"I feel like I can explain what I'm doing. ”

Faced with the murderous gaze of many alchemists, the muse replied without changing his face.

"Explain, how do you explain?"

Before Master Balbo could speak, Eric yelled in a gaffe.

It's no wonder that Eric lost his temper......

Originally, after concocting the sublimation potion, an ancient potion that many senior alchemists could not discorate, it was a great opportunity to improve his status and even go down in history and make a name for himself.

If the successful samples can be thoroughly studied, the experience can be summarized, and the academic papers on the stable preparation of sublimation drugs can be published, and the benefits that can be obtained will be extremely huge.

At least, by that time, everyone who mentions the Elixir of Sublimation will know that it is a man named Eric who has successfully re-formulated the Elixir of Sublimation in this life.

This is an opportunity to go down in history, who is not impressed?

However, Eric never imagined that this strange mage named Muse would suddenly make a move, and with a single ice pick, he would ruin his chances of going down in history.

"Bastard, you guy who ruined my heart, I'm going to duel you!"

"I will kill you with my own hands, and only your blood can quench the anger in my heart!"

The anger in Eric's eyes almost ignited the air, as if he was about to pounce on him at any moment and tear off a piece of flesh from the muse.

But the anger did not make his reason completely disappear, after all, he still remembered that he was in front of everyone now, and he did not attack on the spot, but took out a staff from the space bag on his waist, pointed at the muse and gritted his teeth.

"Erik, stop!"

Master Balbo's face turned pale, for him this scene was simply a farce, a good thing, but it was messed up by an ice pick from the muse, and in any case, he had to stop this farce from continuing first.

"Okay, I'll talk about that later. After Master Balbo stopped Eric, he turned back to look at Lin Li, barely squeezed out a polite smile, and said slowly, "Muse, I think you should really explain. ”

From Muse to Muse, this obvious change in title, even a fool can see that Master Balbo is really angry.

At this point, even Lydia was silent, apparently, she thought the Muse had to give an explanation.

The eyes of many alchemists also stared at the muses with anger, and their lowest level was also a high-level spellcaster, and the momentum of that kind of anger was gathered together, and it almost made the air freeze for a while!

But the muse still did not change his face, and his attitude of being extremely calm under the pressure of momentum even made a few people begin to wonder, is his action really for a reason?

"First of all, I have to tell you that it was really dangerous just now......"

With sincerity in his tone, the Muse slowly walked past the crowd, past Master Balbo and Eric, and into the mess of alchemy workbenches.

Perhaps everyone wanted to see what he could explain, so no one intercepted him.

At this time, the energy barrier covering the alchemy workbench had already fallen, and the thick white mist that had gathered in it had gradually drifted away.

Scanning the floor with shards of broken amethysts and the burgundy ice cubes frozen by the sublimating potion, Muse gently leaned over to pick up one, then reached out and slapped it on the alchemy workbench.

With a flash of magic aura, the alchemy workbench was restarted, and it was not damaged by the impact and cold that had been specially strengthened in the place where it was built.

At this point, the power of the cleansing technique begins to sweep everything into the waste pool.

Skillfully took an alchemy beaker that was basically intact, then took out a tightly sealed water bottle and filled the alchemy beaker with water, and then put it on the stand to turn on the flameblowtorch to heat it.

A series of actions are smooth, each operation technique is extremely correct, and the connection is completely subconscious.

Even Erik, who is the most hostile to the muse, has to admit that this method of operation can only be practiced after thousands of repeated exercises.

Immediately afterward, the Muse took out what he had picked up earlier and displayed it to the crowd.

It was a piece of ice about the size of a fingernail, with a burgundy crystal color, which looked particularly bright in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone knew that it should be the condensation of the sublimation potion.

Because it's so obvious that it's easy to know when you think about it.

The muse placed the ice cube directly into the alchemy beaker and let it tumble up and down in the gradually warming water.

Fingernail-sized blocks of burgundy ice began to slowly melt away in the clear water, gradually drifting away, looking like a swimming silk thread.

There weren't many sublimation potions at this point, and after they dissolved in the clear water, they couldn't detect it at all except for a faint red thread.

As the orange flames in the flamethrower rose, the temperature in the beaker became higher and higher, and the calm water surface rippled in circles, and dense bubbles began to emerge, and a white vapor filled the air.

And a looming red thread also began to swim quickly in the clear water!

Round and round.

And as it swims in circles, its color fades more and more.

"Pay attention to protection, maximum strength!"

With a deep reminder, the muse pulled back sharply, and a series of spell auras appeared on the surface of his body one after another.

"High Mage Armor"!

"Protective Elemental Damage"!

"Strengthen Resistance"!

The many alchemists who were highly concentrated and watched intently what the muse was doing, subconsciously put on the best protective spells for themselves according to what the muse said.

Grunt

When the water in the alchemy beaker boiled, the color of the red silk also faded.

Bang!

At the same time, a loud bang sounded like thunder on the ground!

Suddenly, everyone felt a firelight in front of them, hot water droplets splashed up, and countless fine glass shards were like arrows, with a sharp sound piercing the air and flying out, hitting everyone's protective spells, making a "pop" sound.

The power of the instant explosion is even similar to that of a three-ring spell "Fireball Technique"!

"Hiss"

The alchemist, who was standing in the front circle, suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils contracted slightly, and he took a breath of cold air.

Fortunately, the muses reminded them in advance and blessed them with protective spells, otherwise, in the explosive impact and the splash of glass shards, I am afraid that they would be disfigured, if not killed!