Viscount led the camp, Alison lay on the ground, holding a colorful pen and constantly drawing formulas on a large sheepskin roll, and behind her was the scaled alchemist furnace.

Alison has been doing research here since the end of the parliament.

She kept experimenting here for two days and one night. Whenever she checked a formula, she would clean up a piece of material.

"Senior sister, take a break." McKenna crawled over with her hands upside down, staring at the stack of parchment beside Alison.

Alison stopped writing after hearing this, sat on the ground and looked at McKenna with a smile, "Why doesn't it work?"

Ever since she had included the surveillance matters, Alison began experimenting, and the abandoned junk iron cost her one-tenth of it.

But no matter what, I cannot achieve the expected results.

"I don't know, I thought you had a idea." McKenna shook her head slightly, and looked inadvertently at the scrap metal pile beside her.

There were iron sheets with bat wings, horn irons with blind eyes, rotating pigeon knives, and all kinds of strange things were refined from the furnace behind Alison.

"I thought I would go according to my ideas, and the furnace also had the intention of cooperating, but these things came out." Alison sighed slightly at the scrap copper and iron that seemed to have original instinct.

"If you can't do it, don't do it. We are not alchemists or witches. Herbs are our profession." McKenna tilted her head and looked at Alison. "The people of the Empire cannot hurt us. If we can't beat us, we can still run."

Alison sighed when he heard this, and she looked at the wooden houses on both sides and shook her head slightly, "We can escape, but what about them, these people lived a wild savage life before, and they have never worn shoes for generations. Now they have become my subordinates. I always can't bear to them because I have become a slave to be squeezed again."

McKenna widened her eyes when she heard this, as if she wanted to see that what Alison was saying was just a joke, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.

"They are weak, no wonder we are."

Mackenna whispered, "I was made because I was weak. This world has always been the prey of the weak."

"But since I am their lord, I have to pay attention to them." Alison looked at Mackenna who didn't care, "You go back and rest, I will finish it soon."

Seeing that Alison could not be persuaded, McKenna had to use her hands to climb back upside down, while Alison leaned down to the ground, staring at the sky with half-closed eyes.

‘Where was the mistake?’

‘I have tried almost all the animals and plants that are visible nearby. Did I have to let myself put someone like in ancient times?’

‘Put someone?’

Alison fell into deep thought. After a while, she stood up. This method was too cruel, but she could put a drop of her own blood in it. No matter how you look at it, they were all human cells, and there should be no big difference.

Especially this one should be a high-end product.

Thinking of this, Alison waved his hand and drew a piece of the aircraft into the furnace, then bounced into another drop of blood, and then covered the lid.

"Buzz~"

The alchemist's furnace began to shake, and the amplitude was very large, until ten seconds later, the thing stopped completely.

Then Alison saw the furnace open the lid, and a hideous centipede with blood vessel patterns crawled out and ran towards him in a rustling manner.

"Cruff~" Alison kicked it into pieces.

‘The direction is right, what is needed is this vitality. Now there is still a lack of monitoring ability and control.’

Alison was delighted when she thought of this. She stretched out her hand and all the alchemy materials that had not been used before were tuned out.

They include the Lizard Gang, the Magic Eye Giant, the Evil Bat, the Taboo Apple, the Midnight Skeleton, the Crazy Prosthetic Legs, the Large Seasonal Eyeball, the Pigeon Flock of Bat Heads, the Optimal Magic Mirror, the Skinny Night Shift Guard, and the Premature Fish Food.

In order to have a wide range of monitoring, Alison even summoned the Eye of Kilrog, but when the big eyes saw it being put into the furnace, they were instantly scared to turn into a card.

Alison did not force this, after all, there were already many eyeballs here.

"Buzz~"

He reached out and adjusted the alchemist's furnace to the size of the temple. Alison threw all eleven materials into the furnace, and then started to spiritually move. In an instant, nearly 10,000 damaged aircraft appeared above the camp and then threw them into the furnace.

The sudden scene scared the patrolling Templars. If they hadn't seen Alison control it, they would have thought the Empire had invaded again.

However, Mackenna, Miriam and others looked at the furnace rising next door with anticipation. The adults will definitely succeed. Even if they fail, such a large furnace will not explode.

Under the stove, Alison, looking at the scene like a hundred birds returning home, threw the shattered former commander Amyrio into the furnace, and at the same time condensed a ball of greedy blood and threw it in.

As the last red light entered, the cover of the furnace flew over from one side, it thumped and began to shake violently.

The flames under the stove began to lick its whole body as the furnace swayed. The entire furnace seemed to turn into a big fireball. With the sound of shaking, it reached its peak. The flame suddenly shrank and disappeared, and the stove calmed down.

"Bang~" As everything stopped, the stove cover collapsed and flew out, and a half-black and half-white headless dove flew out from it and landed on Alison's shoulder.

Then the big-eyed lizard crawled out of the stove, a ball of shadow, the Skeleton Man, Emilio, etc., and they all came to Alison's side, and finally turned into a card with the headless dove.

Card: Seven people of the inspector (segmentable card)

Introduction: Monitor Emilio, flock of black and white doves, magic-eyed lizard, secret peeping man, fish food disguise, night shift guard, battlefield observer

Ability: clone, drift, concealment, regeneration

From: Crowdfunding of the local cult

‘This is obviously created by myself with a furnace to strengthen it. Those cults are now dead the next year.’

Alison thought to himself that the cards in his hand were seven, and then Alison threw out the Amyrio's one.

"Bang~" A smoke rose, and Emilio, who had six aircraft hovering beside him, appeared in front of Alison.

It was cold and expressionless. When it saw Alison saluting slightly, a glimmer of light flashed on its body, and countless aircraft popped out of it, then dispersed into the wild sky and camp, and one of them floated to Alison.

Seeing this, Alison moved his mind, the next second the small aircraft projected thirty-two light screens in front of Alison's eyes, and monitored anywhere in the camp with her thoughts.

"Yes, it's the effect I want." Alison's lips raised and he looked at Emilio, "Will you warn me?"

Amyrio nodded.

Chapter 45.1 The beginning of the assassination

After Alison developed the surveillance, the camp was celebrated, and Miriam and other witches arranged these things, the safe distance of the bonfire, the colorful lights, fireworks, food and singing and dancing content.

"This is a normal life."

Looking at the happy men and women, the elderly and children, Alison raised the wine glass in his hand and sighed.

After coming here, she could see very few truly happy atmospheres.

Even if it was that kind of short-term happiness, there was still a worry about tomorrow in my eyes.

After all, in this world, except for superiors and nobles, many people have no tomorrow.

Carmen also drank there with a glass of wine. He looked at the little thing floating beside him and couldn't help but admire the magic of technology, although the essence of this technology was made of alchemy.

"Our food reserves are insufficient, and there are clothes, etc. The consumption in the mining area is much faster than I thought."

Putting down the wine glass, Carmen said to Alison, "Because of the supplies, trading with the local area is not a problem, but this means that my previous idea has failed, and the fortress still needs a caravan to come in."

"In this way, Robert can't tell whether the people in the caravan are real guards or assassins."

"Build a trading point, where all the matters are traded. The camp is prohibited from entering, especially at night, those who enter alone or are professionals must be bad people." Alison said casually.

"Are you prohibited entering the camp?" Carmen nodded when he heard this, "Indeed, then it will be resolved."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared at the table. Alison was slightly stunned. Then he clicked on the aircraft beside him, and the aircraft beside Carmen showed the scene outside the camp.

It was five miles away from the camp, located in the seventh camp, and saw Carmen waving his arms and building a wooden house. In front of the wooden house, a huge sign appeared at the same time, with the words of the trading center written in concave and convex words. Even if the blind monk came, he could touch it with his hands.

The trading rules mentioned by Alison just mentioned were recorded in that trading center, and Carmen even took out two believers out of thin air and asked them to be responsible for guarding the trading center.

Then Carmen set up a sign a mile behind the trading center with a warning written on it, and four were set up along the way to the camp.

"Cruff~" After all this, Carmen returned to the table.

"Sir, I've finished setting up the arrangement. Your proposal is very good." Carmen said with a glass of wine.

"Well, I also arranged surveillance on that road, so that they would be discovered once they walked the main road." Alison nodded.

"You can't even cross the wooden walls we built by walking on the path." Carmen nodded.

As the two were talking, they saw a red light flashing in the aircraft. Someone came from the newly built trading center, and they fainted the two believers without saying a word.

Alison looked at the figure who was constantly searching the house in the picture and snorted, "This is a coincidence. If you didn't go to work, those guys were afraid they wouldn't have come here directly."

Carmen remained silent when he heard this. He stared at the clothes worn by the figure on the screen for a while, and then summoned the Wisdom Girl, "Can you tell which organization they belong to?"

The wise woman looked at the clothes of the people in the surveillance screen and said with some uncertainty, "Their styles are rare in the empire. They are not leather but they look like leather. At the same time, they combine the exquisite and gorgeous embroidery patterns of Otgoth, and silk is the most precious thing. Look at the styles of several people, there are big cloak styles, collage styles, embroidery styles, and, uh."

Carmen and the others were also stunned, because in the picture, they saw Alison's small train appear.

They looked back at the table and they were gone.

"The enemy has come to the door and is still studying clothes and wear. I really don't like the way the Holy Church does."

Alison and his friends got off the train from a small train, and Harriet muttered to express her dissatisfaction. She looked at the assassins who were alert for them, stepped forward and asked, "Which organization do you guys belong to?"

"We, we are from the Necarson Caravan." The men asked without any warning, holding the sword in their hands, "Who are you?"

"We are from the camp patrol team." Harriet looked at them and snorted, "Do you know that you are not allowed to come in here?"

"I know, I know." The flat-headed man in the lead lowered his head and said, "Sorry, we'll go back to the trading center now."

The man said without waiting for Harriet's reaction, and turned his head and led his subordinates back. Several of his subordinates frowned and followed. One of the thin young men also asked, "Boss, why do we have to go straight? They are only three of them, and they are all women."

"Are you idiots? You think we can deal with it if you can teleport to us in an instant?" The flat-headed man in a cloak glared at his subordinates and was about to continue walking forward when he heard the woman behind him speak.

"Sir, do you see it?" Harriet asked.

"See, the castle spider, who is proficient in stealing and poisoning, is an inconspicuous mouse organization in the Empire block, and many members are not even professionals." Alison said and laughed, "It's really profitable and hopeless."
To be continued...