Night.

Inn, the room where Richard lived.

At the table, Richard sat upright, quill in hand, writing and drawing on a papyrus scroll, occasionally pausing for a long time to think about it before he started to make a stroke.

For a moment, Inspector Richard exhaled and looked at an intricate pattern on the scroll, his eyes twinkling.

"There shouldn't be any problems. Richard said, his gaze sharpening a little.

After speaking, Richard took off the No. 1 ring in his hand, used the space iron ring, and began to work on it carefully - instead of carving new magic patterns, it made the "accelerated recovery" magic patterns a little more complicated.

This is the result of research in recent days, and after testing the magic pattern on the inner wall of the drifting bottle several times, Richard has found a way to strengthen the function of "speeding up the recovery" of the magic pattern, which is now used in practice.

Due to the repeated simulation in his mind many times, taking into account various situations, coupled with the strong ability of the Space Iron Ring "Absolute Processing of Spatial Accuracy", it didn't take long for Richard to complete the improvement of the "Accelerated Recovery" magic pattern.

Because it is engraved on the inconspicuous silver-white No. 1 ring, even if it is improved, it still looks the same, but Richard knows that the function has been significantly enhanced.

Bringing the ring back to his finger, Richard flipped his hand over, took out a scalpel from the space iron ring, and then opened his arm, and slashed down at his forearm with an expressionless face.

The scalpel was sharp, and with a slight stroke, blood flowed out happily, dripping down his arm and onto the table.

As soon as Richard's mind moved, different kinds of free energy elements in the magic source in his body poured out, the No. 1 ring was activated, and the improved "Accelerated Recovery" spell was released.

The next moment, visible to the naked eye, the speed of blood flow slowed down rapidly, and the blood on the surface of the wound began to become a little viscous, which was the rapid aggregation of platelets. After a short time, the narrow wound had formed a bloody scab. After that, the blood scab falls off, leaving a white mark on the wound. After that, the white marks disappeared little by little, and the skin on the forearm returned to normal.

This is exactly the effect of the improved "faster recovery": on the basis of speeding up the recovery of injuries and endurance over a long period of time, it can further make the recovery of injuries in a shorter time. And the price to be paid is the weakness of the body caused by the rapid division of cells and the large consumption of energy reserves in the body.

At present, this effect can only be used on flesh wounds, and the effect is not very large. However, Richard was confident that as he continued to study the Drifting Bottle Spell, he could recover from bone damage and even visceral trauma. At that time, it may be possible to disguise himself as an unbeatable and powerful owner of the Scarlet Seed.

With this in mind, Richard took the scalpel and cut it at his forearm again, this time the wound was not long, but it was so deep that it was almost bone-deep.

Richard once again unleashed the spell of "Accelerated Recovery", and it was visible to the naked eye that flesh sprouts grew from the incision of the flesh, which quickly intertwined together, and the wound quickly closed and returned to its original state.

Richard's eyes flickered, and after trying a few movements to make sure that there was no effect, he picked up the quill pen and wrote quickly on a new papyrus scroll.

"Rustling ......"

After recording the data, Richard put down the quill pen and continued the test.

To outsiders, Richard is a psychopath, masochistic, self-harming, but in Richard's eyes, it is just purely collecting the data needed for the experiment.

When the cold scalpel slides through the soft, elastic muscles that carry body temperature, it does hurt, but in Richard's cognition, this is just a manifestation of nerve signals in the brain, nothing more than the release of electrical signals, without any fear or resistance.

"Poof", come and go......

"Poof", another knife......

......

After half ringing.

Richard carefully wiped the blood stains on the table and the ground with a dry cloth, and threw it into the spatial iron ring to prevent any suspicious traces from being left. Then, holding a quill pen, on another new papyrus scroll on the table, quickly wrote some summaries.

“...... In summary, the effect of this spell is similar to ......"

After writing, Richard stood up and stretched, and moved his body to get some rest, after all, there was still something to do after dawn. But as soon as he stood up, an indescribable hunger pang came out of his body, as if every cell in his body was asking for energy.

"Hmm...... Too many tests, and 'speed recovery' is overused, so the energy consumption is too great?" Richard pursed his lips and thought, "...... that way"

The next moment, Richard opened the door with a "squeak" and walked out.

Walking into the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, Richard saw that although it was not closed, only a few candles were lit, and it was very deserted. After all, it was already the middle of the night, and except for a few drunkards who were still lying on the table half-drunk, there was no one else.

Richard didn't care about this, walked straight to the counter, knocked on the counter, and woke up the guy who was sleeping on the counter.

"Ha-yaw-" The guy opened his eyes and quickly asked, "Is there anything you need, this guest?"

"I want to eat something. ”

"May I ask you ......?"

"Two freshly baked breads, two bowls of mushroom soup, two medium-rare pan-fried steaks, and less ......salt," Richard said quickly.

The man's eyes widened a little as he listened to Richard talk about the many kinds of food. Of course, the back kitchen of the inn can make these things, but the problem is that it is already midnight. The guy had imagined that he would be scolded for waking the chef up.

The guy's face showed embarrassment, and he looked at Richard and couldn't help but whisper: "This guest, you see, you have eaten so much in this night, I am afraid that it is not good, and it should not be good for your health." Or ......"

"Smack", Richard didn't say much, just slapped a gold coin on the counter.

The man's eyes straightened instantly.

Gold!

"One third of this gold coin is given to you as a tip, a third is given to the cook in the kitchen as a hardship fee, and the remaining third is used as a meal. Got it?"

"Understood!" the man shook his head very forcefully.

"Can it be done?" asked Richard again.

"Absolutely. "The guy is about to get his head flying.

This is a gold coin! A gold coin is almost worth a year's salary, even if it is only a third, it is enough to keep him working for several months. When the time comes, give the cook a light of the gold coins and tell the chef that there is a third of him, and the chef will stop scolding, but he is afraid that he will be able to kneel down and call his father. In these years, rich is the master.

But then again, isn't it a bit too much to give a third to the chef? Anyway, the chef doesn't know the specifics, so he will give it to the other party when the time comes...... One in ten, presumably the chef will be happy not to find the east, west, north and south. Well, that's it.

Thinking like this, the man put away the gold coins on the counter, smiled at Richard, and ran quickly into the back kitchen.

......

After a while, Richard sat down at a table in the hall, and when a large amount of food was served, Richard began to feast.

In a moment, Richard swept away the food, feeling a sense of sufficiency, and the feeling of the many cells in his body asking for energy was gone.

I got up and was about to walk back to the room, when suddenly my eyes skimmed out of the corner of my eye. Turning his head, Richard looked into a dark, unlit corner of the inn lobby and saw a figure sitting at a table.

This is......

Richard stepped closer, walked gently to the figure, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Macbeth?"

"Hmm. The other party responded, picked up a wine glass in the dark, and drank it all, with a bit of self-deprecation, "I deliberately sat in such a dark place, and you found out." ”

"If you're lying on the table, like the rest of the drunkards, you won't be noticed—you're sitting so upright that it's too obvious. ”

"Is that so......" muttered Macbeth, then asked, "do you know why I'm here?"

"It has something to do with the question Nancy asked you during the day. ”

"Forehead ......"

"Want to hear a story?" asked Macbeth.

"I don't really want to hear it. Richard said frankly.

"In that case......," Macbeth raised his hand as if to chase people away, but finally pointed to the seat next to him in the darkness, "then sit down and listen." ”

Richard shrugged his shoulders, knowing that whatever his answer was, he was afraid that Macbeth's answer would be the same, so he had to sit in the seat next to him.

Macbeth begins to tell: "Once upon a time...... I actually had a wizard squire, but she died in an accident......"

"Uh, and then what?"

"What? No then. ”

"Forehead ......"

"That's right. Macbeth remembered something, and slowly recalled, "She has beautiful blonde hair, and she loves yellow irises, and she loves shiny gold coins. Other than that...... I especially like to eat marmalade with salt. ”

Richard suddenly understood something.

"Alright, that's the end of my story. Macbeth turned his face as he said and looked at Richard, his tone becoming cold, "You can go back to your room and sleep." ”

"Yes. Richard stood up and was about to leave.

"Remember. Macbeth warned again in the darkness, "You are not allowed to say these things to any man, or else...... I'll kill you. ”

"Then Master Macbeth, why did you tell me?" Richard couldn't help but say in his heart, but on the surface he still nodded and said seriously, "Yes." ”

Then he turned and walked upstairs.

......