"My mentor, I am so touched by your presence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Sinjid rubbed his hands together and walked aside humbly.

As if to show his respect, he pulled down the mummy-like bandage that covered the lower half of his cheeks and neck—

The cloth of this bandage is soaked in layers to prevent poison from being soaked, and an anti-poison enchantment is applied, which can be said to be invulnerable.

Working in the smoky poison refining workshop all year round, it is necessary to use this to cover the skin outside the mouth, nose and trachea to ensure that he does not become a sacrifice to those liquid demons first.

In fact, after staying for a long time, I feel that if I stay with those poisons all year round, people will also mutate and become a terrifying but fascinating new species.

But getting along with the man next to him, he was afraid that something would cause the slightest dissatisfaction with his mentor.

The man beside him was shorter than Sinjid, with small, cunning eyes, as if he was watching his precious treasure all the time.

He was indifferent to Sinjid's diligent run-before-and-after, and his leather boots were silent on the floor of the apothecary's workshop, but they still attracted attention.

His figure and appearance are too obvious.

Warwick the Soul Reaper.

A feared apothecary who has destroyed countless villages and towns.

The whispers of the crowd made him slightly unpleasant, and although in Noxus, which worships power and death, these whispers mean envy, but they sound like a swarm of noisy flies.

He didn't often leave his laboratory - as the best alchemist, he was always visited by others. As for seeing or not seeing, it all depends on his thoughts.

"The first experiment in Ionia was very successful." Warwick spoke. "Noxus needs more."

"Obey the Guru, all the coolies are working day and night. Rest assured. ”

Sinjid respectfully led him down a winding corridor, praying to himself that his assistant had disposed of the failed counterfeit poison.

Halfway up the stairs, the smell of rancid smell was already filling the nasal passages.

The smell was disgusting, deadly, and wonderful.

He had never dreamed of Warwick's deadly craft.

Although they were called mentors and apprentices, Sinjid knew too well that he was nothing more than an assistant, a coolie.

Although he came from the greatest alchemy family, his talent for concocting potions left other alchemy apprentices of the same age far behind.

But his job was nothing more than to get the so-called stock solution from Warwick and distribute it to the slaves below to prepare the finished product in the proportions that Warwick had written.

And that mysterious recipe is a secret that Warwick guards like a miser.

The forty-ninth experiment had failed, and he had already known the ingredients of the mysterious stock solution. The ingredients are fine, and the proportions are exactly the same, but there's something missing......

He's going crazy.

But there was nothing he could do but get it from his respectful but stingy teacher.

On the Warwick Labs bookshelf, in the second row of the Dark, there was the recipe, and an additional tube of the original liquid venom juice.

But it's impossible, that guy's laboratory is guarded twenty-four hours a day, and there is no way he can sneak in. Without Warwick's consent, even he, Warwick's most "close" apprentice, could not enter.

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and the huge apothecary workshop spread out to the two of them, and the frenzy and pride in Sinjid's eyes could almost flow out.

It's like the venom that flows from the pipes into the potion pool, and when it collides with the calm green surface, it crackles restlessly.

The laborers were mixing the liquids, the pharmacists were strictly inspecting each process, and everyone who passed by them bowed in recognition and hurried to their posts.

The liquid medicine in the pool emitted a faint green poisonous miasma, and the energy flowed, making a low humming sound, like a whispering sound.

The pool is full of sleeping demons, waiting to wake up between processes.

It's the largest apothecary in all of Noxus - and one day, this will be his flagship!

Sinjid swore secretly.

"Good." The tutor said lightly, the expression on his face that could not tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied. "But ......"

His words changed sharply.

"Based on the stock solution I give you every time, I should have been able to produce more. Isn't it? ”

"These clumsy slaves are almost nothing after all." Realizing that the other party was doubting him, Sinjid defended himself quietly.

"I hope so, my apprentice. At your age, I am still respectful to my mentor, and I dare not have any other thoughts. ”

"I've always done that." Sinjid said, calm, but cold sweat was already oozing from the corners of his forehead.

"So...... Yes! Damn it! ”

Warwick suddenly clutched his head and screamed, his face looking pained.

"What's wrong?"

All the workers who ran the apothecary stopped and looked at Warwick's anomaly. He fell to the ground, convulsive, screams echoing through the empty workshop.

What happened?

Warwick's body was rapidly expanding, and the apothecary's robe was suddenly burst by the insanely long muscles, and the golden glittering gold of the Advanced Apothecary Medal, a symbol of glory, fell to the ground with a clink.

His body began to grow black hair, a spiky wolf snout protruded from his cheeks, and his screams suddenly turned into a ...... Howling -

The sound of a wolf howling!

Sinjid stepped back in fear, and then he reckoned in the decisiveness of his action.

An apprentice beside the guy was directly grabbed by the werewolf's giant claws and easily torn to pieces.

A raging and ferocious beast......

It roared, and its furious beastliness made the powerless pharmacists shudder, and it shook off the gate and ran to the unknown, and all those who were unfortunate enough to stand in its way were torn apart by its grasp......

"It's Soraka's curse."

The man at the long table said to Sinjid, and although he covered his cheeks, he could still see the signs of time.

He was no longer young, and from the moment he entered the conference room of the military aircraft, Sinjid noticed a lame foot on the other side.

Noxus does not respect the old and the weak. Since such a disabled person did not die tragically on the street, but appeared in such a confidential high-level conference room, there must be something terrible about it.

"Warwick can't recover, but we'll find a way to keep him in this form and continue to play for Noxus." The man said, but that wasn't what Sinjid cared about.

"As for you, Sinjid...... "The man sold a small pass, and Sinjid's body couldn't help but lean forward, yes, what he wanted, what he dreamed of......

"I appointed you as the chief alchemist hired by Noxus, and now Warwick's laboratory belongs to you."

"I will be loyal to General Du Kekao to the death!" Sinjid was overjoyed, he was even ecstatic!

"Nope." The man corrected lightly, "You have to be loyal to my Svein, this is the quid pro quo." ”

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