This chief pharmacist of Wushui City, who is just a young man, speaks in a completely similar tone of seniors taking care of juniors.

"Do you know my teacher?"

Although the other party does not seem to be very old, Morey does not have any disrespect for the other party's teacher and himself so contemptively.

Because he could indeed sense a powerful and familiar bloodline power flowing through the young man, a simple metaphor for compressing the huge vitality of a giant dragon into the body of a small human being.

This isn't a bluff, he's a real humanoid dragon.

Although he didn't know that the other party didn't help Raz just now, Morey didn't dare to put the other party on his side so easily.

Because this guy's dress is always somewhat similar to those Frankensteins in his previous life, Morey is not sure that the other party is friend or foe.

"Why, he didn't mention me?"

Sure enough, when he heard that Yarman hadn't mentioned himself, he immediately became gloomy.

"This master, I have just entered the Mage Tower to learn from the teacher, maybe I don't listen to the teacher's teachings on weekdays."

Morey hurriedly said "honestly afraid".

Roman. Dick stared at Morey without emotion, until the other man was still the same, and then he laughed;

"Haha, Yarman's disciple, nothing else, but the courage is quite big!"

"If I, Roman, have such an eye, I'm afraid I won't do it myself every time!"

Morey heard that the alarm had been lifted, and hurriedly laughed:

"Master Roman misunderstood, that's all the teacher's training!"

After laughing for a while, Roman seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said:

"Although Yarman is considered to be the best researcher among the younger generations, that guy is still a little more conservative, he thinks that the research direction of the bloodline is to control those powerful inhuman bloodlines, but he forgets that the seemingly ordinary human bloodlines that can accommodate the bloodlines of various powerful creatures are the strongest!"

"And I, Roman, will be the creator of this ultimate bloodline power of the human race!"

Morey suddenly realized why the feeling of the bloodline power in Roman's body just now was so familiar, but it was definitely not a dragon, it turned out that he was using the original human power himself.

"Since you are a disciple of Yarman, then it can also be regarded as a bloodline transformation of my bloodline."

"If you want to learn my [Bloodline Evolution Technique], I can naturally teach you as well!"

Seeing Morey's "ecstatic" nod, Roman smiled with satisfaction, and continued:

"Just before you do one thing for me!"

"Originally, I came here to find some usable materials, but now it seems that it is more professional to find you."

When Roman saw Morey's men, he had a kind of surprise that he hadn't seen in a long time.

When he found his lost things in this remote town, he was still a little distressed about how to take them away.

Although he had inherited the power of the previous bloodline, after all, the cultivation time of this body was still too short, and the power that could be used too much was less than one percent of the power of the bloodline.

Therefore, he naturally thought of the [Stitching Monster Creation Technique] that he learned from an undead master when he traveled to the continent before, as long as he simply stacked the corpses, he could create an undead creature that was terrifying enough, and when the time came, he could take the opportunity to take the treasure away.

But there is also a huge loophole here, if those Ross priests take action to purify the stitching monster in the first place, they will fall short.

So you can imagine his joy at seeing Morey and the men behind him.

Otherwise, a slightly famous junior disciple, how could he bear his attention.

Roman's solicitation, or rather order, did not cause much disgust among Morey and others.

During the honeymoon period between Wushui City and Blackhorn City, with the lead of this chief apothecary of Wushui City, they could easily bypass the defenses and reach the city lord's mansion.

Morey wasn't going to turn his face with this unfathomable guy for a treasure he had never met.

With the guidance of this master, it was unimpeded all the way, and when they saw someone swaggering down the street with more than a dozen unknown guys, the patrol instinctively stepped forward to interrogate, but when they saw that the leader was Roman, those people were like mice seeing cats, and they hid with a whoosh.

These guys who live at the bottom have the most sensitive sense of smell, and they know better than anyone who can and can't be messed with.

This guy who has just made a name for himself in Black Corner is an unprovoked person at the top of the list.

The gate of the Lord's Mansion.

"Lord Roman, your entourage really can't go in with you."

Seeing Roman's eyes full of murderous intent, the guard immediately chuckled in his heart, and quickly changed his words:

"Two people, my lord, I can let two of my followers go in with the master's punishment, but their weapons must be handed over!"

After saying this, the guard waited in place, uneasy.

He has done everything he can, let two strangers enter the City Lord's Mansion, as long as he is discovered, his duties as the captain of the squad that he has spent countless efforts to obtain will be gone, and maybe he will be in the family water prison for a while, but he will not be able to die after all.

Whether it was completely blocking all of the servants of this ruthless Lord Roman from the City Lord's Mansion, or letting everyone in completely disregard the family's ban because of the fear of his ruthless methods, it was all a way to die, and the difference was only that he was poisoned by the chief pharmacist of Wushui City, or his head was cut off by the family's firing squad.

"Lord Roman, I'll be in charge of your safety with Barr!"

"It's the same for the rest of the rest to stay outside and wait for your orders!"

Just as he was waiting for the most important sentence in his life, a voice broke through the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and the tense air was almost frozen.

"Humph!"

If he saw this distinguished guest snorting coldly and then turning his head and leaving, Hoy might not have been able to sleep well for three days in a row, but today he only felt that this cold hum was like a heavenly sound, more beautiful than the songs sung by those little goblins with sweet voices only the size of the palm of his hand.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Naturally, Hoy did not forget to be grateful to Morey, if it weren't for his sudden opening, he might have died tragically on the spot.

"Hehe, but these subordinates of mine are going to trouble you later!"

Morey said meaningfully to the captain as he removed the scimitar from his waist and handed it over.