"Where's the little cub! Sri is what you can say, too? Get home and get your milk out! ”

"That's it, I don't know how thick the sky is! Lord Sri is a life-saving potion, and it is only natural to collect some money! ”

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the situation. It's a shame that our Lord Sri is reasonable and doesn't care about you like a cub. While playing......"

The shouts of the two or three mercenaries did not seem to elicit a response from the mercenaries. Moreover, the three mercenaries who opened their mouths and scolded were obviously relatively young and hot-tempered types. More of the mercenaries just glared at Ali.

And judging from the chubby figure whose eyes drifted to Ali's side from time to time, it was obvious that most of the mercenaries here had already recognized the Lance family emblem on Han Feng's clothes. The four major families of the Rand Kingdom, as long as the mercenaries with a little experience here, know very well that they are characters that they absolutely cannot afford to offend.

Han Feng's fat face was already tense, and his narrowed eyes glanced around. Suddenly, the shouting and scolding that was still going on around was noticeably weaker. The two mercenaries who had a hot temper and scolded the loudest couldn't help but stop under the secret tugging of their mercenary companions next to them. And the rest of the person also seemed to feel the weirdness of the atmosphere in the field, and the scolding suddenly became quieter.

The room soon fell silent.

Han Feng, who has always been protective of short-term nature, then looked at Sri on the other side, but it happened to match the eyes of Sri who also looked at him. As the light in his eyes flickered, Han Feng's gaze suddenly became quite sharp. He couldn't help but look at the family crest on Han Feng's clothes again, and Sri finally turned his gaze back, avoiding a head-to-head confrontation with Han Feng's gaze.

With a slight cold snort, Han Feng withdrew his gaze. Although Han Feng didn't think there was anything wrong with what this Sri said, it didn't mean that he could watch Ali being abused and bullied by others. Protecting the short is Han Feng's character all along, and it is also a common problem of most immortal cultivators.

"Young Master! …… Master Rogge! I...... I'm here! ”

A sudden sound broke the silence in the field. Recognizing that this was Xiao Baya's voice, Han Feng and Ali immediately turned their heads to look over when they heard the sound.

The crowd of mercenaries behind them was obviously a little commotional, and there were a few whispered scoldings from pushing each other. Then, a small figure was seen struggling to squeeze forward from behind the mercenaries.

Little Baya squeezed out of the gap in the crowd with great difficulty, the big head was dangling, and the small body was a little crooked.

Just look at little Baya's sweaty head to know how much effort it must have taken to squeeze in from the outside with his small body.

Looking at the obvious look of nervousness and worry on Xiao Baya's little face, Han Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, but before he could speak, a voice full of arrogance and anger suddenly sounded on the other side: "Rogge? That waste young master of the Lance family? ”

Han Feng followed the sound and turned around, only to see that the second-level pharmacist, Lord Sri, had already pulled his horse's face long at this time, and was looking over with an angry face. His head seemed to regain that lofty posture in an instant.

I don't know why, looking at Han Feng's chubby face, a nameless anger suddenly surged in Siri's heart, and he wanted to smash it with the big thick-bottomed jar in his pharmacy.

Sri felt a strong sense of humiliation that he had been bluffed by a famous waste young master from the Rand Kingdom. The Lance family crest on this damn waste actually made his noble second-level pharmacist fearful. What a shame!

An inexplicable sense of being deceived and a strong sense of humiliation suddenly made the originally pale horse face of Lord Sri redden, but he didn't know how to vent for a while. Although he wanted to scold Han Feng very much, the waste young master didn't seem to say anything about himself from beginning to end, and Sri didn't know how to scold for a while.

Finally, Sri's anger erupted, and he yelled at Little Baya and the mercenaries who had just been squeezed out of the group of mercenaries, "Are you all blind? Don't you know I'm busy saving people here? All cats and dogs are put in! You're all dead! ”

Xiao Baya, who was overjoyed because he had finally found the young master, suddenly froze with the smile that had just bloomed on his face. Stunned to see the man with a horse's face not far away yelling at him, little Baya suddenly felt a wave of panic and overwhelmed. Of course, he recognized this scolding horse-faced guy as the only second-level pharmacist in Lancer Town, the honorable Lord Sri.

Looking at his young master Rogge with some anxiety and helplessness, Xiao Baya's eyes were full of confusion and panic. After all, he was only a twelve-year-old child, and his status as a slave made him feel inferior, and in the face of the sudden outburst of anger from a second-level pharmacist with a high status, Xiao Baya's panic was naturally not difficult to understand.

Han Feng's fat face suddenly became gloomy, a cat and a dog? Your own slave is also something that others can scold! Ali, who was beside him, pulled little Baya behind him, and his angry eyes stared at the horse's face of Sri .

Taking a step forward, Han Feng was about to speak, but suddenly heard a somewhat anxious pleading voice next to him: "Si, Lord Sri ...... Please, save our captain first. He's—he's dying......"

It seems that the vice-captain of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Team, Sgua, who had been paralyzed on the ground due to excessive blood loss, had already struggled to climb to his captain's side. At this time, he was barely holding up his body, and there was almost no blood on his pale face. The potion apprentice next to him, Darla, was busy bandaging the wound on his left thigh at the signal of the old man Lola, and his wound was bleeding all the time, if he didn't bandage it in time, the deputy captain of Sgua might really die due to excessive blood loss.

At this time, the two first-level healers had already entered the field, and they were busy instilling their fighting qi into the bodies of the two poisoned mercenaries to help the two mercenaries temporarily resist the invasion of toxins in their bodies.

Healers are a special profession, but they are not as noble and rare as pharmacists. In fact, the so-called healers refer to those who have water and wood attributes and have simple healing abilities after practicing some auxiliary healing exercises.

Whether it is a water-attribute Dou Qi or a wood attribute Dou Qi, it has a certain auxiliary effect on the human body to nourish and restore it. Therefore, in this world, anyone who cultivates these two pure attribute fighting qi will specially practice some auxiliary healing exercises in order to make money. For them, when their fighting spirit level is not high, it is a very good choice to work part-time as a low-level therapist.

Of course, this situation only refers to those who are inferior therapists of the first and second levels. The status of a healer above level 3 is not much worse than that of a pharmacist, and it is even rarer.

Because not all people with the Fighting Qi of the Mizuki attribute can become a third-level healer, and the vast majority of them have no possibility of becoming a third-level healer. It is said that this requires a relatively special physique, just like those who have a dark physique and a light physique, and usually there is not one in tens of millions of people.

The fighting spirit of the two first-level healers could only delay the invasion of the toxins in the poisoned mercenaries' bodies. But at this time, the faces of the two poisoned mercenaries were about to turn dark purple, and it was obvious that the attack of toxins in their bodies had become more and more intense. Neither of these two therapists seemed to have been able to achieve much of a toxin suppression effect.

Looking at the captain's already dark purple face, Vice Captain Sigua was very anxious, obviously forced to be helpless, so he had to interject in a somewhat weak voice.

Sria glanced down at the mercenary captain on the ground, and said in a voice with a little anger and disdain, "I'm not in the mood to concoct potions for you right now. You'd better find someone else. ”

As he spoke, Sri squinted at Han Feng on the other side, and said in a mocking tone, "Maybe you can ask this waste young master of the Lance family for help?" …… It was he who ruined my mood, and even if I tried to mix the potion now, I couldn't guarantee that the antidote would be able to be successfully dispensed when I was in an unstable mood. If you want to blame, you can blame this waste young master. ”

It's a good trick to lead to trouble, and it actually uses it on your head! Han Feng couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

Ignoring the mercenary vice-captain Sigua who was glaring at him, Han Feng's eyes narrowed again when he looked at Siri, and a faint glint flashed in him, "Isn't the second-level pharmacist amazing?" I can't even solve the poison, and I drag a fart! Litter! ”

Obviously, I didn't expect Han Feng to use such vulgar language to abuse, and he didn't have any aristocratic demeanor at all. Sri couldn't help but be scolded for a moment, and then the horse's face suddenly turned a little red and purple, "You, what are you?" You—You're just a piece of shit...... No matter how good I am, I'm better than you piece of shit! ”

Under the rage, Sri trembled a little.

Han Feng glanced at Sri again with contempt, "Better than me?" Not necessarily. You can't get rid of this poison. But for me, it's just a matter of trying to get rid of it. ”

As soon as he heard this, Siri, who was a little stunned, stopped shaking, and after a moment of stunnedness, he immediately burst out laughing,

"Do you understand? …… Do you want to detoxify? Ha ha...... I really laughed at it! Are you a pharmacist? Do you know potions? …… A waste dare to say that it wants to detoxify people...... Haha, it's really laughing at me! ”

The mercenaries around them also let out a burst of laughter, and all kinds of mocking whispers and miscellaneous discussions suddenly rang out.

Obviously, the mercenaries here have long heard of the name of this famous waste young master in the Rand Kingdom, and they were still a little afraid of the Lance family emblem on Han Feng's clothes before, but now that they know the identity of this waste young master, the mercenaries around them naturally have a lot less scruples.

Facing the sarcastic and mocking gazes of the mercenaries around him, Ali suddenly glared back angrily. Even little Baya mustered up his courage at this time, raised his big head like an aggressive little rooster, tried to widen his little eyes, and glared angrily at the vicious group of mercenaries around him.

Han Feng was indifferent, and said unhurriedly: "Whether I know how to refine medicine or not, whether it can be detoxified or not, it's not up to you to decide." When I was learning to refine medicine, my eighteenth generation of ancestors were still in my mother's womb. A small second-level pharmacist dared to make a big fuss in front of me, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

Regardless of the fact that Si Li, who was trembling with anger from his words again, and the mercenaries around him who had already begun to insult him, Han Feng immediately looked at the two poisoned mercenaries lying there, and said:

"Well, I'm not talking nonsense, we'll see the real chapter under our hands. Here are two poisoned mercenaries, let's compare them and see who can detoxify them. However, this cannot be compared to the ...... Well, I have about three hundred gold coins here, and that's the stake. You win, and those coins are yours. What do you think? ”

As he spoke, Han Feng untied the money bag tied to his belt and threw it at Si Li casually.

Somewhat hurriedly took the heavy money bag, feeling the heavy weight of the money bag in his hand that was hit a little painfully, Sri couldn't help but show a greedy look in his eyes, but the horse's face was still a little incredulous, "You mean, you want to compare with me to use potions to detoxify?" These 300 gold coins are a bet? Are you sure? ”

Glancing at Sri coldly, Han Feng affirmed, "That's right. If you win, the three hundred gold coins are yours. …… But what if you lose? ”

"Lose? Ha ha...... Will I lose? In the midst of the rampant laughter, Srima's face showed a look of immense pride and undisguised greed, and the money bag in his hand was held tightly, as if he was afraid that it would suddenly fly.

"Everyone has heard it, this is the waste young master of the Lance family himself. If he loses, the bag of gold will be mine. Haha......" Looking at the mercenaries all around, Sri smiled more and more.

The mercenaries around them also laughed, and the thick mockery in their laughter suddenly made Ali and Xiao Baya behind Han Feng blush.

Laughing violently, as if remembering something again, Sri looked at the poisoned mercenary lying there, turned his head and said with a slight hesitation in a nervous tone: "What if...... What if we can't get rid of this poison? ”

"Then you still win!" Han Feng's categorical tone was obviously a little disdainful.

Han Feng's firm tone made Srima's face a little suspicious, and he couldn't help but look Han Feng up and down carefully again. Looking at the fat, white and tender third young master of the Lance family in front of him, Sri immediately remembered the legend about the famous waste young master of the Lance family, and his heart suddenly settled.

"Good! Everyone here can be a witness, this is what Young Master Rogge himself said. No repentance! Sri said to the mercenaries around him and the people in the field.

Glancing at Sri contemptuously, Han Feng said slowly, "That...... Sri Sri How, what about your bet? ”

With a light snort, Sri raised his horse's face, "I, Lord Sri, will not take advantage of you. If I lose, I will give you not only three hundred gold coins, but also an apprentice. ”

Sri said this arrogant remark, which made the mercenaries around him a little commotion.

By apprenticeship, Sri is naturally referring to an apothecary apprenticeship. But for the pharmacist profession, the status of an apprentice is very low. As a teacher, the pharmacist has absolute control over his apprentices. In a sense, an apprentice can also be said to be a servant of the pharmacist.

Sri said that if he lost, he would lose his whole life to Han Feng, and it was no wonder that the mercenaries around him were surprised and excited. Although no one here would think that Han Feng could win, the weight of this bet alone was enough to make the mercenaries excited.