I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 109 Ollie’s plastic surgery clinic in the underworld

Chapter 109 Ollie’s plastic surgery clinic in the underworld
"Clap."

Ollie turned on the light and bright light instantly illuminated the room.

Behind the entrance hall, where there are shoe cabinets and coat racks, is a long corridor.

The walls are covered with dark green wallpaper with gold edges, and the solid wood floor is covered with a dark red carpet in the traditional style of the Red Rose Empire. The decoration is low-key and luxurious.

On the left and right sides, a pair of oil paintings hang.

Most of them are young ladies in their prime, wearing beautiful dresses and smiling brightly.

"Come on, put on your slippers quickly! I'm going to have a physical examination later."

Ollie said, bending down to take out a pair of white cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet for Anlos.

The slippers were not disposable, but they looked clean and had not been worn.

Seeing Anlos looking at the paintings on the wall, Ollie raised his lips proudly and said:

"These are all the patients who have been treated by my plastic surgery. I usually draw a painting for them for free to commemorate their 'rebirth'."

"Can you draw?" Anlos asked.

"No, someone will do the painting."

Ollie said, running to the front, jumping like a child, urging:

"Hurry up, Anlos! I can't wait."

Anros withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the painting with the neck bent in circles.

In his eyes, this plastic surgery clinic is a veritable "ghost house".

So hellish.

The portrait should feel right at home.

Anlos thought to himself, he didn't know where the portrait went to have fun again.

Passing through the strange-shaped oil gallery passage, Ollie led Anlos and Inashal to the innermost room, marked [Clinic Room-VIP only].

When he opened the door, the scene he saw made Anlos say "Wow".

"Yeah, it's beautiful here, isn't it?"

Ollie jumped to a glass cabinet and stroked the strange organs soaked in formalin through the glass.

There are eyeballs with arms and legs, a palm-sized fetus with fleshy wings, and a separate mouth.

The mouth grinned at them with a mocking smile, as if lamenting the next victim.

In the center of the diagnosis and treatment room is a retractable treatment bed. The mechanical gears are exposed and glow darkly under the pale incandescent lamp, exuding a cold beauty.

Inachal looked at the excited Olli indifferently, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

What made Anlos "wow" was not the furnishings and atmosphere in the clinic that resembled the accident-prone place in a horror movie.

Instead, the room was filled with colorful mayflies and a strange tree covered with human faces.

The colorful mayflies floated around, dyeing the pale house with colorful colors, as if they were an illusion after eating the wrong mushrooms.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed," Ollie said, sanitizing and putting on rubber gloves.

Anlos walked slowly over and looked at the tree with a human face growing next to the treatment bed with his peripheral vision.

The tree was extremely slender, as if it were made of shadows and had no sense of volume.

The branches hanging down like willows are connected with human faces. Each one has its own flaws, such as crooked noses, red birthmarks, or scars.

Their eyes are empty and full of regret and sorrow.

[You discovered the nightmare creature - the Tree of Sinner's Head]

[Tree of Sinner's Heads: "If beauty is what everyone wants, then ugliness is the original sin, punishable by being broken into pieces!" - Arrogance said]

[Progress in mission one]

With his mind on the face tree and the subtitles, Anlos casually unbuttoned his uniform and took off his clothes.

Just as he took off his upper body and was about to take off his pants, a wave of heat suddenly hit his back.

Anros was shocked by the heat. He turned around and saw Inashal's gaze fixed on the wall and her bright red earlobes.

I forgot there were girls here.

Anlos chuckled, turned his head, and casually unbuttoned his belt.

There was a click that made Inashal tremble, and a deep blush spread to her cheeks.

However, in her peripheral vision, a flash of bright red gradually appeared, like a drop of blood in clear water.

A smell of rust permeated the consulting room. Anros lost the teacup disguise and revealed his true appearance.

The pitted and bright red flesh immediately made Inashal's shyness and charm disappear, replaced by a strong heartache.

She wanted to leave her own mark on Anlos. But how could it be like this?
Inachal didn't understand.

However, when she saw the burnt black rose branded on her right arm, her purple eyes were inevitably filled with satisfaction.

Ollie: "Isn't this rose too ugly? But it doesn't matter. I'll fix it for you, so you won't see it at all."

Inashal: "."

She looked down at Ollie and her eyes were suddenly filled with coldness.

Anlos took off his clothes, leaving only his shorts covering his body, and slowly lay down on the treatment bed.

Ollie came, and as soon as he got closer, the faces on the strange tree showed a frightened expression and floated very far away, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

Even nightmare creatures hate Ollie. What kind of unscrupulous thing has this guy done?
Anlos cursed in his heart.

Ollie wore a mask, held various shiny silver instruments, and took part of Anlos' tissue and blood samples.

Then, he dropped various thick liquids that looked like paint into the petri dish.

In the blue eyes, dots of light lit up, rotating, forming complex and mysterious shapes.

Anros was a little surprised. With such a proficient use of magic, Ollie must have the strength to be promoted to an official wizard.

Two or three hours later.

Ollie wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his mask, and smiled happily at the sleepy Anlos:

"I've found the right ratio for you! Next, I'll do the experiment myself!"

"Experiment yourself?"

Anlos frowned and felt something was wrong.

"Yes," Orin said matter-of-factly, "I'm going to use paint mixed with extraordinary materials to carve magic sequences into your body."

Hearing this, Anlos's face changed and he lost all sleep.

Engraving a magic sequence on the vessel that has the same effect as the spell model is one of the ways to create an enchanted alchemy tool!

"Don't you know," An Luos stood up abruptly, his ice-blue eyes staring closely at Orin, who was holding a sharp scraper, "Is any act that causes irreversible damage to the human body a crime? Your Highness, the Third Prince! "

"You used to use the act of making enchanted alchemy tools to treat humans?"

"According to the laws of the empire, you should be burned alive by fire!"

No wonder there are so many resentful spirits here!
[You discovered the truth about the plastic surgery clinic! Complete mission one: Investigate plastic surgery clinic]

[Get 35 experience points]

Ollie blinked, lowered his arms in grievance, and muttered: "Didn't you just regret it midway? Why are you so cruel?"

"Really, my time was wasted!"

As he spoke, Ollie got angry, threw the spatula away with a bang, and slammed the door angrily.

"."

Anlos breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Orin didn't slam him down.

After Orin left, beside him, within an arm's length, human faces floated down from the branches and floated above Anros.

Anros rolled his eyes and suddenly met their gaze.

? !
The faces were startled, and then they immediately approached Anlos and looked around, so close that they were almost touching Anlos' face.

However, Anlos chose to do something wrong and did not look at them.

They were so anxious that they scratched their heads, wondering if Anlos could really see them.