Chapter 263: Pungent tutor

Watzke stared at Chabai without saying a word, but suddenly drew his shotgun from under the counter.
　　 The gun was pointed at the woman who kicked her door in front of her. No matter how graceful and graceful the beauty, it is not the guests who enter by kicking the door, and it is impossible to be good.
　　 "Who sent you here?" Watzke asked solemnly.
　　Chabai recalled the language Li Nuo gave her, saying: "The Demon Hunter."
　　 Watsk was taken aback, his muzzle lowered slightly, "The Demon Hunter... Sir?"
　　 "Well, that's the one who is not fierce at all."
　　 "But, it's always jaw-dropping to do things?" Watzke asked.
　　 Chabai nodded hesitantly.
　　 "That's it."
　　 "Hey...this is simply..." Watzke paused at this moment, delighted to be eroded by the suspicion, "No...how can you prove that yours is true."
　　 Watts was wary, Li Nuo had known for a long time, so he had already asked Hao Chabai how to gain his trust on the road.
　　 "The autobiography is writing, and you will appear soon."
　　 When Watsk heard this, his eyebrows were instantly delighted, and he put down his shotgun and asked Chabai to sit at the bar.
　　 Chabai put a bag of prepaid bounty on the table, and Watzke instantly understood her intention.
"Li..." Chabai suddenly remembered Li Nuo's surname when she almost named Li Nuo's surname. Without the name, she changed her words: "The demon hunter, you want me to help me buy some mercury bullets. If you have other interesting things here. You can also try trading."
　　 Watzke opened his pocket and saw the stacks of banknotes inside. He was instantly astonished. He closed his pocket and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Demon Hunter... robbed the bank?"
　　 Chabai frowned, and began to wonder what he did in Novigrad...
　　 "Madam, you are here at a very high time. I have 80 mercury bullets left here. I just bought it." Watzke took out a wooden box from behind the counter and opened it to let Chabai see the shiny silver bullets in the box.
　　 "Besides, I don't know what the interesting thing about Mr. Demon Hunter is..." Watzke meditated for a while and then gave an enlightenment, "By the way, there are a few things, wait a moment."
　　 He walked to the gate, looked out to see if there was anyone outside, then erected the fallen door, repaired it simply and quickly with tools, and then opened the door of the grocery store.
　　 "Madam, please come in with me."
　　 Chabai followed him in, and Watzke dragged out two wooden boxes from the pile of groceries.
　　 opened one of them, and three things came into view.
　　 A stick, a silver jug, and a test tube.
　　 Chabai recognized the cane at a glance, the telescopic cane
　　 Watsk wondered, "This stick is a new weapon suitable for mass production by the church, but it is a semi-finished product. It always feels like the stick used by Mr. Demon Hunter. I think he needs it."
　　Chabai fixed his eyes on the silver pot.
　　【Name: Flame Sprayer】
　　【Type: Weapon】
　　【Damage: 10~12】
　　 [Equipment conditions: general]
　　 [Effect: Flame spray device, consumes one mercury bullet per second, inferior quality, may explode]
　　 [Ming: Use blood-filled mercury bullets as a special medium to spray out burning flames. Although it is not the most powerful weapon, sometimes a sea of ​​fire is often the best solution]
　　 Not bad... Let Marger change it and use it.
　　 Chabai moved his pupils to the bottle of test tube, and his eyes widened instantly.
　　 [Name: Cohen's Thick Blood]
　　 [Type: props]
　　 [Effect: the contaminated blood of Yadan, the blood of the original warlock, and some kind of potion that came from nowhere. When the three liquids are fused together, what does it indicate...]
[Ming: The most terrifying thing is often the unknown, and the unknown may be on our side. This is the last sentence Cohen said before the change. He doesn't know until now. That friend deceived him. No, he will always It’s impossible to know, because...the beginning of beastization and mutation has been triggered]
　　 A strange voice rang in Chabai's ears, and she felt the blood churning, just like the feeling after drinking [the blood of Yadan] in the space involuntarily at that time.
　　Watsk saw that the tea white was wrong, and asked, "Madam, what's the matter?"
　　 Chabai was awakened by his voice, shaking his head, the voice disappeared.
　　 "It's okay...I want it..." She stared at the bottle of test tube, "Including this..."
　　 "Watsk, where did you get these things?"
"There is a special purchase channel for mercury bullets." Watsk pointed to the three things in the box with his eyes, "As for these three...It is true that the sticks and pots were originally things that were handed over to me for me to handle. These two weapons are experimental failures and do not cause harm to society. They are usually sold to wealthy people who like to collect or some grocers who collect strange things, but I will only sell them to these special people with strict mouths. The civilians cannot be made aware of these goods."
　　 "Then this?" Chabai cares about the bottle of test tube.
"The test tube was handed over to me. As for the purpose, I don't know if Mr. Demon Hunter is with you." Watzke pointed to himself and smiled awkwardly. people."
　　 Chabai looked indifferent, she didn't care what the uncle was in front of her, she only cared about the supplies in the box.
　　 "What's in that box?" She looked at the other unopened box.
　　 Watsk opened, and the box was full of scrolls and alchemical materials.
　　 "Dwarf spirits, Qi Zicao..." Chabai counted alchemy materials, picked up a scroll and opened it, and saw the dense text and precise drawings on the paper.
Watzke explained: "I kept the alchemy materials specially for Mr. Demon Hunter. As for these scrolls..." He was unhappy. "There is a poor old guy who claims to be an inventor. He always comes here. Drinking and don’t have money, sometimes I use some drawings he drew to offset the bill, and then said to me,'Look at Watzke, sooner or later I can sell my drawings.' But to be honest, how can someone buy this kind of thing."
　　 Facing the endless waves in his ears, Chabai chose to go in his left ear and go out of his right ear, but such things as drawings are definitely useful to Marger.
　　 "Received." Chabai rolled up the drawing and put everything into the backpack. There were exactly three grids left in the grid.
　　 rummaged for a while and searched for anything useful, Cha Bai filled up his backpack grid and returned to the bar all over, now just wait for Li Nuo to end.
　　 "Would you like a drink?" Watzke asked.
　　 "Whatever."
　　 Chabai sat down on the bar chair and gave a chuckle, and the chair legs made an unbearable noise.
　　 "...It's strange, this is a newly bought chair, and I can't bear the weight of a woman?" Watzke frowned, took out the wine and glass and started debugging.
　　 Chabai turned her face to one side, she blushed at her weight.
　　 "Madam, should the wine be softer or stronger?"
　　Chabai has stood up, leaned against the bar, and said in annoyance: "It will make me forget what happened just now..."
　　 "Well, I will make a strong liquor from the East. You look like an Oriental, you should like it."
　　 "Whatever..."
　　Watsk put the tuned liquor in a glass, like a glass of white water.
　　 Chabai smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and frowned slightly. It was not that she had never drunk wine, she had drunk the white wine there in Corville, but the alcohol taste of this glass of wine was obviously stronger than all the wines she had seen.
　　Listen to Maljie, wine is the mentor of life, the more you drink, the more transparent, she deeply doubts this sentence.
　　The instructor is too pungent.
　　Chabai tried to take a sip, and then she remembered the story of the three bowls that Li Nuo had told him about the three bowls but not the post. Combining with Marger's words, Chabai was very clear.
　　 This thing must be finished in three mouthfuls for it to work.
　　 Try it...
　　 Watsk put his cup back to her, and after hearing the tea white for a long time, he asked without a word: "How is Mr. Demon Hunter?"
　　 did not answer, but heard a "hiccup".
　　 He turned his head, his complexion stiffened like a block of ice for an instant.