Chapter 150: The Alchemical Laboratory (3)

I am going in now. You are not allowed to enter inside. I might not come out for the next few days. If you need anything, just call someone directly, said Cold-Blood Thirteen. In the end, he still chose to proceed with his previous matters first, temporarily casting aside the issue with Ye Lang to let the latter enjoy a little more free time.

Of course, this was not out of kindness, nor was it because he couldn't bear to make a move against Ye Lang. Rather, dealing with Ye Lang could be done slowly at his leisure, whereas his own mission could not be delayed. Someone was already pressing him for progress.

Once he went inside, there was no telling how long it would take. The few days he mentioned were not just within ten days; that number of days could be any integer greater than one.

According to his past records, his longest stay inside lasted a full half a year, leaving the entire Cold-Blood Group in a state of curious speculation. However, his achievements also surprised them, so after that, no one ever bothered to monitor how long he stayed inside.

Understood, go ahead with your mind at ease! Ye Lang said indifferently. He had not placed any thought on Cold-Blood Thirteen whatsoever, nor did he care about the latter's life or death. He could go wherever he pleased.

...A trace of a black line appeared on Cold-Blood Thirteen's forehead before slowly fading away. Behave yourself. This is the Cold-Blood Group, and you could lose your life at any moment. If you run into those ruthless fiends, even I won't be able to save you! Especially if you see Cold-Blood Five, stay as far away from him as you possibly can!

Oh, got it... Ye Lang replied apathetically, and anyone could tell that he hadn't taken the warning to heart.

Forget it. Even if you die, it's all the same. The probability of success might be slightly lower, but for me, it's still no big deal! Cold-Blood Thirteen said indifferently. Of course it would be good if Ye Lang stayed alive, but dying was just as well; he could still study his constitution either way.

He had ways to preserve a corpse for a very long time, and could even make a corpse move freely, though it would lack a soul—transforming it into a living dead!

Oh! Ye Lang showed no reaction to this, uttering merely a single syllable.

Cold-Blood Thirteen reacted similarly. He simply opened the second door of the alchemy laboratory, preparing to enter the secondary lab. He made no deliberate attempt to hide it from Ye Lang, opening it right in front of him because he felt there was no need; he was certain Ye Lang wouldn't understand a thing.

However, he could not possibly know that Ye Lang did understand, and that he didn't even need to look closely to open such a door—it would only take him a tiny bit of time.

This point, Ye Lang would soon prove with actual actions!

Consequently, Ye Lang didn't even bother looking at the time. He had no spare attention to go inside right now, and instead used this opportunity to digest the books here.

Just as Cold-Blood Thirteen stepped one foot into the secondary laboratory, Ye Lang suddenly and casually asked, What does Cold-Blood Five look like?

?? Cold-Blood Thirteen looked slightly puzzled, pausing in his tracks to stare at Ye Lang.

Didn't you tell me to watch out for him? If you don't tell me what he looks like, how am I supposed to watch out? Ye Lang asked casually, as if the question were entirely trivial and merely brought up on a whim.

If you see someone who looks just like me, with the number five written on their clothes, that's Cold-Blood Five. He is a merciless, cold-blooded killer who blinks not at shedding blood. Even if I were to offend him, he would kill me without hesitation, Cold-Blood Thirteen replied, issuing another reminder.

Oh, I see. He wears a mask and a trench coat just like you, with a serial number written on it. It seems everyone here dresses the same, except your clothes look slightly different from theirs, Ye Lang said, gazing at Cold-Blood Thirteen, who was still wearing his mask.

Within the Cold-Blood Group, no matter the place or occasion, even at the headquarters, they always wore masks and black cloaks. To put it simply, even members of the Cold-Blood Group itself had no idea what their peers actually looked like.

They would only reveal their faces when executing tasks alone, and only when necessary—though even then, that appearance wasn't necessarily their true face, but perhaps just disguise makeup.

Some might wonder whether such an outfit, worn in bustling urban areas, would attract unwanted attention and make people suspicious of what they did and why they wore masks and cloaks.

In reality, no one suspected such things here, because people dressed in this manner were by no means rare—in fact, there were a great many of them!

In the Vermilion Bird Empire—or rather, across the entire continent—many mages loved wearing black cloaks and concealing their faces. Although they did not wear masks, they still covered the upper half of their faces.

This was done to maintain a sense of mystery, and at the same time, it was a symbol issued by the Magic Guild—the mage robe, which was an unmistakable status symbol!

Furthermore, this attire was favored by many travelers, as well as certain alchemists and mercenaries, who often wore such cloaks for convenience.

I thought you guys only wore masks when you went outside. I didn't expect your hobbies to be so unique that you wear them even at home... Ye Lang said softly, before ignoring Cold-Blood Thirteen and returning to his reading.

Naturally, Cold-Blood Thirteen paid no more attention to Ye Lang, stepping into his second laboratory, and then into the third, hiding inside to tinker with the item he had brought along...

After a long while, Ye Lang finally finished leafing through all the books here. He picked up one of them, stood in the laboratory for a moment in thought, and then walked toward a certain door.

What the hell, not even telling me how the door opens. Fortunately, I have a few tricks up my sleeve; even if you don't tell me, I can still open it!!

Ye Lang fiddled with the door for a while. If anyone had been nearby, they would surely have seen bursts of light emanating from his hands, with magical elements radiating a mysterious color at his fingertips.

Click... After some effort by Ye Lang, the door opened naturally. Although it had taken quite a bit of time, it finally opened normally without any damage.

The moment Ye Lang stepped through the door, he froze in a daze for a moment... Huh, did I take the wrong door again? Ye Lang discovered that the scene inside did not appear to be an ordinary room like the one he had just left, but rather an even more complex laboratory.

Upon seeing this, Ye Lang considered retreating, as he didn't care much for these laboratories anyway. However, he quickly spotted something rather peculiar.

He noticed some very strange alchemy apparatuses, engraved with alchemy arrays he had never seen before. These seemed to belong to that particular kind of alchemy art.

Because these alchemy devices were incomplete—merely leftover components that had been discarded and deemed completely useless.

Presumably, these were the parts Cold-Blood Thirteen had fabricated here, with the successful ones already stored further inside, while the temporary waste here had yet to be cleared away.