"Anzi, the Golden Dragon Cup martial arts competition has started to register, when are we going?"

The young Yaheng put his hands behind his head, lying on a bloodstained metal dissecting table, bored looking at the sloppy young Anz who was adjusting the potion.

"It's been a month, and it's only been three days now, so what's your hurry?" replied Apothecary Ainzi, who was concentrating on putting alchemy materials into the cauldron according to the recipe he had deduced.

"Finish the registration early and finish the work early, wait like this, I'm so annoyed to wait. ”

"The martial arts competition held by the Grand Duke of the Golden Dragon, except for age, there are no restrictions, plus the rich rewards of the competition, as long as the age is enough, they will participate in the registration.

We're just starting to sign up now, and there will be more people than we can imagine. So we'll wait a few days and sign up now, it's a pure waste of time. ”

"But I've already gone to see where to sign up, and as you estimated, there are a lot of people, and there are people everywhere. Speaking of this, the young Yaheng's face showed excitement, "I've never seen so many people huddled together when I'm so old. ”

"Oh. Ainz replied very coldly.

"However, Anz, you are wrong, after the registration began, more and more people wanted to participate in the martial arts competition, and there was no sign of decreasing at all. ”

"Oh, normal. ”

"Ainz, in fact, the registration progress is very slow, it takes a lot of time just to detect the age, there are many uncles and aunts who are over thirty years old who want to mix in, and there are also waste who lie about their age and want to mix in the lower age group to participate in the competition. ”

Speaking of this, Yaheng, who remembered what he had seen, sat up from the metal dissecting table with the smell of blood, with a hint of surprise:

"Ainz, do you know what I saw at the place where I signed up? Someone actually came to sign up with a child who had just learned to walk, this is crazy, such a young child, who can neither fight nor cast spells, what can he do?"

"There are enough benefits for human beings to do anything. Hearing Yaheng's description, Ainz paused slightly as he said what he had seen in a book left by a certain sage.

"And then, how did the kingdom deal with it? We can't let those who are blinded by profit just get the qualifications. ”

"Children who have not cultivated their fighting spirit or spiritual strength are not allowed to enter the registration venue and disrupt the registration order. Yaheng scratched his head and sighed with some emotion, "But even if this restriction is new, there are still many children who are eligible to participate in the competition, and there are too many geniuses in our generation." ”

"Genius?" Ainz, who was mixing potions, shook his head when he heard these two words, "The same effort, when a small group of people achieve better results than a large number of people, that part of the people can be called geniuses." But when everyone achieves the same results, they are still geniuses, but ordinary people. ”

"So, a guy like Anz who can concoct a bronze-level potion at the age of ten and a gold-level potion at the age of eighteen is not a genius?" Hearing Anzi's words, Ya Heng asked with a smile.

"Fifty years ago, I could have been a slightly gifted pharmacist, but now I'm just an ordinary little pharmacist. ”

"Huh?" Hearing his own self-effacing words, the young Yaheng grew his mouth in some astonishment, "Then according to your standards, am I just a very ordinary silver warrior?"

"Well, not really. Ainz glanced up at the young man who was sitting on the metal dissecting table, his face a little unconvinced, "Breaking through to the peak of the Silver Fifth Order at the age of sixteen, thirty years ago, is indeed remarkable.

But now, just a small city like ours, which is not well-known in the province of Impek, has several teenagers whose strength can be compared to yours.

This is still famous, and if you add the guys who are incognito and unwilling to show their faces, there will only be a lot of them.

And this is just our small city, if the scope is expanded to the whole province, how many teenagers like you will be there? What if the scope is expanded a little bit more, to the whole country? How many will there be?

Another thing is for sure, there are absolutely guys who are younger and stronger than you, but there will be no fewer of them. So, you're just an ordinary teenager now, and you can't be called a genius. ”

"I ......" Yaheng opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he couldn't find a reason, and even he himself felt that Ainz was very reasonable, because there were indeed too many geniuses now, so many that they could no longer be called by the word genius.

"I'm just trying to achieve higher achievements in the future, I'm just in the suppression realm, as long as I want, I can break through to the gold level at any time, those guys in our city are definitely not my opponents. ”

"You think you're the only one suppressing?" Ainz asked rhetorically.

"......" Yaheng was speechless, trying to change the subject, "Ainz, the number of applicants for our competition has not decreased, but there are very few people who have signed up for your pharmacist competition now. ”

"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of colorful smoke rose from the crucible in front of Ainz, and at the same time, a strange fragrance permeated.

Seeing that his potion was not refined, but instead tossed out a stream of poisonous gas, Anzi's face remained unchanged, and after emptied the poisonous gas through the air exchange array set up in advance, he turned to look at Yaheng, "Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Of course, I'm going to sign up and prepare to participate in the national pharmacist competition, didn't you say that there are very few pharmacists who are participating in the registration now?"

“......”

...... Pharmacist Registration Office.

"Didn't you read the notice? Grand Duke Muria has ordered that only pharmacists under the age of thirty can participate in the registration, and you are fifty or sixty years old, at least the master. ”

When Ainz and Yaheng arrived at the registration office for the pharmacist competition, the official in charge of registration looked at Ainz in a pharmacist robe with a sarcastic look.

In the past few days, there are too many pharmacists who want to hide their age and try to fool them to participate in the competition, which makes them all annoyed, but because of the pharmacist's transcendent social status, they have all developed an uncle's temper.

As soon as the elderly pharmacists were found out their real age, they scolded the officials. Being yelled at every day, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't keep a good temper.

"I'm only eighteen years old. Anzi, who was regarded as a middle-aged uncle in his forties and fifties, instantly darkened his face, although he was not in the accident watch, he didn't like to take care of himself, and he had a beard, so that his appearance looked much older than his actual age, but he would not grow old like this.