Han Feng was a little distracted, and at this time, another student of Lola, Darra, who was still a pharmacy apprentice, came to the teacher's side and whispered:

"Teacher, the first-level healing potions in the store have all been used for them, but none of the five seriously injured mercenaries have much effect. There are also the two poisoned mercenaries, it seems that the poison is a corrosive toxin of an intermediate demonic beast, and the first-level antidote in the store has not been effective. I've asked the Servant to ask the town's two Level 1 Healers and Level 2 Apothecary, Master Sri to come over. However, those two poisoned mercenaries are estimated to not last long, this corrosive toxin is very toxic, I'm afraid you have to ask the teacher to do it yourself. ”

Hearing this, Laura just nodded slightly, and then followed the thin apprentice Dara to the two poisoned mercenaries and squatted down, ready to examine their wounds first.

At this time, I heard a loud shout from the mercenaries at the entrance of the hall, "Let Rang, let Rang, Lord Sri is here!" Everybody, get out of the way! ”

Immediately, the crowd of mercenaries in the direction of the door gave way one after another, and a middle-aged man wearing a black apothecary robe walked in under the guidance of two servants.

The middle-aged man was about forty years old, not tall, with a horse's face, a slightly pale face, and small eyes with a slight yellowish-brown tinge. However, the middle-aged man's small figure raised his head high, and his small eyes only looked at half a day high, with a proud posture.

This middle-aged man is the only second-level pharmacist in the small town of Lancer, Sri.

It's no wonder that this Sri Lord is so arrogant, as a second-level pharmacist registered in the Apothecary's Guild, he can enjoy the treatment of an upper-class nobleman even in this Rand Kingdom, let alone in this remote town of Lancer. Moreover, for mercenaries whose injuries are commonplace, a second-level pharmacist has a much higher status than the two first-level healers in the town. The first-level therapist can only treat some minor illnesses and pains, and even larger and stricter wounds must rely on those second-level medicines to treat them.

Especially for the mercenaries who are adventuring in the Dark Forest, it is not a trivial matter for them to be injured in the battle with the Warcraft, and the two first-level healers are of little use at this time, and they usually need to ask Lord Sri to help. Therefore, in the eyes of the mercenaries, this second-level pharmacist, Lord Sri is his life-saving bodhisattva.

It is no wonder that at this time, the surrounding mercenaries looked at the Sri Lord with awe and adoration in their eyes.

Si Li, the second-level pharmacist who had already walked into the field, just lowered his gaze slightly and glanced at the more than ten mercenaries lying on the ground, frowned slightly, carefully waved his hand and patted the hem of his clothes, and then looked at the sky again, the long horse face showed a little unhappiness, and then said slowly: "Let's talk about it first, are these mercenaries a mercenary team?" Is their captain absent? Who is responsible for the cost of their treatment? ”

At this time, a mercenary lying on the ground who seemed to be injured on his left thigh struggled to sit up, ignoring the long wound on his thigh that had not yet been bandaged, and strands of blood came out of the long wound, and his slightly pale face showed a look of anxiety, and hurriedly responded:

"Lord Sri, we are all members of the Wolf Mercenary Team, and I am the vice-captain Sguas. Our captain Daya is the ...... over there," said the thigh-wounded mercenary Sgua and pointed to the poisoned mercenary who was crouching down to inspect the old man Lola over there.

"Lord Sri, the captain and the other Karna brothers from the mercenary team were both bitten by a level 4 Green Shadow Demon Snake, please save them. We, the Wolf Mercenaries, will repay you. …… Oh yes, money! …… I have seven or seven gold coins here...... The money is all in the captain's place. Sri Sri please save the captain first. As soon as we wake him up, we'll pay for it right away. ”

As he spoke, the mercenary named Sigua was about to cry, and despite the blood gushing out from the wound on his leg, his hands kept groping around his body, as if he was looking for his gold coin.

glanced at the mercenary named Sigua with disdain, and the horse face of Sri showed a look of impatience,

"Seven gold coins? It's not enough to buy a fraction of a bottle of secondary elixir. You'd better keep it for yourself. Remember what you said, the Wolf Mercenaries, right? I'll show you the captain first. First of all, if he can come up with enough money, I will come to your rescue. If you can't get it out...... Hmph, don't blame me for not saving me when I see death! Oh, remember, I still have to pay for inviting me over this time. ”

Sri 's words immediately made the mercenary named Sigua have a somewhat worried look on his face. He didn't know if Captain Daya had enough gold on him, and the second-level potions refined by Lord Sri were notoriously expensive. On weekdays, a bottle of second-level potion he concocted would sell at least thirty-five gold coins. The five mercenaries who were seriously injured here, plus the two who were poisoned, made a total of seven. Seven bottles of second-level elixir, if the cost of treatment is added, it will be at least about three hundred gold coins.

The mercenaries around them all heard Lord Sri's indifferent and cold words, but they didn't react much, and it seemed that they had long been accustomed to this.

The work of this mercenary is a desperate risk-taking behavior for money, and if you don't have money, you will naturally die, which is not how cold-blooded. At least that's what most of the mercenaries around us thought.

However, the mercenaries' disapproval of this does not mean that everyone present can get used to the words and deeds of this Lord Seri. At least, Ali beside Han Feng endured a little hard.

As soon as the horse-faced Sri came in, the look of his head held high and his eyes empty made Ali look very unaccustomed. It's just that the other person is a second-level pharmacist, and he is also the most powerful pharmacist in this Lancer town, but it can't be said that he doesn't have the qualifications to pretend to be this kind of comparison, even Ali, who doesn't like him, can't say anything.

However, as soon as Sri's cold-blooded words of asking for money came out, Ali was really annoyed. After all, he was still a thirteen-year-old boy, and he had been alone in the Dark Forest for three years before, so he could only say that he was still a relatively enthusiastic half-grown child.

But Ali still looked at Han Feng beside him first, but found that Lord Han Feng seemed to be a little indifferent to this, Ali couldn't help but secretly curse this damn Sri a few words in his heart, but finally couldn't help but really scold.

Han Feng really didn't think there was any problem with this. In the end, he is an old monster who has practiced for thousands of years, and he has long been quite indifferent to human emotions, not to mention any superfluous feelings such as blood. Besides, in a way, all immortal cultivators can actually be said to be a group of quite selfish guys. The so-called single-minded pursuit of the Tao is not a kind of selfish behavior of abandoning a qiē and only seeking immortality.

Those who cultivate immortals value themselves and pay attention to a qiē will. Whether it is the Taoist nature or the Demon Gate's self-determination, this is always a way of doing things that are determined by one's own inner perception.

Whether it is the righteous path or the demonic path, no matter how nice it is said in words, in the final analysis, it is only to compete for that real benefit. And those so-called chivalrous and righteous acts, in the eyes of immortal cultivators, may just be their occasional handy actions when they are in a happy mood.

Of course, Han Feng's view may be a bit extreme, but no matter who can really live for 1,800 years, it is estimated that they will also look down on the ordinary things in life, and only wish to stay normal forever. Moreover, for immortal cultivators, a retreat at every turn is a few years or even decades of penance, and even if there is blood and passion in their hearts, I am afraid that they will really be wiped out.