Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 363 Mutrik
"Oh?"

Roy shifted his attention away from the newly completed holy emblem and asked a few questions.

It turned out that he had previously asked Shelbury to look for clues related to the soul painting. The other party worked hard and finally got some clues.

"That thing might have originated from the great painter Mutrik...

You may have heard of this guy.

He's the painter who seduced a noble girl and ended up having his sex changed!"

Is that the guy?
Roy came back to his senses and suddenly remembered the information he had heard before.

She was a victim of a sex-changing potion, and now she seemed to be in the largest brothel in downtown, "Pink Mary", taking customers day and night to pay off her debts!

"Why would he be willing to stay in a place like that?

Don't you all run away?"

Roy couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

“Isn’t that a huge debt that needs to be paid?
He has signed a contract, where can he run away?"

Shelbury laughed dryly.

"But that should be an ordinary loan agreement, without any demonic power mixed in..."

He actually still doesn't quite understand the mystery of soul painting. If he knew that it could be used to extract soul pigments, or even help create things like the Holy Rose Emblem, he would definitely have a completely new assessment of its value.

Of course, Roy couldn't tell him the truth. He just said a few words briefly, and after asking about the devil's movements, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"I don't have the ability to materialize spiritually...

But as an alchemist in the wizarding world, it is still easy to refine a physical badge.

This is equivalent to a first-level treasure!
From now on, I will be sanctified by spiritual power and be able to rise...

Perhaps there will also be a chance to comprehend the mystery of spiritual materialization!"

Before putting away the holy emblem he had just completed, he glanced down and thought to himself.

Holy light is originally more symbolic than material.

If it weren't for my own lack of strength...

It can even be set as an apprentice-level magic item, or even an ordinary object!
……

"Get ready, I'm going out."

After coming out of the alchemy room, Roy called Atidiya and the Prototype Apostle and began to dress up.

He is now using the body of a beautiful young boy. After a moment, he puts on a camouflaged outer skin and transforms into the young noble "Ilor".

Wearing a high-brimmed hat and holding a cane, he led the dignified and elegant maid "Prototype Apostle" and the cold-faced dark elf Planjie...

He quickly hailed a carriage and went out.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The cab driver took off his hat and saluted.

"Pink Mary."

Roy said calmly.

The driver suddenly looked surprised.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

Rich people have really weird tastes!
"What, what's the problem?"

Roy asked with a smile.

"No, it's nothing...

It’s just that I think there might be better places for a refined gentleman like you to entertain yourself…”

The driver was confused and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Roy said, "I heard that a famous painter ended up there last year. I wanted to go see for myself."

The driver suddenly understood and started chatting while driving the horse.

"I see, no wonder then!

I tell you, this is a rare thing. This is the first time I have heard of such a thing in my life."

Roy thought to himself, "That's because you are ignorant."

The driver continued, "I've driven several guests there before, and they all praised it, saying it was delicious... It really is true that only men can understand men..."

Planjie immediately showed a look of disgust.

Roy was quite interested in what he heard and asked for some more related information.

……

"Sir, we're here. I hope you enjoy your time here!"

After a while, the driver brought Roy to a large entertainment venue that was decorated magnificently.

Although this is the downtown area, as a famous place where many guests gather, it still has a flourishing scene unlike other places.

Roy saw many gentlemen like himself traveling in carriages, all of them well-dressed and elegant.

“Huh!”

Suddenly, a few whistles caught his attention.

Roy turned his head and saw several prostitutes in ballet skirts standing on the street corner.

Seeing that they had attracted attention, they all lifted up their skirts...

“Oh, Lord of Light!

Please wash my eyes with holy light!"

Roy facepalmed.

"Get out of here, you bitches! Stop getting in the way!"

Someone came out and drove away the prostitutes fiercely, then turned around and smiled at Roy.

"Sir, please come in. I promise you'll have a great time!"

"No need to say anything more, I'm here to see Mutrik...

It's urgent, please cut in line, understand?"

When Roy saw the flashy madam coming over, he took out a handful of gold coins.

"Guest, please come in first!"

The madam was overjoyed and took him inside without any further ado.

"Mutrik, Mutrik!

"Guests are waiting!"

Soon, Roy met the legendary Mutrik.

As expected, the power of the transformation potion was very thorough.

If Roy had not known the other party's story in advance, and even collected photos through intelligence channels for comparison, he would never have been able to confirm that this was the once famous painter Mutrik.

He now looked like a beautiful girl who was more beautiful than flowers, with a tall figure and a melancholy temperament. He seemed to have completely accepted his fate. He was wearing cool clothes and lying on his side on the soft couch in the room, waiting.

"Another guest?

Come on, hurry up, don't waste time."

Roy smiled and waited for a moment. When the madam left, he closed the door and said straight to the point, "Mutrik, do you know anything about soul painting?"

"what?"

Mutrik's expression instantly became serious.

He seemed to be electrocuted and sat up straight with excitement: "How...how do you know this thing?"

"It seems you know."

Roy said thoughtfully.

"Sir, where did you find out about this?
That’s right, I did have a soul painting in my hands, but it was taken away by that damn Tulip Duke!

There are clues to supernatural powers left by my ancestors. For hundreds of years, people have tried to crack its secrets, but to no avail...

Oh, damn, not only did I not gain any benefit from it, but I was also badly hurt by this legend!
If it weren't for that damn rumor, I wouldn't be in this situation now!"

After just a few simple conversations, Mutrick understood that Roy was not the kind of customer who would "come up to men just because they know them."

He came for that matter.

Suddenly, he was so excited that he kept pouring out like beans.

(End of this chapter)