"Who is this young man?"

"I don't know, it sounds like the accent is from the south!"

"He's here to refine it? This kid is clearly a warrior, isn't he? How could he make potions?"

"What if he just likes to wear this? Doesn't your brother also like to wear dancers' clothes, is he a big man with no breasts and no ass really a dancer?"

......

For Luo Ning's coming forward, others questioned mostly, and there were many people who ate melons. But except for the three of Lena, they didn't believe that he could do it.

The blue-robed mage saw Luo Ning come out to make trouble, but he was still polite in his heart, and asked with a deliberate smile: "This little brother, when I look at your equipment, I still think you are a warrior!

"Of course not!" replied Ronin without looking back, unable to define his profession even himself.

The blue-robed mage continued to ask, "Or did you ever refine a purification potion?"

Luo Ning replied solemnly: "No, but I think I can practice!"

"Haha, this kid is really interesting!"

"Isn't it? According to him, I've been a craftsman for a long time, because I'm thinking I can build an artifact, haha!"

The onlookers were amused by this sentence. The three of Lena didn't think it was strange, because the last time they were with Master Hank, Ronin was also the same poor virtue when he first crafted a weapon.

The blue-robed mage dared to be so arrogant when he saw that Luo Ning had ruined his good deeds, and he was angry. He was insidious by nature, and instead of being angry, he smiled and reported to his family: "My name is Pike Hill, and I am an intermediate mage in the largest mage organization in the Morrowind Kingdom, the Royal Capital Mage Association. What should I call my little brother?"

Ronin didn't answer anymore, just looked at Pastor Wall, and hung the blue-robed mage behind him.

The blue-robed mage didn't look back when he saw him, obviously looking down on himself, and he was even more angry.

He stepped forward and grabbed Luo Ning's shoulder: "This little brother, since you are so confident, why don't we make a bet?"

"People's lives are at stake, and I don't have time to mess around with you... However, if you're not afraid of making a fool of yourself, I'm willing to accompany you. Pastor Wall, please prepare the alchemy table and refining materials first!" Luo Ning pushed away the blue-robed mage and began to stretch. I don't know, I thought he was going to play a martial arts competition.

Lena also took out the spar card containing more than 100,000 gold coins, swiped her magic on another new card, and allocated 3,000 gold coins to the new card and threw it to Pastor Wall: "This is 3,000 gold coins, Mr. Wall, please do as this kid says." “

Wall hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated: "This young lady, I will never be rewarded with even a single gold coin. Besides, the alchemy table and the refining and purification potion materials combined, are not worth so much. If you want to make potions, just come with me. Lena had no choice but to take back the spar card.

Luo Ning saw that the blue-robed mage's gaze was always glued to the spar card, and he looked down on him very much. He followed Pastor Wall and said, "Sir, or we'll bet the three thousand gold coins." If I can't refine the purification potion, the hedron card containing three thousand gold coins will be yours. If I win, all you need to do is sign a contract to be a slave for those mercenaries for three days!"

"What! Do you know who I am, and you want me to be a slave to those garbage! I..."

"If you can't afford to play it, change to something simpler and give me everything you have. Of course, I'm not interested in your clothes. I'm a little dizzy after all!" Ronin said as he followed Pastor Wall into a storage room full of medicines and other materials.

The blue-robed mage closed the door, "What a mess! Okay, that's it! Let's swear to prove it, and use the soul contract!"

As soon as he said this, Luo Ning knew that the trap he had set up layer by layer had finally worked—the blue-robed mage's thinking was out of control!

"I'm happy to accompany you!" Luo Ning quickly signed a contract with the blue-robed mage. By the time the blue-robed mage began to regret it, Pastor Wall had already prepared the materials and led Ronin to the alchemy table.

"Please get started, this..."

"Ronin Campbell, thank you for your help, Mr. Wall!"

Luo Ning walked to the alchemy table and found that the alchemy equipment here was even more rudimentary than he had imagined. There were only a few flasks stacked side by side, a stone trough for mashing materials, and a stone table with grooves. On the edge of the stone table are piles of leftover materials, as well as improvised cleaning equipment.

"Well, I don't live on equipment anyway. Ronin comforted himself and began to mash the materials as the system had taught him, then put them in a flask and add "just the right" amount of water.

"Wait, are you kid kidding me?" The blue-robed mage suddenly spoke, "Although I don't know how to alchemy, I've at least seen the alchemy masters do it!

He wanted to laugh at Luo Ning and make him ashamed and inferior, but Luo Ning's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he grabbed his arms and smiled: "That's right! You also think this is nonsense! I told that guy a long time ago, but that guy just didn't listen! He didn't even tell me what the "appropriate amount" was, and he said what he said in this world! Hmph, he didn't even talk about the basic principles, and he just talked nonsense there!"

"Is this guy crazy?" The blue-robed mage didn't know that Luo Ning was complaining about the Ten Thousand Worlds Skill Tree System, and only thought that his own words made him overstressed and suddenly went crazy. He was overjoyed, shook off Ronin and grabbed Pastor Wall and shouted, "Mr. Pastor, you see, this guy is already crazy! How can a madman refine a purification potion? I won this gamble! You have to testify for me!"

Pastor Wall was silent, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide, and his expression of hell. The blue-robed mage followed his gaze and saw that the liquid in the flasks that Luo Ning had just handled was emitting a soft and bright golden glow.

"Impossible, this must be an illusion!" the blue-robed mage rubbed his eyes, and found that although the light had dissipated, the liquid in the bottle had already taken on the orange red that only a perfect quality purification potion could have.

"Huh, it's really refined!" Luo Ning scratched his head, also feeling a little surprised. He had finished the process of forging last time, but he didn't expect that this time the refining seemed perfunctory, but it also achieved a relatively perfect effect.

"Looks pretty good!" Ronin handed the two flasks to Pastor Wall. The latter shuddered slightly, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Excellent! Absolutely superb! The purity of these purification potions is at least five times more than that of the bottle just now, and they are absolutely of perfect quality!"

Pastor Wall thought for a moment, and placed the flask on the table. After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, five small glass bottles were taken out, and the purification agent in the flasks was divided into five small glass bottles.

"Really, that's great! hehe!" Luo Ning was finally relieved.

"These two vials of potion are enough to heal those two gentlemen! Forget it, it's important to save people!" Pastor Wall hurried out.

The blue-robed mage's face was as dead as he stared at the two flasks with a little potion remaining. He sniffed twice on it, and let go of his hand, having to accept the fact that it was indeed a perfect quality purification potion.

"How is it possible? How can this ordinary boy, with that kind of nonsense that looks like messing around, make a potion of perfect quality? There must be something greasy in this!" he repeated these words in his heart, and walked out of the house in a daze. Luo Ning followed behind and snorted coldly: "Don't forget our bet! Violate the soul contract, but you have to endure the pain of soul tearing!"

The blue-robed mage was a little hysterical: "I haven't lost yet!

"Dead duck has a hard mouth!" Luo Ning pointed to the two seriously injured mercenaries who had sat up not far away, "You take a good look, who has won!"

After the blue-robed mage rented, a trace of luck was also shattered. He threw away the wand in his arms, quickly removed a leather pouch from his body, withdrew a ring from his hand, and wrapped his hood tightly. Gray slipped through the crowd and left the tavern.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." Ronin laughed and picked up his wand, pocket, and ring, and hid the extra potion in his cuff.

He walked to the hall of the tavern to make a show in front of Lena, but as he descended the stairs, he heard something great from the mercenary leader.

In the center of the tavern, the two seriously wounded who had just woken up sat on the ground and hid their faces and wept, and the mercenary at the head stood beside them and let out a long sigh: "Alas...... I don't blame them, I believe that no one here would have been able to show any stronger! On our way back to Jinshui City, we chased the herd of square-horned antelopes over the low hill in order to prepare food, but unexpectedly, we walked into the entrance of hell in an instant!"

The tavernkeeper filled his glasses: "What the hell is going on?"

The lead mercenary drank all the wine, and used the heat of his throat to stimulate his nerves, inspiring the courage to open that memory: "In the distance, among the mountains, stands a portal that glows green. Little Devils, Dark Demons, Demon Shamans, Sheep-headed Blood Demons, Ice Mages, and many other Abyssal Demons that I can't name poured out of the door like a surging tide. Their howls and shouts suddenly resounded throughout the Bone Wasteland! All the demonic beasts that didn't have time to escape were swallowed up by this demonic tide in an instant! I and the other brothers of the mercenary group ran desperately, but they were still gradually caught up and killed! If it weren't for the timely appearance of the Tyrug Sandstorm, I'm afraid last night's Bone Wasteland would be the place where our bones are buried!"