Chapter 1,245 In Other words...only for the Emperor!

Chapter 1,245 In other words...for the exclusive use of the Emperor

"Is this medicine ineffective on women?"

Muradin's thick eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't imagine what the world would look like if he heard "yes" from the other party.

That must be a more desperate scene than the Hell Clan completely occupying the entire Dark Continent.

"No."

Farah's answer was expected, and Muradin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, why did the illusionist invent such a strange magic medicine?" Then, Muradin asked again in confusion.

"Well..."

Farah pondered for a moment, seeming to consider something, and then slowly spoke out after a while.

"Although I'm not entirely sure, I found some clues from the fragmentary notes he left in the ancient tomb of the illusionist." After calming down, under Muradin's curious gaze , he continued with a strange expression.

"That illusionist... probably envied women when he was young... To put it bluntly, from the text, I felt that he seemed to blame God and his parents, why he was not allowed to be born into this world as a daughter... That's probably it."

"Oh~~~~"

I don't know if it was due to deep thought or a brain short-circuit, but a meaningful sigh came from the mouth of the paralyzed Muradin, which was covered with white beard.

"It seems that for this reason, he started to study illusion... and eventually became a master of illusion. Originally, he used his magical attainments to transform into the appearance of a woman, easily and effortlessly, but gradually, he couldn't Satisfied with this, I exhausted all my energy and spent my whole life to create the phantom medicine in my hand called If Is a Woman. When it is successfully created, others will also grow old. Even if they use the phantom medicine, they will become nothing more than She was a gray-haired old woman who was no longer of any use to him. In a fit of anger, she took her life's work into the coffin."

As Farah spoke slowly and painfully, it seemed that the hard life of a hard-working illusionist was vividly displayed in front of the two of them.

"This guy... is so interested in tinkering with this phantom medicine that it would be easier to directly study how to completely transform himself into a woman."

Although Muradin's IQ is not high, he has been a dwarf king and has extraordinary knowledge. He pointed out the pain of the miserable illusionist in one sentence.

"We have to understand him. After all, he is a man. Probably, although he envies women, he also has a trace of nostalgia for his current identity. He is either conservative or limited to worldly views and does not have enough courage to completely become a woman. So I came up with this middle-of-the-road way to realize my dream.”

Farah obviously thought deeper and further than Muradin. With only the broken notes, he had already guessed the inner struggle of the tortured illusionist.

"By the way...why does she want to become a woman so much?" Muradin looked at it at a 45-degree angle and felt that today's red moon was particularly joyful.

"God knows..." Farah followed Yuanmu.

"That guy... is probably a pervert." Muradin once again demonstrated his ability as a former dwarf king to hit the mark.

"Probably..." Farah could not deny it.

"etc!"

Muradin suddenly thought of something, jumped up, and opened a full ten meters distance from Farah, blowing his beard and staring at each other warily.

"I mean, miser, you probably still want to use this hallucinogenic drug on me."

Farah was stunned for a moment, then stared at the other party and said suddenly.

"What will happen if this drug is used on you?"

As soon as they finished speaking, both of them froze, as if imagining what Muradin would look like after using the hallucinogen, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

After a while...

"Well, I trust you will not use it on me." Muradin burst into tears.

"Yeah, it's just a lose-lose situation for you." Farah also burst into tears.

Losing Muradin's face and blinding Farah meant losing both sides.

"Besides, there is another reason." After calming down and smashing the extreme scene he had just imagined in his mind, Farah continued to talk.

"I'm also worried that if you join me in using this kind of psychedelic medicine to tease others, like you, there's no guarantee that one day, these medicines won't leak out, and eventually others will use them on themselves, shooting themselves in the foot."

"What's the meaning?"

Feeling that there was something in Farah's words, it seemed to be implying something. Muradin couldn't help but be confused and approached him, and asked in a low voice.

"That is to say... I have destroyed the alchemy formula of the phantom medicine. Although it is a pity, this thing is too dangerous. I will keep it in case it is used on myself one day - even if it is only one ten thousandth. Even if the odds are good, I don’t want to gamble.”

"That's right." Muradin nodded.

"Secondly, the alchemy formula of the phantom medicine is, after all, the work of that talented illusionist who spent a lifetime of painstaking efforts. Its production process is so complex and sophisticated that even if I have successfully experimented once, if there is no formula, I will compare the steps one by one. If so, it won’t be possible to make it again.”

"You guys are really good at talking in circles. In other words, if the formula is burned, no one in this world can make this kind of medicine anymore."

Muradin frowned, expressing dissatisfaction with his old enemy's roundabout way of saying things, and then his brows relaxed again.

Farah's words completely reassured him. In this world, except for the phantom medicines that have been produced and are in the hands of the two of them, there will be no other ones. This made Muradin feel morally safe. feel.

Although these two old men have no moral integrity at all.

However, as Farah's old enemy for many years, Muradin vaguely felt that the previous words were just an introduction, and the next words were the focus.

Sure enough, Farah's eyes flickered a few times, shook his sparse beard, showed a strange smile, and stretched out a third finger.

"Thirdly, although the phantom potion can no longer be produced, after all, we still have a large number of finished products on hand. We may accidentally leak out one day. Therefore, during the process of making the phantom potion, I Added a little more spice.”

Muradin was immediately surprised when he saw Farah holding back her blush, with a conspiratorial smile on her old face.

"What ingredients were added?"

"Hmph, from now on, please call this elder - Master Farah of Super Magic." He made an e triumphantly and raised the medicine bottle in his hand high.

"The effect after adding the ingredients is that these phantom medicines are only effective for Mr. Wu and will not work on anyone else."

Muradin was stunned. After understanding the meaning of this sentence, his old face, browned by the charcoal fire, suddenly wrinkled up with a smile, like a daisy that suddenly bloomed, and gave a thumbs up to the arrogant Farah.

"Wonderful, cruel, good, old rival, this is the first time I admire you today!"

"Humph, it's nothing. It's just that I was studying the magical structure of the effects under hypothetical conditions created by the illusionist, and gained some small insights, and then experimented on these illusion medicines."

Although he spoke modestly, the expression on his face was such that his nose almost turned up to the sky.

"Okay, okay, this way, we will be safe. I really admire you. I didn't expect that what the illusionist spent his whole life researching, you can study and figure out the way out in just a few days."

Muradin raised his thumbs repeatedly. He really admired Farah's attainments in magic. It was almost... almost as good as his talent in forging.

"No, there's still a long way to go." Farah was stunned and laughed.

This is not his modesty. No matter how thick-skinned he is, he cannot live up to what Muradin just said.

It is true that he has figured out a little bit about the conditional magic structure, but the biggest mystery of this phantom medicine is not this magic structure, but a deeper level that far exceeds the current understanding of magic and only belongs to ancient times. A theory that only existed during the most glorious period of magic - magic and human anatomy.

The most powerful thing about this phantom medicine is that it uses magic and human body structure. Its phantom effect can directly affect a mysterious substance that determines inheritance (the so-called gene, dn). To grasp this A mysterious substance that determines the structure of the human body, plus the principle of assuming conditioned magic structure.

Only in this way can we achieve the effect of changing the gender while the mysterious substance remains unchanged. That is, if we are literally a woman, we will not just change into a woman, but just change the gender. It's true. If when you were pregnant, that chromosome naughtily moved slightly, changing you from a boy to a girl, and what you would look like when you grew up to the age you are now, is what you imagined. The way it came out.

Because of this, that talented illusionist, with at least domain-level strength, means that he can live for at least three hundred years. It took at least three hundred years, and maybe five hundred, seven hundred or even more years. It took a long time to research this phantom drug.

Although Farah is a genius, he still can only stay away from magic and human anatomy that have long since disappeared and represent the pinnacle of magic civilization. It is like living in the Stone Age. Even the smartest people cannot cross several Barriers from the civilized class, we developed methods for manufacturing aircraft and tanks.

It is said that... before the Hell Clan invaded, the Holy See, which is the pinnacle of human rights, seemed to still retain a small fragment of this mysterious knowledge. Of course, this is just a rumor. Even if it is true, the Holy See was completely wiped out by the Hell Clan. , that knowledge has long been turned into ashes.

In just a short moment, countless thoughts went through Farah's mind, leaving behind endless yearning, regret and sighs.

Of course, he would not explain these things clearly to Muradin, and even if he told him with the IQ of this short winter melon, he would not understand and would find it troublesome.

"By the way, I mean, miser, how much psychedelic medicine do you still have?"

After knowing that this medicine could not have any effect on him, Muradin's last remaining worry was completely relaxed. He pushed his elbow into the dazed Farah and asked mysteriously.

After coming back to his senses, Farah let out a series of sinister laughter and raised a finger.

"The amount we have on hand...added together, is enough to keep that brat a girl for the rest of his life."

Muradin was stunned, and then, the two old men laughed conspiratorially...

"No, Mr. Wu's performance is over."

When his eyes fell on the stage, Farah was startled, staring closely at the figure, silently counting the time.

When the figure disappeared behind the scenes, within a few seconds, a wave of magic was heard.

Farah knew that this meant that the effect of the medicine had disappeared and Wu Xiaozi had returned to his original state.

As expected, the time calculation was just right.

He sighed a little proudly, but also a little regretfully. What a pity is, why not earlier, when that brat finished singing, the illusion was canceled before he could get off the stage, so that he would be exposed to the public, with the faces of hundreds of thousands of viewers. The expressions on it will definitely be very interesting.

Of course, Farah could only think about it in his heart. After all, he and Muradin had sworn in front of Linya and Lena. If such a big embarrassment happened to Mr. Wu, Linya and Lena would No one will let them go, and Akara will never let them go.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

Seeing that Farah was still in a daze, Muradin pulled him. The two of them felt guilty, bent over, stomped their feet, and disappeared into the night with a chirp...

…

Back behind the scenes, I raised my head with great satisfaction.

As expected, this singer's performance received unprecedented applause and cheers. His dream of conquering... no, saving the world with his singing has taken a solid step forward.

Look, those guys who are still cheering and praising even after they have stepped off the stage... Humph, what a bunch of stupid humans, do they really like it that much? No matter what, just surrender to the singing of this god of music without any resistance, hahahaha~~~

Having said that, from the cheers, I vaguely heard noises like "Singer~~~Singer~~~". Are my ears hallucinating?

It should be "Song God~~Song God~~~", right? I must have heard it wrong.

When I returned to the waiting room, I was shocked to find Linya, Lena, Vilas, Sarah, Sanwu, and the Wuchao maid, all inside, surrounding me in a semicircle.

I was shocked. What are they going to do?

Immediately afterwards, I found the girls staring at my face with complicated expressions.

What's going on? What happened?

I was stared at so horribly that I subconsciously took out a bright broad sword and looked at the sword's mirror-like blade.

There's nothing weird about him, he still has the same ordinary and scummy appearance. There are no grains of rice stuck to the corners of his mouth, and there is no eye mucus in the corners of his eyes. Although he is ordinary, his face is still fresh and clean.

"Everyone...what's going on?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting weirder, I couldn't help but throw a stone carefully.

"...!!!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, the girls in front of him seemed to have recovered from their daze, looking startled, and then they all started laughing, so fake.

Even Vilas, the simplest and least good at lying, became an actor.

"No...nothing, Brother Wu, congratulations."

It was Linya who calmed down first, took a few steps forward and hugged me.

"Brother, it's great that the show is a success."

Sarah jumped up lightly and hung directly around my neck. She put her lips to hers and kissed me gently on the cheek as a reward.

Immediately afterwards, in addition to Princess Sanwu and Jeluka, the other two girls also expressed their blessings.

At this time, suddenly a Rogge came in from outside and hurriedly said something to Linya. I didn't listen carefully. It seemed that he mentioned the words about old man Farah and Mudiao Donggua.

By the way, what's going on with these two old men? My performance is over, and their revenge is still delayed. Can I really say that I have taken this breath? impossible.

When I was wondering, Linya and Lena had already left in a hurry without knowing what they were in a hurry for. Vilas and Sara tilted their heads and thought about something, and followed them closely, followed by the two maids. It is the queen.

He appeared suddenly and left suddenly.

Looking at the empty waiting room, I looked confused.

It seems that everyone knows something, but it feels very uncomfortable for me to be kept in the dark.

Speaking of which, where is that stupid fujoshi Arleus? Why didn't I see her? I didn't notice her presence just after the performance. Where did she go? Could she have escaped from the battle?

Facing the confusing reality, I became even more confused, and countless question marks appeared in my mind.

At this moment, the holy white light suddenly bloomed, instantly illuminating the entire waiting room...

On the other side, Farah and Muradin rushed back, but they were blocked.

What appeared in front of them was Linya and Lena with gentle and peaceful smiles on their faces, but there was no hint of warmth.

It was so similar to the fake smile of the old fox in Akara. At that moment, Farah and Muradin both shuddered, and four words flashed in their hearts at the same time.

Unkind person

Just when the two of them subconsciously took a step back and wanted to grease the soles of their feet, from behind them, Veras, holding a pan in his hand, puffed up his cheeks slightly angrily, and with cold flames burning in his eyes, filled with authority. Seeing Rin's beauty, Sarah slowly pulled out the mage sword.

Before they could react, the figures of Little Jasmine and Jeluka appeared silently from the darkness on the left and right wings.

At the same time, hidden in the surrounding darkness, the slight breathing of at least hundreds of soldiers could be heard.

completely surrounded

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