Hilton looked at the young man in front of him, feeling remorseful in his heart, judging from the mana fluctuations released by the other party just now, the other party was indeed a real necromancer.

Necromancers are a rare class of spellcasters who specialize in playing with the corpses and souls of the dead, and are mostly violent and sinister. Even if all the notoriety is put on these bad things, it is estimated that no one wants to fight for them.

In short, since the last legendary necromancer named Nagash caused a catastrophe by trying to bring all the creatures of the world into the realm of the undead, the necromancer has become a street rat that everyone shouts at.

Of course, this legendary necromancer, who claims to be the first ever closest to the realm of gods, ended up being beaten by the gods who descended, and even his bones turned into ashes.

However, this did not make him fall from the top three of the classic bedside horror story rankings, and there were even cults that believed in him and declared that the legendary mage was not really dead, and that sooner or later he would get up and continue his great work.

Thinking of the murky rumors about the necromancer, Hilton's heart felt a little uncomfortable, and he nervously glanced at his daughter, who didn't know anything about all this, and wanted to pull Regina away on the spot.

As for Roman, the goddess of honest business, let her go to hell for the time being.

Anyway, in fact, he is not a believer in the goddess of commerce, let alone her protection.

He even had some suspicions that the goddess, with her many followers, had been playing tricks on her, because bad luck had been hanging over his head since the alchemist started his business.

It's a pity that he has seen the skills of the young man opposite, and Hilton himself has suffered a big loss at the hands of Adams. The alchemist thought that there was no way to escape with Reina unscathed, and he did not believe that the young man was willing to let the father and daughter leave peacefully. After all, half of the reason why the other party fell to this point is due to himself.

So now I am like a fish on a chopping board, and I have no power to fight back. Hilton sighed weakly.

So the alchemist had to reluctantly squeeze out a hypocritical smile.

"Why, don't say that, I'm just amazed by your extraordinary talent."

This is true, judging from the strength of the magic fluctuation just now, that necromancy spell is most likely a ring of magic. Someone who has the strength of both a full-fledged spellcaster and a full-fledged thief at such a young age can be called talented.

But then he thought of another possibility, what if this young man was actually some old monster who had lived for a long time?

Adams ignored the hypocrisy of the alchemist, and the first priority for him was to prepare the so-called "Comfort Potion" and test whether it worked on him.

He raised an eyebrow, "Hilton, now that the ingredients are available, you can make a 'Comfort Potion'." ”

Hilton nodded quickly, and then acted neatly, now he didn't dare to disobey this necromancer of unknown origin, not to mention that he also wanted to end this unfortunate topic as soon as possible.

The alchemist put the "Pure Heart Grass" into a mortar, grinded it into small grains, poured the powder into the crucible, added water and began to decoction.

When the water in the crucible began to boil slightly, the alchemist added about three or four unknown herbal powders and a small bottle of transparent liquid to it, and then the potion in the crucible began to strangely turn from green to purple and emit a faint smoke.

Hilton carefully put the purple potion into the medicine jar, and after careful inspection, he confidently said to Adams on the side: "The completion is good, drink half a bowl every day, it should have an effect." ”

Adams looked at the steaming potion with some suspicion, the alchemist's dispensing technique was not commendable, but the control of the dosage was too casual.

The raw materials were not even carefully weighed before they were made, which made Adams, who had always strictly adhered to the regulations of the national pharmacopoeia in his previous life, a little uneasy.

So he asked the alchemist questions.

However, the alchemist gave him a disdainful look and told Adams that all alchemists had to learn the knowledge and magic of measurement before learning how to make it, and he had already calculated the required dose when he held the medicine in his hand.

Seeing Adams' skeptical expression, Hilton had no choice but to demonstrate it to the young man, and after several verifications that the results were correct, Adams once again became in awe of the profession of alchemist.

Hilton waved his hand in disgust

"To put it bluntly, we are just the existence of you magicians, only those of us who are not lucky enough to become full-fledged magicians will embark on the road of alchemy, if it is not for the fact that there is no way to move forward smoothly on the road of studying magic, who wants to drill around in the alchemy workshop all day long. ”

This shouldn't be, Adams scratched his head, he clearly remembered that in a certain parallel world called the "Douqi Continent", there was an alchemist whose profession was similar to that of an alchemist who seemed to be the most noble existence in that parallel world.

What's more, alchemists can not only refine medicine but also refine treasures, which is definitely a proper high-quality productivity.

However, under Hilton's explanation, he immediately understood that the dwarves' runic weapons and elves' enchantment skills were far superior to those of alchemists in the manufacture of magical equipment, while the druids who practiced natural magic and the temples who enjoyed divine grace had the absolute right to speak in the field of medicine.

Therefore, the alchemists who are in the embarrassing situation of knowing everything but not doing everything are naturally despised by the world.

Alchemy professionals who have been in this social environment for a long time are rarely interested, and eventually a vicious circle of gradual decline has formed.

......

Adams sniffed the jar lightly, a stench of talking.

He pinched his nose and poured himself half a bowl and poured it down, and a cool feeling came up from his body.

A very peculiar feeling arose from his heart, as if a light rain had fallen in the heart lake, nourishing his spirit, soothing his soul, and making him feel calm and comfortable.

The heat in the body is slowly receding, and the mental pain has also been significantly reduced. Adamston was excited, though he didn't know how it worked.

But as long as it works, it's enough!