Through the dark, narrow and dilapidated roads in the Bronx, the car quickly entered the relatively prosperous downtown area.

People who have never been to New York in the future will never believe that the city is often more lively at night than during the day. There are men and women who indulge in sex at the door of all kinds of bars and nightclubs.

Some of them are elites from Wall Street and the darling of upper class society, just to vent the huge pressure accumulated in their work and life; Others are from the bottom of society. They are willing to become playthings for the rich in order to earn money or find opportunities to change their destiny.

Through the glass window, Zhang Cheng observed this familiar and strange world with a kind of scanning eyes. After a while, he asked, "how did you find my whereabouts?"

"Of course, I asked the prophecy witch Anthea to do a small divination. You know, she is the most famous prophet in New York, no, in North America. So far, the accuracy of the divination results is as high as 60 percent." Polman gave an answer excitedly.

Obviously, Zhang Cheng\'s return is great news for him, which means that the previously designated plan can continue and completely get rid of the embarrassing status of "cleaner".

"60% accuracy? It\'s really a great record. You must have paid a lot for asking her to do divination." Zhang Cheng showed an interested expression on his face.

The reason is very simple. Magic such as divination and prophecy has never been uncertain and famous in the world. This is why many magic worlds have clearly predicted so many terrible disasters, but neither rulers nor ordinary people care very much.

In fact, countless people in most magical worlds try to predict and spy on the future every day, but in the end, only a few and a half people can find one or two fuzzy fragments from the long river of time, and then draw what will happen in a few months, years, decades, or even hundreds of thousands of years according to their own speculation and imagination.

As for the rest, it\'s just confusing dreams with reality

Under so many wrong predictions, any ruler will easily believe the results obtained by a so-called prophet unless he proves how accurate his predictions are again and again.

Although in other fields, the success rate of 60% can only be regarded as just passing, in the field of prediction, this is already a master level.

Zhang Cheng has long heard that Anthea is a witch comparable to Catherine in terms of influence, but today he knows that the other party actually has such accurate prediction ability. Everyone will inevitably encounter problems such as looking for people and things, so the importance is self-evident. Maybe many big people in the parliament will use her, and her status will naturally rise.

The only thing that worries Zhang Cheng is whether the prophecy witch can predict her real origin and those incredible experiences.

If so, should he try to get rid of it as soon as possible, or should he find an opportunity to talk frankly and see if he can reach a covenant that can benefit both sides.

Polman obviously didn\'t know that his sworn master was considering a very serious problem. He smiled and shook his head: "no, sir, he didn\'t make any excessive demands with Anthea. He just wanted you to take the time to meet her. She seems to be very interested in some of the potions you prepared."

"Oh? What medicine?" a strange thing that is difficult to detect flashed in Zhang Cheng\'s eyes.

"It\'s an elixir of wisdom! To be exact, now the casters in the underground world of New York know that you can use Alchemy to create an elixir that can make your mind clearer and more sensitive. Even Senator miles, who is about to end his life, sent an invitation to discuss the mystery of alchemy with you before he died."

When he said these words, Polman\'s face was filled with excitement and expectation. No one knew better than him the great sensation caused by the introduction of intelligent medicine into the market.

As long as the energy source keeps making this medicine, it is equivalent to gaining the friendship of thousands of casters.

As an operator and manager, he can not only obtain unimaginable benefits, but also change his status from a humble "cleaner" to a lord\'s servant and housekeeper.

Never underestimate this!

You should know that according to the strict level of the underground world, "cleaners" are the peripheral personnel with the least status. They belong to coolies who are on call and are specially responsible for wiping the buttocks of others. No matter how respected their identity and how much property they have in modern society, they can only honestly obey orders.

The Lord\'s housekeeper and servant are equivalent to senior managers. On the one hand, they help manage all kinds of things in the territory, on the other hand, they also give advice to the loyal Lord. If someone wants to deal with them, he must first obtain the permission of the Lord, otherwise he will be regarded as a provocation, or it will lead to a war between territories.

"Wisdom potion..." Zhang chengruo touched his chin thoughtfully.

He did not expect that he had made so many kinds of low-level magic potions, and the most popular was the humble wisdom potion.

After all, this medicine only needs one magic emperor grass and two Heather grass. The effect of taking it is only to slightly improve the brain\'s memory and thinking sensitivity within an hour, which is far less than the effect of arcane wisdom. Except when I tried to make the first bottle, I lost interest in it.

To Zhang Cheng\'s surprise, this kind of thing regarded as chicken ribs has caused great repercussions in the underground world.

If a more advanced powerful and intelligent medicine is prepared, can it not be used as a condition for directly exchanging something useful with the top level of the Parliament?

Thinking of this, he showed a playful smile on his face, followed by him and said, "you seem to have mentioned that a lot of things happened when I left. Let\'s talk about it while I have time. I hope there\'s no big trouble."

"Hey, hey! There are no big troubles, but there are a lot of small troubles. For example, your bait seems to be being pursued by a guy of unknown origin recently. It seems that it will be occupied soon. You\'d better pay attention to it." Bolman hinted without looking back.

"Really... It seems that a fish has bitten the hook. Have you checked it? What is the origin of the other party?" Zhang Cheng asked with bright eyes.

"Richard Phil, on the surface, is a senior consultant of an investment company, but secretly he is indeed a demon admirer. According to the records of the North American Regional Council, he has committed appalling crimes in Boston, San Francisco and Detroit. He is now wanted and has a valuable reward," he said, Polman took out a printed detail from his file bag and handed it over.

Zhang Cheng quickly picked it up, probably swept it, pursed the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "great! A perfect test article..."