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Yes, he had seen the alchemical potions that could be made from these familiar raw materials before, and he had even witnessed the refining process firsthand.

Tier 3 alchemical potion, stealth potion.

The reason for choosing it was simple: it was the only third-tier alchemical potion whose refining process he had ever witnessed, and it was even personally refined by his teacher using brute force and balanced alchemy.

Having witnessed the entire process, this potion should be the most likely third-tier potion for him to succeed at present.

Although the probability of him succeeding in refining a third-tier potion with his current alchemy skills was very small, Luo Xiu still picked up a set of refining materials and resolutely set up the melting magic circle and heating magic circle.

As two glowing magic circles, one black and one purple, unfolded, the Rainbow Grass seeds among the four materials in my hand were the first to change, transforming from a solid to a liquid.

Fifteen minutes later.

Luo Xiu got what he wanted...

The raw materials for the riots.

He rushed out the door and, amidst the anticipation of the crowd, tossed the raw materials, which he could no longer control, high into the air.

"Watch out, it's going to explode!!"

He shouted.

……

Headquarters of the Knights of Kanriel.

Milair's office room.

"It's done!"

With dark circles under her eyes, Milair slammed her hand heavily on the mountain of scattered files on the table, the sound waking Tassanya, who was dozing on the floor.

Tassanya looked around blankly.

Logically speaking, as a descendant of dragons, she should have much more energy than Milair, but this job was just too boring for her.

So, three hours ago, she finally fell asleep under the hypnotic influence of the string of names in front of her.

Seeing that there weren't many files left, Milair didn't call her.

"what's the result?"

Tassanya spoke up.

Although this job wasn't her forte, she was still very concerned about the outcome, because her master seemed quite interested in who the mole in the Knights was.

Nika, who was standing nearby, also came over and looked at Miler expectantly. In fact, she didn't understand why Miler was memorizing so many names, but she also hoped that there would be a good result.

Milair picked up a long scroll of paper that was lying on the table. The scroll stretched from the table to the corner of the room and was covered with various names.

With his fourth-order memory and reflexes, Milair quickly scanned all the names on the scroll.

"..."

Milair closed his eyes and thought.

Tassanya and Nika stood quietly to the side, not daring to disturb them.

Finally, after mentally reviewing the names of all the participants in each case, Milair opened her eyes.

Her expression was complex, a mixture of excitement and confusion.

"how's it going?"

Tassanya couldn't help but speak up.

Milair, with a complex expression, slowly began to speak:

"The good news is that our previous speculation was correct; there has never been a case where the missing persons were matched with the same person as this one."

"But here's the bad news: because none of the personnel overlapped this time, so..."

Nika was still standing there, and Miler hadn't finished speaking.

What she was trying to say was that it was impossible to compare the reasons why the Knights Commander had assigned five vice-commanders specializing in speed to this missing person case.

"Miss Nika, may I take a look at the names you've compiled?"

Miler spoke to Nika, who looked somewhat bewildered.

"Okay okay."

Nika handed the list she had compiled to Milair.

Her list was much shorter than Miler's because Miler initially used these case files as a smokescreen.

Before she even entered the archives, she had a vague feeling that someone was following her.

To avoid suspicion, she took more than just the list of missing persons.

Looking at the names in the other cases now, it seems like they're grasping at straws in desperation.

Milair read through the list one by one.

Finally, I let it go.

As initially expected, this list also does not have the same personnel composition as this one.

Moreover, because it was taken randomly, the list is obviously old and outdated, and it even contains the name of a vice-commander of the Knights from more than ten years ago.

But Miriam always felt something was off. Because of her sensitivity to career advancement, she had memorized the names and professions of the vice-masters and master of the Knights of Kanriel over the past few decades before coming to the Knights of Kanriel.

The purpose of this was to avoid situations where the Knights of Kanriel encountered an incumbent leader whom they did not recognize.

Some high-ranking individuals enjoy playing these kinds of tricks. She once had a superior who liked to impersonate a guard, waiting for those noble children to bully her before suddenly revealing his true identity.

Therefore, she had a familiar yet strange feeling several times when she saw the list written by Nika.

This list should have the potential to be further explored.

She made up her mind to review the cases on the list again.

However, just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Lord Milair, the Commander has informed you of a meeting and requests your presence within thirty minutes."

It was the voice of Galya.

The Knights' doors are very soundproof; you have to shout very loudly for the sound to reach inside.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Milair began to speak.

She whispered to Tassanya:

"Clean this place up, and then work with Miss Nika to redo this list, writing down the profession of each deputy commander and the type of case."

Tassanya yawned:

"Got it, let's go."

Milair turned and walked out the door.

Gallia stood respectfully two or three meters away from the door.

"Good morning, Lady Milair."

"Galia spoke," said Gallia.

"Yes, Gallia, if anyone comes to me recently, unless they are related to my friend from last time, or are a superior of the Knights, I will refuse them all."

Milair began to speak.

"understand!"

Gallia bowed respectfully, said goodbye, and went downstairs.

Milair walked through the narrow corridor and came to a hidden staircase.

The staircase is hidden behind a door; if the door isn't opened, no one would guess that there's a staircase behind it.

Behind the door, there was a white magic circle that was slowly rotating. Miler channeled her magic power into it, and once the magic circle recognized Miler's magic power, it dissipated.

This staircase leads to only one place, with cold, hard, black walls on both sides; the only way is to go up the stairs.

After several twists and turns, Milair arrived at a dilapidated wooden door.

Milair turned the somewhat rusty doorknob and stepped inside.

Behind the door was a huge round table.

Ten chairs were neatly arranged around the round table.

The Knights' Round Table is something that every Knights' headquarters has.

It can be said that all important decisions of the Knights are made at the round table.

Therefore, the Knights Council was also known as the Round Table Council.

At this point, three people were already seated around the round table, and according to their positions, they were the first, second, and tenth in line.

"Mirel, you did well this time, arriving three places earlier than last time."

The one who spoke was a man sitting in the first seat.

He looked very young, wearing a green robe, with black hair, bangs covering his forehead, and round glasses perched on his nose, making him look like a young scholar.

But Milair knew that the first-ranking knight in front of him was actually quite old.

Although I don't know his exact age, he should be over 40.

There are only two truly young fourth-rank knights in the Order of Knights: the second and third in line.

The first priority should be having some means of maintaining one's appearance in order to look so young.

"I still need to keep working hard. I'm sure Lord Baal arrived first again today, just like always."

Milair smiled and took his seat.

She knew the preferences of every colleague and leader in the Knights, such as Baal, who was first in command and liked to be number one in everything.

Moreover, he is an impatient person who emphasizes efficiency and completing tasks ahead of schedule.

Barr was always the first to arrive at every roundtable meeting, without exception.

Hearing Miler's words, Baal smiled slightly: