Adam Sten stood up suddenly, scrutinizing the alchemist in front of him, and it took him a long time to press the urge to choke the other man's throat.

"You know what you're talking about, Hilton. ”

"I mean, I can see that you seem to have been mentally traumatized lately", the alchemist stammered at Adams, he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so big, but it was useless to regret at this time, so he had to bite the bullet and continued: "I can make some potions to calm my energy and calm my mind. ”

"Is it a magic drug or an ordinary herb?" Adams also realized his gaffe, the other party should not be able to find out that his problem was, he sat back on the edge of the bed, and glanced around casually.

"Most of them are ordinary herbs, and magic potions are available, but I haven't learned them yet," replied the alchemist, blushing and a little timid.

Adams shook his head noncommittally, as a person who had been immersed in the field of medicine and absorbed knowledge, he was actually no stranger to psychotropic drugs.

Zhang Xiaojun is often exposed to such "special medicines" that are mysterious in front of outsiders in his life and work, and even took sleeping pills to help him fall asleep the night before he crossed over.

Since traveling into this world, he has discovered that the biological structure here actually has a lot in common with the earth, but aside from the inscrutable occult fields such as magic and divine powers, he has learned that the level of technology here may not even be up to the medieval level of the earth.

The risk of psychotropic drugs has always been very large, and if the dosage is not appropriate, it can even cause death, because of the consistent love of life on the earth, he is not willing to take this risk.

However, there are tricks to be taken advantage of.

If he has a prescription and knows which raw materials contain active ingredients that can be used, he can do his own experiments to improve them to get some safe and stable drugs.

"Hilton, I want to see a prescription. He stared at the alchemist unhurriedly.

However, the alchemist stubbornly shook his head, no matter how much Adams coerced and seduced, Hilton's mouth was as hard as molten iron, and he couldn't even pry out half a word.

The alchemist insisted that Adams agree to leave with the father and daughter in order to contribute his prescription. This gave Adams a lot of headaches, he was not willing to deceive the other party, but he was also unwilling to agree to the other party's conditions like this.

"My lord, even if you get the prescription, you can't make it, right?" asked Hilton tentatively at the young man.

In fact, he was quite skeptical of his own claims, and Adams saw at a glance in the tavern that his "Corrosion Potion" and "Healing Potion" were just shoddy forgeries.

This alone is enough to show that the other party has a strong magical affinity and knowledge of herbology.

If the other party is a magician, then it is not uncommon to dabble in some basic alchemy, but judging from the superb skills and fierce performance of the young man that day, the other party is obviously a warrior.

"Hilton, it doesn't matter if I can make it or not, I always have to see that you have something on hand to believe you, you know, your black history of selling fakes is still vivid. Adams said unhurriedly to the alchemist, he knows how to make the other party unclear about his bottom line in business negotiations is an art.

"I was forced to do so, and I swear by my Hilton honor, and until that time I was an exemplary member of the Alchemist Guild and a faithful believer in Roman, the honest goddess of commerce. ”

Just as the two were arguing, there was a rush of footsteps outside the bedroom door, and the alchemist's daughter, Mai, ran in from outside in a panic.

The girl held on to the door frame and gasped for air, her brown ponytail beating happily behind her back.

"What's the matter, Reina. The alchemist looked at his daughter lovingly, and he stretched out his left hand and slapped it gently on Reina's back.

Reina finally relented, "Dad, those people have found it, and they are about to surround the alchemy workshop. ”

......

Leaning against the window, Adams looked out with a frown.

Outside, there were indeed a dozen or so scattered splashes with sticks, dressed in different styles of clothing, and a uniform oak pattern embroidered with black thread on the right shoulder.

"It's the one with the 'scarred'", Hilton looked at the crowd gathered in a circle outside the tavern.

Their oak emblem represents that "Scar" practiced the natural magic of the druids, and it is said that he had a private relationship with the druids, which is one of the reasons why the "vulture", which is far more powerful than "Scar", has never taken a reckless move to eat the territory of "Scar". Hilton explained to Adams.

"Anyway, how did you get your daughter out, didn't you kill their leader," Adams said, closing the window.

He wasn't interested in the strife between these regional forces, but the current situation made him feel that things were not going well.

"I went with the guy's ring, and I told his men that I had done a great job, and that the ring was a token of "Scar" for me, and their boss decided to set our father and daughter free. The alchemist touched his nose and puffed out his chest a little smugly.

Yes, this operation is a bit of a riot. Adams couldn't help but be a little impressed by the alchemist's wisdom and courage.

"And that's what is going on now?" he tilted his head and removed the leather armor and cloak from the wall. Looking at the posture, the group of splashes are about to rush in, and it will inevitably be another vicious battle at that time, so it is best to prepare early.

"Well, when I got back, I found that the thief on the counter had already run away. Hilton scratched his head embarrassedly, "I kicked him twice before I went out, but he didn't react at all." ”

Adams' face twitched twice, and his hand moved in a mess, and he buttoned the leather armor wrongly.

The admiration for the wisdom of the alchemist that had just sprouted in my heart was instantly wiped out, and I made up, this Hilton was simply a big pit.

He now finally understood why he was still being served with good food, good drink, and good food after robbing the tavern.

No wonder as soon as he woke up, he saw this alchemist running to him in a hurry to "say goodbye", and his feelings were that he had expected this scene for a long time, so that he could keep himself to help send the enemy.

Oh my God, I seem to be a ruthless tool.