Chapter 314 Meteorologist Potion

Led by the little boy, Camus also followed the crowd to buy a black robe.

"Do you know what you want to buy?" Seeing Camus change his number, the little boy picked his nose and spoke, and Camus smiled.

"Do you know extraordinary materials?"

"Of course, as a veteran of the exchange, this is the most basic, tell me." The little boy pursed his lips and spoke proudly. Camus looked at the little boy with new eyes. Extraordinary materials are all kinds of strange. It seems that this child is only about ten years old. This is a great achievement. Of course, we must first ignore the two white stains in front of his nose.

"Lightning fish gallbladder, fog forest grass." In order to try, Camus said two materials. The little boy turned around and ran into the crowd. After a while, he came over with two materials.

"Here, 5 gold coins, give me money." Looking at the two materials in front of him, Camus looked at the little boy in surprise. Although he didn't know if these materials were what he needed, judging from the magic fluctuations above, it should be okay.

"Do you have any storm grass?" Camus handed him 5 gold coins and asked again. Hearing this, the little boy looked Camus up and down and asked a strange question.

"Where are your rifle and pistol?"

"Uh... I left them at home." Camus whispered after hearing this.

"This is the first time I see a mechanic without a gun. You want to make elemental grenades, right? All the things you want are materials for making elemental grenades." The little boy looked like he understood. He ran into the crowd again and shouted at Camus.

"Come here. You have all the materials for making elemental weapons here, so I don't have to run back and forth." Hearing this, some people looked over. Camus smiled awkwardly and gave the little boy a bitter smile. How did this mindless guy survive until now?

Camus squeezed through the crowd and walked to a stall. He saw that the stall owner was not wearing a hood. He had a beard and brown hair, a small scar at the corner of his mouth, and an extremely burly figure. Looking at the childish Camus, he pointed at the materials on the ground and spoke.

"You choose, pay together, I won't cheat you." Camus looked around and spoke in a low voice.

"Ice crystal, activated alkaline water, bitter rain, flame stone, explosive mushroom..." Camus mentioned more than a dozen materials in addition to what he needed. The bearded man quickly picked them up from the stall and pushed them in front of Camus after a while.

"42 gold coins."

Camus was a little excited. He handed over the money expressionlessly and picked up the bag full of materials. At this time, he saw a crucible on the bearded man's stall, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"How much is this?"

The bearded man saw that Camus bought so many things, and his face was relieved. He looked at the crucible and spoke lightly.

"One gold coin."

Camus handed the bearded man another gold coin, put the crucible in the bag and left, while the bearded man threw the gold coin Camus had just given him to the little boy.

"This is your reward."

The little boy was overjoyed. After thanking him, he chased after him. He stood in front of Camus and pretended to be an adult.

"You can come to me if you need extraordinary materials in the future. What's your name? My name is Tom."

Camus pursed his lips, looked at the child in front of him, and said something that was inexplicably caused.

"Mr. Cold, you can call me Mr. Cold."

The little boy wiped his nose on his pants and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

"Please take care of me in the future, Mr. Cold, oh... this name is really good."

Seeing the other party's sincere smile, Camus also stretched out his hand.

"You too, Tom. If I need anything, I will definitely come to you." After saying that, Camus turned and left. His mind was now completely on the meteorologist's potion.

After changing cars many times, Camus, who felt nothing unusual behind him, returned to the hotel. He picked up the things in the hotel, turned into an ordinary black-haired young man, and moved in again. Just after he left the Jialan Exchange, I felt that there was always someone hanging behind him. Although he got rid of him, for safety, he was still ready to change his face and change to another hotel.

"Huh..." After pushing the door open, Camus took a deep breath. He closed the door excitedly and took out the crucible.

"Susie said that refining magic potions is not difficult, but you still have to be careful." Camus took down the lampshade of the kerosene lamp on the table, put the crucible on it, and picked up the materials needed by the meteorologist one by one.

"Storm grass, lightning fish gall bladder..." As the crucible burned red, Camus threw the materials in according to the order of the recipe.

"Sizzle..." As the materials fell in, white smoke suddenly came out of the crucible. Camus' face saw the storm grass melted into a dewdrop, and then threw other materials in. He saw that the fish gallbladder of the lightning fish merged with the dewdrop and turned into two white and black dewdrops. Camus' eyes lit up and threw the remaining materials in.

After a while, as the smoke in the house became thicker and thicker, a cup of colorful liquid appeared in the glass cup. Camus looked at the brightly colored potion and swallowed his saliva.

"It is said that the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are. This thing will not be poisonous, right?" Camus thought for a moment and resolutely picked up the potion. Since Huang Jintiancheng gave him the path of the meteorologist, it means that he will not harm himself.

"The extraordinary characteristics of the makeup artist come out." Camus whispered, and his makeup artist characteristics instantly floated out from his chest. Camus took a look and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Hmm...what a strange taste, a bit like the taste of malic acid." After the potion was swallowed, Camus showed a surprised expression, and then he closed his eyes and began to experience the mystery of the meteorologist.

In the spiritual world, at the moment when Camus drank the meteorologist's potion, a book with terrifying majesty appeared next to the Golden Scale. His pages slowly turned, and gradually a page broke away from the book, flew to Camus's spiritual world, and merged into his body.

In the real world, as Camus drank the potion, his face became paler and paler. He felt that his mind was about to explode. One by one, the knowledge filled his mind. Camus opened his eyes with a wow.

"No wonder there is no knowledge of promotion. It turns out that the meteorologist is completely responsible for the Book of Genesis. The Golden Scale gave me the potion formula. As for the knowledge of promotion, I need to improve it myself." Feeling a little swollen and painful in the head, Camus murmured softly.

"Is the knowledge of advancement in all paths summarized by the forerunners? So I am also a forerunner who can stand shoulder to shoulder with those gods? After all, the end of the sequence is the gods."

Thinking of this, Camus laughed, and he closed his eyes again to recall the ability of the meteorologist.

Meteorologist: can temporarily change the climate within a certain range, and can predict weather changes in advance.

Seeing this, Camus opened his eyes, he felt the warm air around him, and spoke in a low voice.

"Cold..." As he spoke, a cold current inexplicably appeared in the smoky room, and the whole room reached the freezing level in the blink of an eye. Camus looked thoughtful.

At present, the meteorologist in stage one is more like an auxiliary profession. Of course, his ability is at least better than that of a makeup artist. After all, a meteorologist is also a combat profession, but it tests the wisdom of the user.

Thinking of this, Camus continued to close his eyes. He has already drunk the potion of stage one, and he is more curious about what the meteorologist in stage two is called.

"Windtalker, the second stage of meteorologists is actually called Windtalker, and his knowledge for advancement is only a little bit."

"Understand the changes of wind."

Seeing this, Camus touched his chin. How should he understand the wind? What is considered to be reaching the standard? His current soul scale has surpassed the requirements of stage 2, which means that as long as I meet the conditions required for advancement knowledge and find the materials for the next formula, I can advance.

"Forget it, let's try my ability." Camus, who was confused, opened the curtains. He looked at the snowy sky outside, and a word suddenly flashed in his mind.

Heavy snow, tomorrow will be a heavy snowy weather.

"What a magical ability, maybe he is not as weak as I saw." Camus decided to develop the ability of the meteorologist. He looked back at the floating red and blue extraordinary characteristics and smiled bitterly.

"What should you do? I don't want to lose the ability of a makeup artist just after I got the curse." Hearing this, the red and blue makeup artist characteristics suddenly rushed over, rushed into Camus' body, and fell silent. Camus immediately touched his body, and he walked to the mirror and whispered carefully.

"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror, please tell me where Kaniso is." As Camus murmured, Camus suddenly felt a surge of magic power in his body, and a dark room appeared in the mirror in front of him. Kaniso was sitting on the bed with purple all over her body. Her eyes were dull and her clothes were tattered. Camus couldn't bear to look away.

"It is said that the demons in hell are terrifying, but in my opinion, who is more terrifying than humans? But makeup artists can really coexist with meteorologists, is it just me or others?"

Camus silently closed the mirror, he walked aside with a heavy heart, he began to think about a problem, at present, he was somewhat confident in dealing with these people, after all, he was beaten in vain, and the death of Kaniso's sister made him and Hanni and his gang have a feud.

"Alas... go out and take a look." Camus sighed in a low voice, pulled up his clothes and walked out.

The snow got heavier at noon. Camus walked in the snow, silently feeling the changes around him. Unlike before, he could now simply change the climate of a certain area. At this moment, he suddenly saw a puddle of snow water on the ground not far away. He focused his eyes and saw that the puddle on the ground quickly froze, and the water surface turned into ice in the blink of an eye.

"Interesting." Seeing this scene, Camus looked up at the gloomy sky and saw a drop of cold liquid hitting his face. It was rain, and this rain was changed by his ability as a meteorologist.

"Ice..." Feeling that the rain on his head was getting more and more, Camus murmured in a low voice, lowered his hat and walked forward. As he left, a large piece of hail fell from the sky, and the pedestrians around screamed. It was snowing, how could it suddenly turn into hail?

In the corner, Camus looked at the crowd of people who were talking over there, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I underestimated meteorologists."