"The root grass has been stored for too long, and the medicinal effect has been lost by 34%!"

On the wide shelf, Merlin stepped on the ladder and began to constantly check the herbs in the drawer, the color of the root grass was a little yellow, and under the analysis of light brain scanning, the efficacy of the medicine was accurately judged, but the loss of 34% could not be said directly, too accurate judgment said that there were some shocking things, labeled as the loss of medicinal effect, Merlin slowly walked down, moved the ladder and continued to check. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ningshenhua just bought three days ago, and the time is still short, and the effect remains the same,"

"Heather is very well maintained, and the effect of the medicine is not very significant,"

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Merlin was very serious after work, this was the first day of his work, he got up very early, when he came to this laboratory, the old man did not come at all, time passed slowly, when Merlin checked the herbs more than halfway.

There was a knock on the door!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was a crisp knock on the door, outsiders came, and Merlin knew in his heart that this was his laboratory in the identity of the old man, and there was no need to knock on the door.

Merlin walked down the ladder, came to the door, opened the door directly, he was just about to ask, the words swallowed directly, and it was not a person who appeared in front of him, but a bird.

The black feathers, extremely soft, he stood in front of the door, half a man tall, half of his wings were retracting, the knock on the door was the same as he knocked with his wings, and with its movements, the feathers stood up, and his sharp eyes stared at Merlin, who was dressed in a sewn shirt that fit the feathers, and a bow around his neck.

"Who are you?"

Its long, sharp, slender mouth was closed and motionless, but the sound was heard by Merlin.

"Old Otto's new assistant,"

"Merlin, an intern from the Junior Academy of Magic,"

Merlin introduced himself briefly, and he wasn't rude because the other person wasn't human.

"Where's old Otto?"

"Haven't come yet,"

"Oh,"

"This is the Dalaran Magic Newspaper, please sign for it on your behalf," its wings waved, and a newspaper flew directly over, Merlin saw a glimmer of light shining from the clothes on its body when it fanned its wings, which was the light after the backpack was used.

"Okay," Merlin said, taking the Dalaran Magic Report.

"Goodbye! Mr. Merlin, "It finally spread its wings and flew straight up the stairs.

Staring at his departing figure, Merlin thought intently, the other party is not human, this is for sure, but he should not have human wisdom, not an intelligent race, the image recorded by the light brain began to play in his mind repeatedly, especially its eyes, indifference and sharpness hidden under the stupidity, is manipulated by others, Merlin made up his mind.

After returning to the house, Merlin did not continue to check the herbs, but leaned on the ladder, Merlin looked at the Dalaran magic newspaper in his hand, the name of the Dalaran magic newspaper Merlin is not the first time I have heard of it, the civilizations of various races in the world of Azeroth are very different, such as some minotaurs are still in the tribal civilization, human civilization is the Middle Ages, but Dalaran is very different here, here is at least two centuries ahead of human civilization, but it is limited to the mage industry.

The world of Azeroth is like a hodgepodge, with all kinds of civilizations and very different states of development, and there is no logic at all.

The huge headline on the magic newspaper reads "On the Curse of the Orcs"; Antonidas!

This is the theme of this issue of the magic newspaper, it turned out to be the hand of Antonidas, Merlin was slightly surprised, no wonder it can be used as the theme of this issue of the magic newspaper, he directly began to watch it, the above is written in great detail on the symptoms of orcs, after several years Antonidas's research on orcs has finally come to an end, orcs This is the enemy of mankind, and it has forced humans to unite elves and dwarves to form an alliance, such a brave and good enemy, after being defeated and imprisoned as a prisoner, the spirit began to slump, and he was beaten and scolded, without any intention of resisting, this is a world of difference from before, such a major change, has to make Antonidas start to study the changes of orcs.

"Today's magic has been delivered," the old man continued with a little surprise as he walked into the house and watched Merlin watch the magic report; "It's a lot earlier than usual,"

Merlin saw the old man coming, and he handed over the magic report to the old man's hand, he had already finished watching Antonidas's curse of the orcs, and it was not small to say that the receipt was not small, but it was useless to strictly calculate.

The old man looked at the magic newspaper, saw the words Antonidas, his eyes were shining, it was like a treasure, Antonidas had a very high prestige, this young genius, at the age of twelve, was a blockbuster, and now he is nearly seventy years old, even ordinary people can survive it.

Merlin watched the old man's heart sink in, knowing that this was not a good opportunity to communicate with the other party, he began to continue to check the herbs, time passed slowly, when Merlin checked the herbs in the last drawer, he began to write on the list in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, the time outside was almost noon, the old man had already finished watching the magic report, and began to enter the working state.

Standing in front of a table, holding a glass bottle intently, he slowly poured it down towards the heated container.

After the white liquid fell into the container, it began to react violently, and the liquid inside the container began to glow a faint green, and a glittering light began to emerge.

"The color is green,"

"Failed," the old man sighed, he didn't test the efficacy at all, but picked up the container, directly poured the experimental waste into the garbage bin that had been prepared a long time ago, and put a label on it, waiting for his fate to be disposed of by the Mage Tower.

This is a waste product for the mages, but for some people, it is still of great value, in the end, it is the use of precious herbs as materials, and the recycling of waste products can reduce the cost of experiments.

"How's the Merlin herb being maintained?" The old man rubbed his forehead, sat down in his chair a little tiredly, and asked Merlin.

"This is the case with the herbs," Merlin handed the old man his list.

"Well done, when your internship is over, I will definitely give you a good best evaluation," the old man said praisefully, completely forgetting that he had made a very bad evaluation yesterday.

"With a good evaluation, when you enter the Advanced Magic Academy, you will get a chance to enter the Mage Tower again,"