Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

Chapter 395 Lin Ruo: Ah This (for subscription)

It is naturally not difficult for Lin Ruo to collect auxiliary materials for preparing the judge's potion.

But even so, because of the scarcity of relevant materials on the market—Lin Ruo reasonably suspected that this was the fault of the Loen military—it still took Lin Ruo a few days to collect all the auxiliary materials.

At the same time, in the past few days, in addition to his daily studies, Klein finally digested his magician potion completely. It took a total of two months and five days. Compared with other people who often take half a year to start even if they have impersonation methods, it can't be said that they are not geniuses.

So the two people who were about to be promoted entered the new alchemy laboratory of Sherlock's office together under such circumstances.

"Shall I take the medicine first or you first?" Lin Ruo casually leaned on a chair, looked at Klein next to him, and said with a smile.

"You come first... But is it really okay to drink the potion of Sequence 6 directly?" Klein naturally wouldn't argue about this kind of matter, but looked at Lin Ruo with a subtle and worried expression.

He knew that Lin Ruo only had Sequence 9 now, and he also knew that Lin Ruo planned to drink the potion of Sequence 6 directly to become a judge. Although reason told Klein that since Lin Ruo dared to do this, there would be no problem, but emotionally, Klein was still worried about Lin Ruo's act of dying from the perspective of mysticism.

This kind of mood is like watching your good friend go skydiving. Although you know that there is probably no problem, you still sweat when you watch your friend jump off the plane.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Ordinary people are looking for death by doing this, but I'm not an ordinary person. Drinking potions is like drinking water to understand." Lin Ruo smiled and comforted her.

Hearing this, Klein relaxed a little, but his expression became more subtle. He couldn't help but complain, "Drinking potions is like drinking water... Are you really not the Creator?"

"Strictly speaking, the Creator does not have the ability to drink potions like drinking water. Of course, I am referring to the Creator of the City of Silver." Lin Ruo said solemnly, and took out the materials needed to prepare the judge's potion from the metal box. , and began to skillfully mix the potion according to the process.

After all the steps were completed, a cup of strong colored potion that looked like blooming metallic flowers melting in water appeared in Lin Ruo's hands.

"This looks quite throaty... tsk." Lin Ruo held the judge's potion in one hand, pinched his chin with the other, and looked at the judge's potion in the cup, which looked like a work of art, but not something that could be drunk. , adjusted his breathing, and poured down the whole cup of potion as soon as he closed his eyes.

How should I describe the taste of the judge's potion? It's like swallowing cold metal raw, or something exploded on the taste buds. Lin Ruo's expression froze, but she still gnashed her teeth and swallowed the judge's potion.

Can't vomit, can't vomit, no matter how bad the drink is, you can't vomit!

——Why does this potion taste worse with each bottle? Hasn't anyone thought of improving the taste of the potion after all these years?

Lin Ruo was puzzled.

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And after swallowing the potion that was so bad to drink, Lin Ruo felt the familiar trance again, and then there seemed to be a picture unfolding in front of his eyes, but it was slightly blurred, as if separated by a layer of smoke.

This seems to be in a certain study room. Lin Ruo glanced around, and everywhere he saw was asymmetrical decorations that could kill obsessive-compulsive disorder. The features were so obvious that one could tell at a glance that this place was probably related to a certain black emperor. .

Lin Ruo let out a "tsk" in her heart, and found that she was standing in front of a certain table, and behind the table, a mature and handsome middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes was squinting at him. It was a majesty that even ordinary high-sequence Beyonders could not resist, and a string of black beads was wrapped around his hand.

In his memory, he obviously turned a blind eye to this kind of majesty, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was in a daze.

"Lin Ruoqing, do you still remember what you promised me?"

The middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes spoke, his voice was deep and mellow, and his majesty was even stronger.

Lin Ruo felt that the other party might probably be a little angry, and at the same time he was sure that he felt an emotion similar to a guilty conscience from himself.

"Cough..." Lin Ruo heard himself coughing lightly, and said in an unreasonable and confident way: "Solomon, I'm already back, and it didn't take long, right?"

"Is this a matter of time?" Solomon suddenly slammed the bead string in his hand on the table, and the anger contained in his tone became colder and colder.

"You know how dangerous the starry sky is, but you still dare to take Bethel with you. Are you looking for death?"

"Lin Ruoqing, look into my eyes and answer me, what are you thinking?"

Lin Ruo: ...

Ah this!

starry sky? Bethel? Fuck!

Lin Ruo felt that the amount of information in these words might be a little too much.

In his memory, Lin Ruo smiled guilty when facing Solomon's question, and said, "I didn't really go to the starry sky... I just looked at it from afar."

"Oh." Solomon sneered, still looking at him coldly, "Looked at him from a distance, and was almost caught by Desire Cassava? If you didn't look at him from a distance, you would still want to have a child for him No."

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Thinking of a cassava that made people lose their sanity, Lin Ruo instantly denied San Lian in his heart, and at the same time, he was curious about what kind of death he had committed in his memory.

This sounds braver than Russell!

Just thinking about it like this, Lin Ruo heard him say in his memory:

"Okay, I admit, I was wrong, I repent, I shouldn't go to the stars, I won't do it next time..."

The tone is sincere, the words are sincere, and it sounds quite sincere.

As for whether it is "actively admitting mistakes and daring to do it next time", I don't know.

"You... oh." Solomon seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed helplessly.

He looked at Lin Ruo, then waved his hands impatiently and said, "I hope you will do what you say... go to Sir Arista, he has been handling official duties for you for a month, as a teacher, you can't Leave it all to the students."

Lin Ruo could feel that his expression froze instantly in his memory, and after a few seconds, he said with a weak tone:

"oh……"

In his memory, he seemed to be planning to leave, but before turning around, he remembered something, took out a bunch of things from a ring that seemed to be space equipment, and placed them on Solomon's table.

"A special spiritual ore produced in the depths of the spiritual world. I remember that you seem to need this thing recently. When I saw it, I brought it back for you."

In his memory, he said so, and left the study sullenly after finishing speaking.

As for the expression of Solomon who received the gift, Lin Ruo didn't know. He just blinked his eyes and followed his past self through the palace full of asymmetrical beauty, and finally entered a room.

"Little Arista, I'm back from a trip, and I brought you a present!"

Lin Ruo heard himself saying this, with a happy tone as if he hadn't been scolded at all just now.