After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

In the end, Linton and Ann Lane still failed to find any clues from Allen.

Although he seemed the most suspicious, and Iverson who woke up said blankly that his memory last stayed in the conversation with the other party, but Linton had no choice but to give up his research on Allen without any evidence.

This time the search was in vain, and when I returned to the classroom, I had already missed the mutual introduction of my classmates.Linton and Ann Lane glanced at each other, and they took their books to the corner and sat down, deciding to put this matter aside for the time being and just observe Allen before making plans.

As a result, this observation lasted for several days.

There is a big gap between the first grade and the second grade. Under Alan's half-deliberate avoidance, Linton tried hard for a long time but failed to find any clues, and even gradually began to doubt his previous judgment.

This afternoon, it was raining lightly.Linton hurriedly walked in the rain, and stepped into the door of the public alchemy laboratory.

Accompanied by his movements, the magic array engraved on the magic robe on his body shone brightly one after another, squeezing the wet rainwater out of the clothes, and falling on the ground with a splashing sound.

In this regard, this continent is somewhat similar to the ancient West in Linton’s memory—people on this continent believe that rainwater is a common gift given to mankind by the God of Creation and the God of Light, and it needs to be physically realized. Feelings, so except for certain days when the gods are resting, no rain protection tools are allowed.

Therefore, although there is an invention of umbrellas on this continent to keep out the wind and rain, they are mostly used in opera performances that are still in its infancy and to cover the faces of noble ladies when they go out.

Patting the lightning sheepskin umbrella in his pocket, Linton lamented the opponent's low usage rate.

Just after shaking off the water on his body, Linton found a towel in front of him in a blink of an eye.

The light green cashmere towel is dotted with some leaf patterns, it doesn't look like something that can be used to wipe the face, but rather like a handkerchief that noble ladies carry around to wrap things.

Linton chuckled subconsciously.

"What's the matter?" Haishizi didn't understand what Linton was laughing at. He raised his eyebrows before entering the experimental state, and his expression carried the natural arrogance soaked in by the years. At this time, it was very similar to the arrogance in the legend. A hybrid of elves and nobles.

Linton smiled more happily unconsciously.

"I just feel... I feel...you look like a noble lady without being in the laboratory."

The second half of this sentence became softer and quieter under Hayes's stern gaze, but when Linton finally managed to maintain his smile so that it did not look so exaggerated, Hirsch spit out a surprising language.

"Tsk, both of you said that." Heshizi's face was full of depression, but he didn't feel any anger, "Everyone said that I was more like a charming lady than Winslet. Winslet also likes to go to Taking risks and fighting, I just want to stay in the lab, and even..."

"Also...?" Catching the end of Haishi's voice, Linton cast a probing look, and quickly retracted it.

I always feel that if I get an answer, I will really reap a shameful Hasty... This is not possible.

Just in time to dry his hair, Linton reached out and hung the towel in his hand on the coat rack outside the laboratory, and stretched out his hand towards Hayes.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Dear Mr. Hayes, what are your thoughts on new experimental materials that you told me last time? You know, you mentioned half of this question, but let me I scratched my heart for a long time."

"About this..." Haishizi was quickly changed from the topic, applied for a separate laboratory, and followed Linton in, completely forgetting his complaints and annoyance just now.

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"Dear Mr. Forrell Plinvel,

You don't need to ask me why I suddenly wrote you such a formal letter, I will give you the answer now.

One of my seniors, Mr. Hayes, of Edsk, had lately given me a good deal of etiquette to be observed in the intercourse of men of high society.

Even though I thought I had learned enough about being aristocratic.But this is the first time I know that when receiving a personal invitation from a nobleman, you should first step back with your right foot to express surprise and respect for the host, and then bend your left hand at the upper left corner of your chest. Waist salute.

This is like fluffy milkweed and jelly must be placed later than crystal seeds, otherwise very bad things will happen.

I have learned a lot from him, so I am trying to write you a letter based on what I have learned.Although this letter has officially failed when I just started to tell you about the background (laughs), I can't always control my urge to use experiments as metaphors.

But I think this is also the most understandable analogy for you.

Also, about my roommates, we previously signed up for…”

Linton's pen froze in the middle of writing. He glanced at the repetitive experiment being carried out mechanically in his hand, and at the quill floating in mid-air, and finally his eyes fell on the bright magic lamp in his hand.

It seems to have tried a very good ratio of metal and length?

Linton hesitated.

He carefully looked at the flame-shaped "bulb" in his hand, and found that he seemed to have found a suitable material.

You must know that this world does not have a strict scientific research system, and many things are constructed by relying on empiricism and sudden discoveries.For example, the luminous part of the magic lamp is made of special fake ice, which simulates the "lampshade" in the shape of a flame.

Even due to the lack of alchemy researchers, no one has put forward any views and opinions on the transformation of this appearance.Even the wick is a dull short thread, and it is the magic of magic that can make it bloom with astonishing brightness.

In this case, the fact that a bulb can shine so brightly is enough to justify the usefulness of the wick.

Linton stopped what he was doing immediately, and began to flip through his notebook, looking for the raw material for the wick numbered 181 in his hand.

The next moment, his brows frowned.

"31 Mithril, 22 Earth Factor, 17..."

Even if the width is not determined at the back, but the roughly written "bend and twist twice" is too general, it is not as troublesome as the first thing in this sentence.

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"Mithril of 31? Thank you for your help with the experiment, but this is too expensive to be popularized. I still need to continue researching..." This was the expected answer from Hesz.

"31% mithril? How bright is it? I think the Temple of Light will be interested in this thing..." This was the answer Linton got when he confided in Anlan.

He couldn't help but sighed, and began to answer Ann Lane in as easy-to-understand language as possible.

I don't know why, but at first he wanted to hug Qian Dian's thigh, so that he would not follow the trend in this coming chaotic world, and do his best to achieve a great cause-as a result, he suddenly followed someone **oss took action.

Even the relationship with the other two roommates can only be said to be a medium preference, and the relationship with Ann Lane has progressed to the point where most of the things that happen will be told to each other.

What seems wrong with this state?

Linton felt a little heartbroken.

But soon, at least for now, the benefits of contacting An Lane will come soon.

"I believe that the Temple of Light will be interested in this thing, and you can set a price for your research efforts."

Linton took a deep breath: "Can I exchange this price with one request?"

Anlan was surprised for a moment, but soon thought of something: "Of course it's okay if it doesn't exceed the limit."

Linton spit out the words that he had made an appointment with Hirsch.

In other words, Haishizi, who was still a little disheartened at the time and was trying hard to find resources suitable for civilians, responded casually.

What Linton said at the time was...

"If other forces are interested in this slightly more expensive lamp, it may also benefit the ordinary people you want to benefit."

In this regard, Haishizi has a rare pessimistic attitude, because nobles are always more inclined to maintain their own interests.

However, to his surprise, after Linton guessed, the Temple of Light quickly agreed to this request.

"We will install this expensive lamp in the main churches in each region for lighting at night, and to promote the supreme power and omnipotent power of the God of Light!" A certain person who accepted An Lane's message A bishop replied, "Since this is the case, it is what we need to do to accept those homeless wandering believers at night and give them a moment of light and comfort."

"The transaction is established."

Not caring at all that he had used up a precious contact scroll for someone else, Anlan showed a standard smile.

"This Saturday, at the succession ceremony of my Holy Son of Light, the bishop will sign a contract with you and another alchemist."

"Thank you." Linton thanked him earnestly, and his light blue pupils met the other's eyes earnestly, "You are a good person..."

He suddenly got a little knotted in the middle of his words, but he still tried his best to speak smoothly.

I accidentally said I got used to it!It is obvious that the other party is not only a boss, but also a person who came from the modern era like him, and it is impossible not to know the good guy card!

Linton subconsciously turned his eyes away, pretending not to see the curving curve of Ann Ryan's mouth.