Chapter 1032
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Sonaron lit a Spirit Calming Cigarette for him.
This kind of tobacco was not like the inferior cigarettes made by the rats in the city.
The tobacco he smoked was the product of the humans before the continent was ruled by the Grey Fog.
He leaned back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. The smoke floated in front of his eyes.
It could calm his mind, but the pleasure and stimulation it brought was much weaker than the Laughter Pill.
Sonaron did not like the Laughter Pill because he was tired of it.
"What's bothering you again?"
A woman who seemed to be in her forties walked out from the corner of the room. She slowly walked to Sonaron's side and sat down beside him. She spoke softly.
"Number One … I might be killed by my sister."
Sonaron placed his hand on the woman's shoulder. The woman was one of the despicable humans, but Sonaron had an unknown relationship with her.
He was one of the four rulers of this city, the embodiment of the Grey Fog.
In Sonaron's eyes, humans were his food, but in Sonaron's eyes, he was the most human-like Grey Fog among his siblings.
Sonaron had similar desires to humans. When he was young, he craved power and money. He also had a strong appetite and liked to try all kinds of food. He also had a desire for the female body.
However, the duration of these desires was very short, so Sonaron wanted to find new stimuli.
He tried taking the Laughter Pill, which did bring him pleasure for a period of time, but the effect of the pill soon lost its effect on his body.
Currently, the only thing Sonaron was not tired of was probably the extremely rare Spirit Calming Smoke in the city and the woman beside him.
"Why? Hasn't she not come to see you for almost a few years? "
The woman picked up a few bottles of alcohol on the table. They were of different types. She poured them into empty glasses according to the ratio and gave them to Sonaron after shaking them slightly.
"I've always wondered why the people in this city would not get tired of the Laughter Pill. I didn't expect this day to actually come." Sonaron took the glass the woman handed him and drank it in one gulp.
"We humans are not like you. There are some things that we will never get tired of."
The woman glanced at the Laughter Pills piled up in the room, but her gaze was forced to look at Sonaron.
"Yes! You're right, but it'll be troublesome once we find a substitute, "Sonaron said as he let go of the woman.
"I really can't think of anything that can replace the Laughter Pill."
The woman wasn't intimidated by Sonaron's rude behavior. She took the glass of wine that Sonaron had downed in one gulp and began to mix a second glass.
"This is it."
Sonaron said as he picked up a raw crystal on the table. The woman put down the wine bottle and glass and Sonaron stuffed the raw crystal into her hand.
"I've heard that the way to do this is to crush it. Try it," Sonaron said.
The woman tried to crush the Primordial Crystal, but she was too weak. Sonora covered the back of her hand with his palm and used his strength to crush the Primordial Crystal in her hand.
In an instant, the light of the Inscription enveloped her body and quickly flowed into her body.
"How does it feel compared to when you ate the Laughter Pill?" Sonaron asked immediately.
"It feels amazing," the woman said as she looked at her hands.
"Magic … and some new things."
Sonaron saw the Little Tyrant interface appear in front of the woman. It was the beginning scene of the Twin Dragon.
"What is this?"
Under the influence of curiosity and longing for new things, Sonaron reached out and grabbed the handle that was floating in midair.
The moment he pressed a button on the handle, the image instantly changed.
Sonaron tried pressing another button, and the person on the screen suddenly took a step forward.
"Interesting." He had never seen this kind of magic before.
… …
Aibo put on the Inspector's clothes again and went to the alchemy workshop where the Laughter Pill was made.
"Is this the workshop?"
The clothes on her chest wriggled, and an Orange Cat's head popped out. It looked up at the building glowing with green light in the distance.
"Why do you have to hide here?"
Ai Bo immediately used his hand to push the orange cat's head back into the ground.
She had no sense of shame about her body. She was very indifferent to the concept of men and women. She simply felt uncomfortable with a furry thing clinging to her chest.
"You won't let the Orange Cat sit on your head, so I have no choice but to do this."
Josiah was still controlling the Orange Cat. As for why the adult Orange Cat could hide in Aibo's chest, it was obviously because of Hiri's mysterious Order magic.
Since they were about to reach the alchemy workshop, Aibo did not argue with the Orange Cat anymore.
On the other side, Josiah clearly saw through the Orange Cat's vision … the alchemy workshop that produced the Laughter Pill.
"An alchemy workshop of this scale … There's no reason for it to appear in a city where even magic is desolate."
Qianmian sat on the long table next to Josiah and looked at the castle-like building in the distance.
This was the "industrial zone" of Black Shell City, and there were no signs of humans around.
"Maybe it was built in the past? But in the past, the people in this city were extreme idealists … Aibo, who built this workshop? "Josiah curiously asked the girl in the Grey Fog.
"I don't know. This workshop has been here since I was born," Aibo said.
"Looks like we can only look for clues in the workshop."
The Orange Cat once again crawled back into Aibo's clothes, only poking out half of its head to observe the situation outside.
Aibo could only put her arm on her abdomen to prevent the Orange Cat from suddenly slipping down.
She easily entered the interior of the alchemy workshop with the identity of an Inspector. It seemed that her elder sister had not informed the people here of Aibo's betrayal.
The scenery inside the alchemy workshop was beyond Josiah's expectations. The mechanical facilities here were definitely not something that the craftsmen of Black Shell City could make. Even in the past, Black Shell City would not be able to make such exquisite mechanical facilities.
"Those green flames look like … the Fire of Sin?" Hiri said to Josiah with some uncertainty.
On the other side of Aibo's position, the huge machinery began to rotate with the operation of the gears and inscriptions. Their power came from the crushed protocrystals. Jars of viscous liquid that emitted a dark green light were poured into an unknown mixing pool.
Those who did not know might think that … this was the production workshop of the Coke of Sin.
"I can only quickly find the manager of this alchemy workshop and ask him."
While Josiah and Hiri were talking, Aibo was not idle.
The human guarding the alchemy workshop saw Aibo's arrival and immediately hurriedly came to greet him.
Aibo's identity in the past was the head of the Inspectors in this city.
"What brings you here, Lady Abo?" a fat human asked her cautiously.
"Take me to see your ruler," Aibo said.
"But Lord Sonaron just gave the order that no matter who it is …"
"I am also ordering you."
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