Chapter 24 (1/2)

There was no one in the brightly lit street except for a few ghostly patrols.

It is not eleven o'clock in the evening. It is the most busy and noisy golden time in port Tulun. Not to mention, tonight is still a mid autumn festival?

Curfew.

This is something that has never happened in the history of port Tulun.

The city hall, together with the garrison, the police station and the court, jointly issued the curfew. After nightfall, unless the army, police or have a special pass, citizens of port Tulun are strictly prohibited from appearing on the streets.

Joe, waving his baton, walked down the street of silver grapes.

On both sides of the street are delicate small buildings, each building has a large area of front garden, each garden is clean and tidy, the air is filled with fragrance of flowers.

Because of overseas trade, port Tulun is extremely rich. Because of the wealth, the artistic atmosphere here is also extremely rich.

In nine out of ten of the small buildings where Joe walked, music came. Piano, violin, Viola, cello, flute, clarinet, and even the sound of a rather difficult harp.

Although the two days in port Tulun are full of panic and panic, life continues.

Joe smacked his mouth.

As Joe, he appreciates the relaxed and relaxed atmosphere of life. In the past, he would even lie down in front of the guardrail of the small building, boldly and boldly peep through the glass window of the small building to peep at the beautiful girls who play musical instruments.

As ”scarlet”

”Crimson” as ”supernatural” by Laplacian!

”Scarlet” hated this peaceful and peaceful life. Her anger was brewing and accumulating, and Joe's blood was boiling and rolling. He was eager to fight, to fight, to make the sky shatter, and to kill with blood.

”Power!”

Joe mumbled the word from the bottom of his throat.

This is not Joe's wish, but the deepest instinct of scarlet.

Strong enough to crush everything and suppress everything. ”Crimson” is eager for power, so now Joe is eager for strength.

”Laplacian, how can I improve my strength the fastest? How can I finish the exercise of strength sea as soon as possible Joe finally couldn't help asking the question in a low voice.

”Potions.” ”Scarlet, I knew you couldn't control your crazy desire for power - hope. After all, you are scarlet

Joe did not want to discuss the relationship between Joe and scarlet. He asked in a low voice, ”what kind of medicine?”

”More refined, no impurities, more energy per unit volume, more easily absorbed, and less load on the sea of strength.” ”For example, the perfect divine origin potion, I have a complete recipe here,” laplaci said

”Money is valuable, knowledge is priceless. Laplaci, the omniscient, is very fair. The Holy Origin potion only needs 10 billion gold marks for complete formula.” Laplaci chuckled and reminded jollian of the parrot fish eating coral reefs again.

Joe closed his mouth and, devastated, he moved on dejectedly.

Mark's five hundred a month's allowance from the black Watson family. By using all kinds of coquetry, Joe can get extra subsidies ranging from 300 to 500 a month from Leah.

When he's lucky, like this morning, Joe gets an extra windfall from Hessen.

On average, Joe gets two or three hundred gold marks a month.

This part of the income, and a large part of it, will be robbed by Tifa's violent blackmail, and will be taken away by Weima's coquettish and cute girl. In the end, Joe had only 1500 gold coins a month.

After all, this is not a huge sum of money for ordinary people in the bottom of the Empire.

But laplaci said that a prescription for a medicine costs 10 billion gold marks?

”Will I become a god if I eat it?” Joe was a little annoyed.

”Absolutely right, a perfectly proportioned divine origin potion can make you a God above all else!” Laplacilla lengthened his voice and exclaimed in Joe's mind with an opera aria: ”isn't it worth ten billion gold marks to be a God?”

Joe threw his hands away and quickened his walk.

”Laplacian, God? Can you tell me something more reliable? God, the glory of medland is 1379 years. In medland, God has disappeared for 1379 years