to his lips with the determination to drink the potion with the determination to endure the pain and hallucinations that came, Yago discovered that the pain and hallucinations did not appear.

Not only was there no attack, but there was no feeling of pressure at all.

Why?

"What's wrong with you?" Friesen's slightly changed voice came.

Yago's heart tightened, and he immediately said silently:

"Lucky!"

At the same time, he drank the liquid in the cup.

It's like drinking a Radix Radix drink that has not completely dissolved in the granule. No, bitter melon water, no, it is even worse than bitter melon water. The sand-like particles flow through the esophagus together with the liquid, and the particles rub against the esophagus. There is a slight tingling and inexplicable feeling The cold feeling spread to my mind together.

However, at the same time, the words floating on the pages of the system book are

【Luck Check = 61】

[Luck check = 77/50, failed]

It's over, I'm going crazy, shit!

Yago couldn't help but swear, why did he fail at such an important pass! ?

and the coin is

Yago's eyes stopped at the gold coin under his feet, and the head of the king explained the result of his bet just now.

success.

Then there will be failure.

However, he has no time to think.

Everything in front of him, whether it was the subterranean corridor covered in dim light, or Friesen standing in front of him, watching him suspiciously, or the unclosed dark room, quickly became blurred.

Everything turned gray and white, and the color of everything faded from reality to phantom.

But this is only the beginning of the illusion, not the end yet.

The world in front of me seemed to be a phantom reflected on the water surface, suddenly distorted and swayed in slight fluctuations.

Countless distorted images of black, white and gray overlapped in front of his eyes, and illusory, fuzzy gray fog diffused and overlapped in his vision.

Around him, in his field of vision, blurred shadows emerged, some of which looked like animals, some of which looked like buildings, and some of which looked like human figures.

It is different from the image seen when using the Gambler ability to excessively fall into hallucinations.

Although his vision was blurred and his consciousness was quite erratic, he didn't feel the unbearable pain.

Still, there were whispers.

The source of the sound is vague and unidentifiable, as if every black, white and gray illusory scene in front of me is the source of the sound.

Hoarse, sharp, weird, and indistinct ravings poured into Yago's mind.

Although it was still unbearable, Yago felt that his head was about to burst, but it was much easier than the hallucination he felt before.

It would be too easy to call it crazy.

He has such thoughts.

He has thoughts that are not clear but can roughly form outlines, instead of being submerged in the abyss of confusion and pain that he couldn't even think about as before.

There is a feeling similar to being swept by a spiritual tide.

By the way, this time.

Take back the inspiration, take back the inspiration.

Yago tried hard to visualize the third eye on his forehead with some vague thinking, and visualized the scene of it closing.

Just when he repeated his muttering to himself for the third time, he suddenly felt a sense of imbalance as if he was sinking to the bottom of the water or floating to the surface.

The distorted scene quickly returned to normal, the fog also quickly dissipated, the illusion quickly solidified, the faded colors also returned, and the cold feeling quickly faded away.

In the perception that his thinking gradually became clear, his consciousness returned.

"Hoo-hoo--"

In a trance and dizziness, Yago took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and gasped.

He frowned, shook his head, and gradually regained consciousness.

"Diago?" Friesen asked in a slightly different tone from before.

"What's wrong?"

Yago, who was trying to stand more stably with the cane in his left hand, suddenly found that the cane fell to the ground at some point. He bent down, picked up the cane and the coin together, and said at the same time:

"Captain, is there any water, this thing is too bad to drink?"

"No chaos. No madness. Am I overthinking it?"

Watching Yago, who touched his throat and tugged at his collar and asked for a drink of water, Friesen smiled and suppressed the doubts in his heart:

"Before that, let's release your spiritual mist to have a look and confirm the changes in yourself, shall we?"

When he said this, his expression was the same as before, but his pupils turned from light green to dark green.

"Oh well."

Although Friesen's face and expression looked normal, Yago did not ignore the change in his eyes.

He was extremely nervous, but Yago didn't show it on his face, he acted naturally, he visualized the third eye again, and visualized the opening of the non-existent eye.

Immediately, a cold, dark silver-gray mist gushed out from his body.