Harrington didn't expect that just by taking a dose of the magic potion, the effects would be so drastically different between two people.

Simon almost lost control and turned into a flower pot, while his sister was completely unaffected, as if she had merely drunk a bottle of beverage.

Boone said:

"Ghost girl, you need to settle the bill first before I can continue providing you with the magic potion."

Lilith knew that this was the rule of the underground black market.

Without a frown, she directly said to Su Li:

"Give the mechanical arm and that mechanical rifle to old man."

Without a word, Su Li took out the heavy mechanical prosthetic from the thief's belt and placed it on the counter, making a heavy metallic clanging sound.

Looking at the intact mechanical rifle and the heavy mechanical prosthetic, Boone glanced at Lilith with a meaningful look, as if to say: 'No wonder you guys don't go to the church.'

"The extraordinary characteristics of the Light Prayers, plus this mechanical prosthetic and the big gun, I'll charge you 2000 gold pounds in total. Only I dare to accept these things here, if you sell them in other black markets, you'll get into big trouble."

Lilith smiled without explaining, and then said:

"Transcendent warrior 1500 pounds, Reader 1200 pounds, Farmer 700 pounds, a total of 3400 pounds."

"Old man, we still owe you 300 pounds. With such a big deal, can you give us the last Singer's magic potion for free?"

Boone laughed heartily, and with a dirty hand, he tapped Lilith's forehead and generously said:

"Alright, since you, Ghost girl, asked for it, how could I, the old man called 'Dad', not give you face? Pay me 300 pounds, and take the magic potion."

Before Lilith could give the order, Su Li had already voluntarily poured out all the treasures looted from the attackers.

Looking at the gold teeth, various jewelry, and scattered gold pounds, Boone clicked his tongue and said:

"You guys didn't rob the entire private mine, did you?"

"This amount of loot is really not small!"

Lilith didn't hide anything and laughed:

"A group of attackers, they must have been squatting in the private mine for several days, and we wiped them out."

Boone nodded and said:

"They were just unlucky."

He took away a large pile of gold and silver on the table.

Only then did Boone take out the third bottle of magic potion and handed it to Harrington.

Harrington hesitated, not daring to take it.

Joan of Arc encouraged:

"We both succeeded, Harrington, your magic potion has the least side effects, what are you afraid of?"

Looking at the 'Reader' magic potion in Boone's hand, as clear as mineral water, Harrington hesitated and asked:

"Sir, can you tell me what the formula of the magic potion is?"

Old man Boone, with one hand behind his back, leisurely said:

"You'd better not know, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it."

Hearing the old man's words, Harrington readily agreed, didn't ask any more questions, grabbed the transparent magic potion tube, pinched his nose and tilted his head back, pouring the slippery magic potion into his mouth.

Gulp.

It was tasteless.

Harrington's body shook like a sieve, he tightly closed his eyes, waiting for the loss of control to come.

There was no poisoning as he had imagined. If it weren't for the barely audible whispers in his ears and the drunken illusions in front of his eyes, Harrington would almost think that he had drunk a fake magic potion.

"How do you feel?"

As Harrington's good friend, Simon asked with concern.

Harrington smacked his lips, touched his black pot lid-like hair, and said in confusion:

"Is it over? I don't seem to feel anything."

Boone said:

"Do you feel that your hearing and memory have improved?"

Harrington recalled for a moment, and quickly said:

"The main ingredients of the Singer's magic potion are: one crystalline sunflower, one tail feather of a firebird, one sea monster stone, one singing sunflower, auxiliary materials: one midsummer grass, five drops of July wine juice, one elf dark leaf."

A long list of extraordinary materials was accurately recited by Harrington, he exclaimed:

"It's true, I seem to have really become smarter, I can clearly recall the knowledge that I couldn't remember before."

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Joan of Arc joked:

"This magic potion is quite useful, it makes up for your shortcomings, Harrington. Without this magic potion, your memory is as forgetful as an old man."

Hearing Joan of Arc's joke, Harrington didn't mind at all. He was indeed timid, forgetful, and even a bit stupid.

But after taking the Reader's magic potion, he felt his brain was spinning fast, and he could even read ten lines at a glance and remember everything.

Boone reminded:

"This is not necessarily a good thing. Once you become a Reader, you will remember everything you see, including dreams, every event and detail that happens every day. These complex memories will gradually fill your brain. The more bad things you remember, the weirder your temper will be, until too much knowledge bursts your brain."

Hearing Boone's reminder, Harrington shivered and asked:

"What should I do then?"

Boone said:

"Use sleeping pills, or when you feel that you remember too much, strive for promotion, which will alleviate your symptoms to a certain extent."

"Don't worry, that's something that will happen in ten or even more years."

Among the four people, three have safely advanced. The assistant called Demir finally retrieved the midsummer grass and the elf dark leaf.

It was a green plant that glowed and had several small flowers with dense yellow petals that looked like the sun.

The elf dark leaf was a dark golden leaf, with patterns completely in a golden color.

It looked quite extraordinary.

At this time, the dew in the crucible had dried up, and the faint golden glow emitted by the steam evaporating in the flask of the goose-neck bottle gathered at the bottom of the flask, forming a pool of light golden liquid.Inside the crucible, the extraordinary characteristics of the Prayer Light people had noticeably dimmed and become smaller.

Carefully, he stored away this extraordinary characteristic of Sequence 8.

Boone took out a large iron pot and poured the separated 'Praise Singer' extraordinary characteristic into it.

He was like a skilled teacher, blending and introducing at the same time:

"The method of blending low-sequence magic potions is quite simple. It doesn't require special flames or any cumbersome rituals. You just need to follow the recipe and accurately add the corresponding ingredients."

After pouring in the main ingredient, Boone threw the whole Midsummer Grass, which had been cleaned on top, into the pot.

Then, Boone found a dark gold liquid with a label of July Wine Juice from a hidden compartment, removed the sieve, and drew out the liquid with a pipette.

Immediately, the rich aroma of wine intoxicated everyone, making them all feel parched.

After accurately dropping five drops into it, Boone picked up the dark gold leaf handed by his assistant and threw it directly into the pot.

The originally quiet pot instantly boiled, countless bubbles rose, and a phantom mist emerged, enveloping the black market shop in a golden light.

The leaf was melting, and the Midsummer Grass had long disappeared.

A few seconds later, the mist dissipated, and Boone picked up the iron pot and poured it directly into a clean beaker.

They were just like the many magic potions Su Li had seen before.

They had strange characteristics, connected to each other, and after pouring out, there was not a trace left in the pot.

Boone said, "Drink it. This is your 'Praise Singer' magic potion."