"Bitter Throat Medicine. A small-dose potion (1 ounce) prepared through alchemical techniques, which can effectively cure internal and external injuries, burns, poisoning, epidemics, and even Miasma pollution. It has a strong analgesic effect and is a commonly used medicine among alchemists."
"Magic Potion Gauze. Gauze coated with secret ointment can effectively heal trauma and has a certain analgesic effect. It is a commonly used medicine by alchemists."
"Alchemy Hotline. An encrypted telephone and dedicated line communication engraved with a complex alchemical array. This is an exclusive item for alchemists to communicate over long distances, and it is relatively precious."
Looking at the description of the colorful entry, Gilan had a clear look on his face.
He fiddled with the objects on the workbench, two medicines, and an occult communication device.
He understands medicine quite well, and he has also used gauze.
'It's just this...Alchemy Hotline?'
He picked up the microphone. Its appearance was quite close to the landline microphone of the previous life, but the whole body was made of gray and black metal, with two protrusions at the top and bottom, which were the earpiece and the microphone.
This is different from the separate dial telephones that are more popular today.
Gilan couldn't figure out how to use it for the time being, and he didn't plan to study it here. He simply put it and the medicine back into Alchemy Pocket, and then stuffed the palm-sized leather bag into his trouser pocket.
Alchemy Pocket has entries, so it can naturally be stored in the dimensional space. However, if items are already stored in it, it cannot be "matryoshka".
One person turned on the demon and rummaged around in the secret room for a while, but found nothing more.
Finally, Gilan set his sights on the wooden box in the southeast corner.
He first asked Vivi to get in and take a look to make sure there were no hidden traps. Then he called out Demon-Hunting Axe and split the lock on the box with an axe.
Clang!
The lock bolt is broken and the cross section is smooth.
Gilan reached out and opened the arc cover of the wooden box with a bang.
There was nothing else inside, just two metal canes, side by side.
A bronze-colored thread with relief-like threads all over its body. If you look closely, you will see that they are small figures sitting upright on chairs, like indifferent spectators.
The bottom is a round copper ball the size of an egg, and the top handle is a very common "T" shaped handle, but one end is square and flat, and the other is flat like a pickaxe.
Overall, it looks more like a hammer.
"Cane of Justice. Sabbatai·Louis asked his friends to create an exclusive weapon for him. It is a masterpiece forged by the level 4 alchemist 'Mud Sculpting' of the 'Furnace Chalice' path."
"Using 'green mercury copper' as the main material, a large number of mysterious materials such as 'tin sulfur', 'salt crystal' and even 'Spirit Mystic Wedge Stone' are added. It is extremely tough, can kill evil creatures or spirits, and has the function of deformation."
"After deformation, gunpowder can be added to trigger an explosion through the collision of the hammer head, or the hammer head can continue to burn."
Gilan was holding the bronze cane with a happy face.
It is about one meter long and weighs about 30 pounds. It is heavy, cool and textured.
An average person might not be able to carry it, but it's just right for him.
'Sabbatai's cane!'
Gilan stroked the relief threads on it, feeling excited.
I felt for a bump under the handle, pressed it, and heard a crisp click.
There were a few more clicks.
The handle of the bronze cane deformed rapidly. First it flicked upward, then the bottom Gear twisted. The precise parts assembled and spliced by themselves, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a hammer head as big as a fist, with a flat bottom and a pointed tail!
The surface of the hammer is covered with densely packed tiny triangular edges, like sharp teeth, much like a meat mallet used in the kitchen to crack meatloaf.
On both sides of the middle of the hammer head, there is an air outlet valve with a hole, and there is a groove at the end, which should be a silo for loading gunpowder or ammunition.
Gilan grasped the staff and hammer and tried to swing it twice, when a dull whining sound came from the wind.
The momentum is raging and the hammering wind is frightening.
'Okay, okay!' Gilan was secretly happy.
This weapon is indeed very suitable for him.
He could imagine that with his physical strength, he would be able to easily smash the enemy's head with one blow.
If it is loaded with gunpowder, the power will definitely increase to another level.
Not to mention, there is also "Green Gunpowder" developed by Sabbatai!
'This cane must be an excellent weapon to match with that "Green Gunpowder".'
Gilan thought.
'It's no wonder that the movie Ms. Forest Dove watched was called <Hammer of Justice>.'
If there is any injustice done to him, the hammer should be brought down.
Very reasonable.
Gilan Press the deformation switch again, and with a clicking sound, the hammer head deconstructs itself within a second and quickly changes back to its original shape.
Immediately, it was collected into the dimensional space.
As for the other silver cane, it's obviously not as good as this one.
Even "Iridescence" does not have an entry.
Gilan picked it up and looked at it, and found that it had no deformation function.
The length is almost 1 meter, and the weight is a little lighter, only about 10 pounds. However, the overall body is still very strong and hard, with fine diamond patterns on the surface, and the handle is in the shape of an inverted "L".
'It must be a weapon with a trace amount of mysterious material added, but it is a little worse than Demon-Hunting Axe. Maybe it is the cane that Sabbatai was equipped with when he was young?'
Gilan thought.
He picked up the silver cane and was about to turn around and go upstairs.
The familiar Vivi flew to his ear and whispered something.
Gilan narrowed his eyes.
Not long after.
Two figures came down from upstairs, and in the dimness, a cold female voice came:
"Mr. Snowy Owl, do you want to monopolize Sabbatai's inheritance?"
Under the light of candles.
Ms. Forest Dove walked over expressionlessly. She held Mr. Stork's neck in one hand and held a Luger Pistol in the other as she patrolled the secret room.
The kidnapped Mr. Stork was not in good condition. He had lost his hat and mask, his face was in pain, his whole body was limp, one leg was drooping, and blood was seeping from under his trouser leg. He seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
On the other hand, Ms. Forest Dove was unscathed. Obviously the previous injuries were all disguised.
She must have planned to rebel and backstab the two people who came to support her. Mr. Stork was unprepared and naturally suffered heavy losses.
"Huh?" Ms. Forest Dove stopped.
She took a closer look and found that in the dark secret room, Mr. Snowy Owl, whom she had never met before, was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, unable to see clearly.
"Oh, thank you for helping me find the entrance to the secret room, which saved me a lot of trouble. But you are all going to die here today, what a pity."
Ms. Forest Dove pointed the pistol at the man beside the bed, lowered his head and said affectionately:
"Stork, tell me the hiding place of the film in your hand, and I can give you a pleasure."
Mr. Stork gasped and ignored her.
Instead, he said in a deep voice to Gilan in the darkness:
"Sorry Snowy Owl, I shouldn't have asked you to come with me."
Mr. Stork's heart is full of grief, anger and unwillingness.
He really didn't expect that his friend and companion for many years would betray him. This time the other party's request for help was actually just a cover. Its real purpose was not only the inheritance of Sabbatai, but also the True Film Reel in his hand.
At this point, Mr. Stork knew that the chance of a comeback was slim. After being severely injured by a sneak attack, he had lost his combat effectiveness. However, Forest Dove had not been seen for several years, but his strength had improved a lot, and he was not far behind a fighting master.
The fledgling Mr. Snowy Owl may not be a match.
Today, both of them are likely to die here!
"You think you're a sure winner, ma'am?"
A faint sound came from the edge of the bed.
"Huh?" Ms. Forest Dove looked at the man with a strange expression.
She chuckled.
"No need to be pretentious, I'll send you on your way."
Ms. Forest Dove is about to pull the trigger on the man.
A small figure that she couldn't see was floating beside the experimental workbench early, smiling and blowing on the candle.
Huh--
The only firelight went out, and the secret room fell into darkness.
Ms. Forest Dove was shocked, but he fired with a cold face.
Bang bang bang bang!