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Chapter 48 Sneak Attack (Part Two)

"First, add 200g of placental water, then add 40g of ground and dried blue rooster powder, 26g of golden rooster powder, then add 4 rotten rat eyeballs, and finally add 50g of bone ash powder from a plague patient."

In the dimly lit dungeon, Rogge slowly adjusted the potion in his hand, a faint, burning soul flame flickering in his deep, empty eye sockets.

When blue and yellow powders are poured into a reagent bottle filled with a cloudy, transparent liquid, the color gradually turns a ghastly green.

When the rotting rat's eyeball fell into the potion bottle, no water splashed. The ghastly green potion seemed to possess a certain inclusiveness, slowly swallowing the eyeball.

Glug glug glug

Thick bubbles rose from the surface of the rotting rat's eyeballs, and the entire bottle of reagent began to boil.

The pale yellow ashes were slowly poured into it.

The still-boiling reagent gradually solidified, turning into a jelly-like viscous paste.

Rogge placed the bottle of reagent on a nearby reagent shelf, where a dozen or so bottles were neatly arranged in a row. From left to right, the color of the reagent gradually deepened and solidified.

Roger took out the rightmost bottle of reagent and shook it gently.

After determining the color, take out a white square piece of paper and pour the contents of the reagent onto it.

After pouring it out, it was a tube of tea-green stick-shaped object that looked like a mung bean cake.

Roger leaned in and sniffed it, a green phosphorescence appearing at the tip of his nose.

With his hands supporting him on the table, he leaned back and said, "Not bad, this rat plague powder is getting more and more authentic."

A chilling sound came from the skull's mouth.

Thump thump thump, thump.

There was a knocking sound from outside, three long knocks followed by one short knock.

Roger put down the powder in his hand, knowing that the only people who knew he lived here were his cousin and the exclusive middleman with whom he traded.

Moreover, the two groups used different knocking signals: the cousin used three long knocks followed by one short knock, while the middleman used one short knock followed by three long knocks.

The monthly transaction of Rotten Rat Plague Powder takes place at the end of each month. There are still several days until the end of the month, so it should be my cousin knocking on the door.

Rogge quickened his pace to the other side of the dungeon, and climbed the damp stairs. He first went around the stairs to the upper shelf on the other side, from where he could see the scene below.

Roger glanced at him and confirmed that it was his cousin who wasn't wearing a hat.

He warned his cousin not to wear a hat when he came, otherwise the hat would cover most of his head and he wouldn't be able to see his face from this angle, but he didn't tell his cousin the reason.

Roger got down, hurriedly returned to his chair, and snapped his fingers.

From the hole in the wall behind Rogue, a large humanoid creature, nearly three meters tall, with a bloated body that looked as if it had been stitched together with countless needles and threads, and a very large belly, emerged.

Lynn, who was hiding not far behind the stone door, was originally planning to unleash a spell the moment the stone door opened, showing no martial ethics.

But in his spiritual perception, the creature behind the door carried a strong stench of decay and a repulsive negative energy.

It shouldn't be Rogue, but rather the Frankenstein's monster he created.

Lynn remembered Benji saying that his cousin would occasionally open the door. If his cousin opened the door, it meant that his cousin had something he needed to do. When there was nothing for him to do, it was the Frankenstein monster that Benji had made that opened the door. When Benji said this, he was very sarcastic and wished he could become the embodiment of justice and severely criticize his evil cousin.

Lynn hid around a corner in the distance, preparing to observe from the shadows. At this moment, Lynn was wearing a gray wizard's cloak.

This wizard's cloak was a gift from the ring that Anglie gave him. Lynn had tested it a long time ago. The cloak's greatest effect was that a first-circle spell, Shield, was permanently fixed on its surface.

The effect is to create an invisible force field to protect oneself from energy damage.

Because it's a first-level spell, its defensive capabilities are still quite reliable for Lynn at this point.

If the shield spell is broken, the wizard needs to use their mental energy to activate the shield spell framework in the wizard's cloak to recharge the spell. Alternatively, a magic stone can be used to quickly recharge it, as magic stones contain abundant energy that can greatly accelerate the recharging process.

As the door slowly opened, a tall, putrid creature stood silently behind it.

"Go in—" A complex sound came from the humanoid creature's throat, as if a sound transmission channel had multiplied into several, with disordered sounds coming from the mouths on its face, neck, and hands.

Abominations and Stitches are not the same kind of monster. Lynn guessed it was probably not an Abomination. If it were an Abomination, it should have already spotted him at this distance.

Abominations are not weak undead creatures. They are made up of many fragmented corpses and have the ability to grow on their own. They can devour body parts to increase their size or physical strength. Moreover, this race can awaken many necromancy spells.

The Frankenstein monster is different. Besides being "smaller" in size, it doesn't possess magic. Its only strength, which surpasses that of ordinary people, and its terrifying appearance can intimidate people.

This intriguing characteristic attracted many wizards to study Abominations, and they really put a lot of fun into it, creating many advanced races of Abominations.

Within the field of mutation studies, there is considerable information about the Abomination, an artificially created stitched monster.

Level 1 knowledge of mutation is extensive and far more complex than a simple introductory course. As Lynn's understanding of mutation deepens, his knowledge of various magical plants, monsters, and mutated creatures in the wizarding world also gradually increases, because mutation studies the mutations of these plants and animals.

The mirror image of "Banji" walked into the dungeon.

The Stitches followed behind, swaying its body. Because it was so close, its swinging arms even overlapped with Benji's reflection.

Fortunately, the dungeon was relatively dark, and this Frankenstein monster had very low intelligence.

Lynn followed behind and blended into the dungeon. The dungeon, which reeked of decay, was dimly lit, with only a few support pillars still burning with whale oil.

There were many potholes on the ground covered with puddles. Lynn carefully avoided these puddles and slowly crept over them.

Lynn smelled the air, which smelled like countless dead rats, and his eyes almost popped out from the stench. How could that guy possibly stay here?

Although Lynn knew that his senses would change after he was transformed into an undead, he still found the change somewhat exaggerated.

Lynn slowly crept behind a pillar and estimated the distance between them.

At a distance of forty or fifty meters, acid missiles are out of the question; the range of such spells is at most thirty meters.

The Sleeping Spell works, but its effectiveness is greatly reduced against undead creatures.

Forget about a whip of thorns that's only ten meters long.

Let's stick with Lesser Fireball.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Lynn did not use his mental powers to lock onto Rogue, but simply used physical aiming.

The entire process, from the moment the fireball condensed to the moment it flew out, took only one second.

In the distance, just as Roger noticed something was wrong with Benjy, a large, round fireball flew towards him from the shadows!

(End of this chapter)