master transferred to spellcaster

Everyone who came here has more or less received news about this beforehand.

But at this time, they still held their breath unconsciously when they heard David say this sentence himself.

Since modern times, with the development of the economy and the improvement of medical and health services, the average life expectancy of human beings has been continuously increasing.

From 1850 years old in 40 to 1977 years old in 72, the contribution made by the progress of medical level cannot be ignored.

Yet even in modern times, there are still many incurable diseases.Even if some survived after barely being cured, the quality of life will be greatly reduced.

In addition to disease, there is also a fear that cannot be avoided as long as it is a living thing-aging.

Aging means getting closer to death.Although there have been various studies in modern society, trying to prove that it is the mechanism of aging and death that promotes the evolution and development of organisms.

That's true from a macro perspective.

But when it comes to individuals, how many people will not be afraid of aging and death, and will not be greedy for life.

Especially these people who have already mastered wealth and power and stand at the top of the social pyramid, how can they be willing to let go of all kinds of secular things.

David has been in this industry for many years and has personally experienced such despair, so he knows all too well the madness that this medicine will cause.

His drug research and development organization has many pioneering drugs that have not yet been announced and have not been tested in clinical trials-but none of them can cure him.

The experimental drug had many side effects, and in the later stage he couldn't even tell whether it was the pain caused by the disease or the pain caused by the side effects of the drug.

At this moment, the mysterious man who claimed to be Hohenheim appeared.

Break through layers of security, enter his ward without anyone noticing, wake him up from a weak coma, and provide a research room containing all the most advanced equipment in order to cure him.

I don't know what the other party did at that time. At that time, he felt sober as never before, and the pain was far away from him at that moment.

Since he can sneak in here quietly, it is easy for the other party to want his own life, not to mention that even if the other party does nothing, his own life will not be long, so there is no reason to come here to play tricks on him.

No matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than it is now.

He took a gamble—and luckily he took a gamble.

After he nodded in agreement, the other party cut open his finger, collected a few drops of blood, and poured a vial of clear liquid into his mouth.

The tasteless liquid slid down his unfed throat to his empty stomach.

He could only describe what happened after that as miraculous.

With each difficult breath, he could feel his body recovering bit by bit, and the miraculous liquid seeped into his body bit by bit, so the pain disappeared, the lost consciousness returned, and he became a healthy person without pain again. people.

Ten minutes later, a sudden change in the data of the equipment connected to his body alarmed the entire hospital.

At David's strong request, they removed the equipment attached to his body, and then stared dumbfounded at the man who could only lie on the hospital bed and rely on the equipment to maintain his life now, and now he can no longer rely on other people's help. Walk freely in the ward with support.

For a week after that, his condition improved day by day. On the seventh day, a thin layer of stubble even grew on the top of his head, which had been smooth for decades.

The physical examination report showed that the state of his various organs had regressed by at least ten years.

In other words, he was at least ten years younger.

What a frightening force, something beyond the reach of human beings, like a miracle.

Hohenheim left behind five potions the size of a pinky finger.He tried to analyze the ingredients in it, but the result he got was——

This is an element that has never been seen, at least so far, no such element has been found on Earth.

He also guessed whether this is a new synthetic element, but with his scientific research strength, he couldn't even guess which existing elements this element might be synthesized from.

This is a unique masterpiece that cannot be replicated for at least a hundred years.

Hohenheim's whereabouts were uncertain, and he only visited once when handing over the agreed equipment.

At that time, he asked the other party how the output of this liquid medicine was, and the answer he got was that what he had in hand was the final product.

The other party must have kept some for himself, but no matter how much there is, there should be nothing left.

After all, how could there be so many such precious miracles, the other party might have obtained these medicinal liquids by accident.

It is rare and cannot be copied, and these two characteristics determine its preciousness.

They can bring him unimaginable benefits.

"What GOSPEL, you're pretending to be a ghost." Suzuki Sonoko looked at the old man on the stage with a cold expression and spit.

Behind the old man was a picture projected by the projector. In the picture was a comparison of the two physical examination reports of David when he was seriously ill and after he recovered.

But this person is in this line of work himself, and it is easy for his own hospital to fake it. With this exaggerated publicity, Suzuki Sonoko feels that he has reason to suspect that the other party is here to deceive a fool.

But why are these high-ranking "fools" listening seriously?

David also knows that words alone are not enough to explain anything, people trust their eyes more.He had a dog pushed up.

This dog is very old, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a golden retriever. It should have looked like people loved it when it was young, but now it is so old that the flesh on its body is drooping, and its fur has lost its luster and is sparse. On its body, the ups and downs of the abdomen are barely visible.

Its body is densely covered with electrodes, and the wires are connected to the instruments in a messy manner. The real-time monitoring results are projected on the wall, and people can intuitively see the digitization of its death process.

David picked up a knife on one side and cut a finger-long wound on the hound's abdomen facing the audience, and the blood-stained wound was displayed on the screen in real time.

This kind of behavior made Suzuki Sonoko very uncomfortable, with a worried expression on his face, "What is that old man doing?" As he said that, he was about to step forward, but was blocked by an outstretched arm.

"Look……"

What a nice look.

Thinking this way in her heart, Suzuki Sonoko subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

David standing on the stage ignored the small commotion in the audience, carefully sucked a drop of liquid from the test tube with a straw, and then dropped the liquid into the hound's mouth.

One second, two seconds—

Before everyone counted silently to the third second, the projected instrument data continued to climb like a rocket.At the same time, the wound on the hound's abdomen wriggled and healed visibly to the naked eye.

When everyone couldn't help the dryness of their eyeballs, and finally blinked, the wound was completely healed, not even a scar was left, and the physical data returned to a level that can be called healthy, even the hair is gone. Much brighter and more exuberant.

The golden retriever, who was still dying just now, propped up his body, jumped off the stage, jumped a few times vigorously, and was hugged by the guard next to him.

He looks like a full grown dog now.

For a while, there was no other sound in the hall except heavy breathing, and everyone was deeply shocked by this miracle——

However, they did not feel awe because of this. At this time, only greed thrived in this silence.

In the corner of the banquet hall, people from the mysterious world felt no less shocked than others.

It is precisely because they are in it that they know how difficult it is to achieve such an effect.

"How is it possible..." The members of the Black Order were the first to lose their breath.Exorcists use the energy body called holiness to fight. Although holiness can strengthen their physical abilities, including the body's self-healing ability, until now there has been no purely healing ability.

The gray-haired old Taoist priest didn't make a sound, but his half-closed eyes were wide open at this time, and then he quickly returned to his original expression, coughing lightly, and the impetuous young Taoist priests standing behind him immediately went to sleep. Silent.

"This is very interesting, what does Lixiang think?"

There is also a shortage of medical talents in the Japanese conjuration world. Strictly speaking, there is only one person in the family, and there is no useful inheritance in this area except for demon masters. The communication in the magic world is strange.Gojo Satoru knew the value of this bottle of potion very well.

"If the output cannot be increased, it is meaningless to the magician."

Fujimaru Tachika gave the answer without thinking.As a matter of fact, rare treasures have always been the exclusive possessions of the rich and powerful. Even if they are sold publicly, the price is absolutely unaffordable for ordinary magicians.

"Well, that's right. If you take it back now, it will only become the old man's collection. It would be great if you could know how to get it."

"If you ask directly, you probably won't say it, exchange or... think of something else?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the cheap student he had picked up with a new look, "Lixiang, you are quite good."

Fujimaru Tachika: No, it's just that you think too much.

He just wanted to say that he also had a subtle sense of familiarity with this potion, maybe the person who made this potion was also someone he knew before.

But this guess is too unfounded, and it seems a bit self-aware.Fujimaru Tatsuka opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the door of the banquet hall was opened, and the waiter hurriedly walked a few steps beside David.

Perhaps because of his eagerness, the voice of the waiter was not too low, at least Edogawa Conan, who followed Ashiya Michiman to the toilet and came back, could hear clearly.

"Leighton Adams is dead, in his own room, he, he..."

The waiter shivered, as if thinking of something extremely terrifying.

The guests in the front row listened to the matter thoroughly, and within a few words, the entire banquet hall was filled with whispers.

The death of the youngest Adams did not sound like a suicide.If it was a homicide, the murderer is now on this ship, maybe even in this banquet hall.

On the vast sea, the cruise ship itself is a closed secret room, which makes the people who have nowhere to escape panic even more.

People put aside their interest in the Gospel medicine for the time being. After all, no matter how good the medicine is, it must be consumed with one's life. No one knows what the purpose of the possible desperadoes might be.

Some people's eyes flashed a dim light, if they can take advantage of the chaos...

It doesn't seem like a good choice for each of them to go back to their rooms now, after all, Adams died in his own room.

A large number of people always seems to be a kind of inexplicable confidence. It seems that as long as you are in the crowd, you will feel more secure. Even if someone is selected by the murderer, it will not be you.

David, whose speech was interrupted, was not very happy. He sealed the test tube and stuffed it into his suit pocket, frowning to communicate with the waiter.

From the corner of his sight, Fujimaru Tateka saw the boy with black-rimmed glasses and a blue suit, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, and dragging Ashiya Michiman out of the banquet hall.

Fujimaru Tachika hurriedly stepped forward to follow.Seeing this, Gojo Satoru kept up with Fujimaru Tachika at the same speed, "Where are you going?"

"I just saw that the kid I knew went out by itself, and I'm going to bring him back."

"Then I'll go too. There are those two groups of people here, as well as two exorcists. That's enough."

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The moment Fujimaru Tachika moved, Paracelsus saw him and the white-haired man beside him.

Without rushing to meet each other, the scholar eager for knowledge stared intently at the never-before-seen energy emanating from the two of them, and did not look away until they disappeared behind the door of the banquet hall.

Then, he hurriedly walked towards another exit.

Suzuki Sonoko, who was in a hurry to find Mao Lilan, didn't notice his departure, and the others turned a blind eye to his departure, so Paracelsus disappeared quietly among the crowd.