Casting spells

"There is a little trouble with the identity you arranged for me, and I need you to deal with it now." Zhang Cheng ordered in an unquestionable tone.

"Understood! I'll go there right away!"

Although Polman didn't know what the so-called "little trouble" referred to, he agreed without hesitation.

In order to prevent the need to use the ability to modify memory in large quantities, he opened the safe before leaving the house and took out a few gold dinars for emergencies...

Chapter 3 Eighty Bold Decisions

Half an hour later, in a high-end restaurant near the building, Zhang Cheng was enjoying the original Chinese food without any improvement in an orderly manner.

You must know that since he came to this familiar and unfamiliar magical earth, he has not eaten a decent meal. Sometimes, in order to save time and conduct various complicated magic research, he even regards fast food and takeaway as the only food source.

Today is a rare opportunity to relax, and naturally I will not treat my tongue that is about to forget what is really delicious.

As for Polman, who had just rushed over from Brooklyn, he sat and waited patiently, without disturbing the host's meal at all.

After more than ten minutes like this, Zhang Cheng finished the last bowl of soup with a satisfied face, then picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, raised his head and stared at his subordinates, and said until the other party was a little restless: " When you arranged your identity, you didn't say that my nominal mother is a strong woman, and her desire for career success surpasses everything else."

"Uh——sorry, my lord, I don't understand what you mean. After all, you are a powerful wizard, and she is just an ordinary woman. As long as you order, I can deal with her at any time." Polman Responded cautiously.

"No, you don't understand. Her existence is very important to me, so you can't dispose of her, let alone modify her memory casually, otherwise it may affect my future plans. Forget it, even if You won't understand even if you explain it. Now tell me, how are you going to solve this little trouble?"

After all, Zhang Cheng handed the credit card and two twenty bills to the waitress. The credit card is used for paying the bill, and the bills are for tips.

According to the customary rules of the service industry in Europe and the United States, guests should usually pay an additional service fee of 5.00% to 15.00% of the meal price, which is the legendary tip, and tip is also a part of the main source of income for those engaged in the service industry.

Although he himself does not think that it is a good habit to force consumers to pay extra fees in a way that is almost morally kidnapped, but given the general environment, he does not intend to be too maverick.

Watching the waitress who received the tip happily walked towards the cashier, Polman took a deep breath and tentatively said with an uncertain attitude: "It depends on what you mean. Although the council has made clear According to the regulations, no magic item is allowed to fall into the hands of ordinary people, and once found, the lord of the area must be responsible for recovering it, but herbal medicine is obviously not included in this category.”

"So now I can choose to help this nominal mother become an upstart in New York's high society? Or I can choose to let her continue to maintain her current state?" Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin with a playful smile on his face.

Polman nodded seriously: "Yes! But I have to remind you that if this plant called Ningshenhua is really like what you describe, it is likely to be targeted by some people in the underground world. Maybe they dare not blatantly snatch it from you, but it is normal to use some small means."

"Hehe, sounds very interesting. I was wondering how to get more experimental materials, and you gave me a good suggestion. I believe the council will definitely not interfere with how I deal with those daring idiots, right? In addition , find someone for me to sign a commercial contract. Remember, the production must be firmly limited to less than ten tons per year." Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and quickly made a bold decision.

Rather than losing a little water from the Sunwell, he is more interested in the various magical abilities born from blood in this world. If it weren't for the unscrupulous arrests and crazy experiments that would easily arouse public outrage, he would have turned the New York underground world upside down long ago. One by one, the ability users were tied to the operating table to open their intestines.

Anyway, ten tons of Ningshen Flower a year only needs to consume about one-thirtieth of the output, which is very small for him who has learned how to extract energy.

"As you wish! Don't worry, I will arrange everything properly, and there will be no mistakes." Polman stood up and bowed respectfully, then got up and left the restaurant.

As a complete egoist, he doesn't care how many unlucky people in the future will become guinea pigs for this terrifying young wizard because he can't help the temptation, let alone how terrible torture the captured guy will suffer, as long as he and his family His life is not threatened, even if the entire underground world of New York is stained red with blood.

Anyway, in his eyes, the underground world follows the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak, the strong dominate everything, and the weak can only prostrate in front of the strong and beg for their protection and mercy.

Since the awakening of his abilities, Polman has been kneeling on the ground and living cautiously for more than 20 years. Now he hopes to stand up and become a big man under one person and above ten thousand people, even if the price is to lose the last trace of conscience and completely embrace the darkness... …

After taking back the credit card from the waitress, Zhang Cheng left the restaurant and walked aimlessly along the bustling commercial center of Manhattan.

But before he could think about what to do next, a black car suddenly stopped beside him, followed by a familiar figure getting out of the car.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, my master hopes to meet you immediately." Lauren Coney, who had met once at a funeral, lowered her voice and offered the invitation.

It can be judged from his eyes without any emotion that the so-called invitation is just a nice word, and if he dares to refuse, then it is a forced invitation.

"Is it Mr. Laverne?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

"That's right! Please get in the car quickly, don't waste time, in one hour, the owner will board the plane and leave New York for Europe." Lauren Coney urged impatiently.

"Understood." Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, and got into the back seat without thinking.

Because he also wanted to see how powerful this old guy who stood at the pinnacle of power in North America was, and how far he was from the opponent.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Reina, drive."

Lauren Coney gestured to the female driver in the cab, and soon the car started driving along the road.

In about 10 minutes, a group of three arrived at the VIP room at Kennedy Airport.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a short beard on his chin sitting on the sofa, fiddling with a metal Rubik's cube in his hand.

Unlike most Rubik's Cubes, this Rubik's Cube is not painted in any color. Instead, strange mysterious symbols are engraved on the surface of the grid. Whenever the Rubik's Cube is turned, some symbols will flash faintly.

Zhang Cheng, who has always been very sensitive to magic, his eyes lit up slightly, and immediately stepped forward two steps and said to the old man, "Dear Member, can you show me that Rubik's Cube?"

"Hehe, of course, this gadget was originally intended to be a gift for you..."

Chapter 381 A Destiny Meeting

Click, click, click...

Accompanied by crisp sounds, the metal Rubik's Cube kept spinning in Zhang Cheng's hands, and symbols of various shapes kept flashing. After a full 10 minutes, he finally discovered the law hidden behind the complex symbols.

Obviously, this metal Rubik's Cube is not an educational toy at all, but a lock that can only be opened by someone who is smart enough and has a deep understanding of alchemy.

He didn't know if this was a small test, but he quickly pieced together the correct order based on the subtle differences in the symbols.

When the last symbol moves to the correct position instantly!

The Rubik's Cube suddenly released a dazzling light!

next second!

All the metal blocks covering the surface began to fall off one after another, revealing a small bottle filled with golden liquid.

Although the bottle is as small as half the thickness of a little finger, the liquid inside emits extremely powerful energy, giving people a sense of inviolability.

Just when Zhang Cheng's attention was firmly attracted, the old man sitting on the sofa suddenly applauded without warning. I set the rune lock with my own hands, no wonder Miles gave you all his knowledge about alchemy before he died."

"You have a close relationship with Congressman Miles?" Zhang Cheng raised his head with a surprised expression on his face.

He couldn't understand at all, since the dead old guy had such a strong backer, why would he find him in the end.

"Intimacy? No, young man, our relationship is more than just intimacy. To be precise, I gave him the knowledge and power to make him a respected alchemist. Unfortunately, he is too obsessed with Pursuing resurrection and eternal life, so that his body was destroyed in advance. Otherwise, normally speaking, it would be easy for an alchemist to live to one or two hundred years old."

Speaking of this, Lavern shook his head annoyedly, his eyes revealed undisguised contempt, and at the same time there was a little bit of anger and regret.

Zhang Cheng carefully observed the old man's reaction, and after a while he asked, "You are the teacher of Congressman Miles! Why have I never heard of it before?"

"Hahahaha! No, you misunderstood me. I only said that I gave him knowledge and power. I didn't say that I was his teacher, let alone that I was also an alchemist. On the contrary, I have no talent in this area at all. It's just a gift of a dead old friend to Miles." The old man explained with a big smile.

"I see……"

After recalling the books and notes he had browsed on the bookshelves of the old house, Zhang Cheng immediately realized that the esoteric theoretical knowledge related to the creation of life and resurrection of the dead did not come from Miles at all, otherwise he would not need it Let yourself resurrect it sometime in the future, just reshape a new body.

At least with the alchemy level of the author of the book, it would be effortless to do this.