In the early morning of winter, the warm sun is rising, and the leisurely people are still lazily lying on the bed, but the diligent birds have already gotten up to find insects to eat.

"Don't be nervous, relax your muscles, and feel the movement of spiritual power in your body"

In the training room on the top floor of the main house at 17 Lutesia Street, the long swords in the hands of the two figures were pressed together, stirring each other to experience each other's strength, and they kept taking small steps under their feet, constantly circling around the spots of light cast on the skylight.

The long sword in Bourne's hand was pulled by Charles's long sword, drawing circles in a mysterious trajectory, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be guided, flowing down the torso of his body to his arms and wrists, and finally turned into a powerful force on the long sword.

"Camp Camp Camp Camp"

The two long swords continued to rub together with a slight sound, and Byrne also felt that his mouth was suddenly open, and many of the joint turning points where the spiritual power was sluggish before were now gradually smoother.

This is the "pusher teaching method" that Charles has just realized, using his own spiritual power to stimulate the spiritual power in Bourne's body, allowing him to quickly grasp the subtle manipulation ability of spiritual power in the body.

Although Mr. Ma's reputation as a "Tai Chi pusher" was affected after he was knocked down by a punch, the role of Tai Chi in coordinating physical abilities is undoubted, and there are still kung fu that turns clumsy force into skill.

Of course, if you don't even have clumsy strength, you might as well stay where you cool! No matter how clever your skill encounters an absolute superiority in strength, you will definitely be "broken by force" and die an ugly death.

"Okay, you have to practice your own in the future, and you can't always rely on me!"

Charles saw the changes in Bourne's body in the vision of spiritual power, so he didn't continue to work hard, after all, he was not a disciple or a son, just teach him, he was kind enough compared to the so-called masters in his previous life.

A person teaches dozens of apprentices, a few minutes a week, it's good to be able to call out the name, and expect to learn the teacher's real skills?

"My lord, yesterday the council sent me some spiritual materials."

"What are the materials, level 1 or level 2?"

Charles casually placed the knight's sword on the weapon rack and touched his belly, feeling as if he had lost weight again.

"There are only two ingredients this time, tabby orchid and horse itch grass. ”

Byrne is a little irritable, there are many "freedom knights" like him in the Free Council, who perform tasks in various dangerous environments for the "interests" of the Council, and what they lack most now is "healing and recovery potion", "outbreak potion", and "endurance potion", but the person in charge of the sale of spiritual power potions can only distinguish the quality of tabby powder.

"Tabby orchid, itch grass, you Liberty Council also need this flirting potion?"

“”

Byrne was so ashamed that he lied after a long time: "We will sell these potions to those in need, and then exchange them for food for the poor people."

Charles nodded thoughtfully, and said lightly: "I don't care who you sell to, I only care about my money, send me the materials later, I will give you the potion tomorrow, and I will see the money the day after tomorrow at the latest, understand?"

"Understood, sir!"

At half past eight in the morning, Charles had a pleasant breakfast with his sister Olive and planned to visit the association, when he happened to meet Lola on the way out.

The female knight was dressed in a battle suit, and there was still early morning dew on her clothes, and she didn't know how long she had been outside.

Neither of them cared about anyone, and when they staggered, Lola unnaturally distanced herself from Charles, who was so unhappy that she almost burst out laughing.

"Huh?"

Charles suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, and he turned to look at Lola's back, frowning suspiciously.

There are a lot of pedestrians on the street today, and a Souler's carriage is always full, and Charles who came out of the Fifth Avenue rental house to change his clothes did not squeeze into the seat for half an hour, not because he was not physically able to squeeze in, but because he was afraid that he would accidentally squeeze people out and cause trouble.

Already having financial resources, Charles decided not to pick on the door, and got into a carriage with the exclusive carriage of Fei Sansule and drove to the left bank of the Naser River.

An hour later, Charles finally entered the door of the Occult Research Society, and while he was struggling with whether or not to consign the spiritual potion in his hand, the assistant steward Thorson greeted him from afar.

"Mr. Chenaniz, you are finally here, I looked for you for a day yesterday, but found that you did not leave a contact address in the association, hehehe!"

Thorson's smile was full of enthusiasm, but his gaze swept covertly to the inconspicuous cloth bag in Charles's hand.

"Find me, what's the matter with me?"

"All the spiritual potions you consigned have been sold, so you need to go to the consignment office to check if the payment is correct"

Charles knew that what Thorson said was definitely not the real reason, but he had already guessed something, so he followed Thorson to the consignment office.

"This is your one hundred and ninety Louis VIII Soul, please keep it!"

Thorson personally helped Charles count the money, and then waited for Charles's next move, but what he didn't expect was that Charles didn't continue to pay attention to him at all, and turned around and left.

"Mr. Chenaniz, don't you need to consign today?" Thorson was dumbfounded.

"I've just made some potions, and the expiration date is still early, so let's sell them myself first! ”

Charles has a complete bottom in his heart, and walks to the free trading area without hurry, the best expiration date of spiritual power elixir is half a month, and the expiration date depends on the level of the pharmacist, generally about three months, Charles now has two sales channels in his hand, so he is naturally not in a hurry to get rid of it.

Torson was stunned, and then hurriedly followed with small steps, "Mr. Chenaniz, the association's consignment system is like this, the consignment fee for the pharmacist's apprentice is a little higher, I hope you can understand, but after you become a junior pharmacist, you can go to the consignment office on the second floor to consign, and the consignment fee will be much lower."

"Oh"

Charles' pace slowed.

"Mr. Chenaniz, I have a very familiar customer who needs a few bottles of potions that have just been dispensed, I wonder if you have them now"

"What did you just say?" Charles stopped and turned around.

"I have a customer I know very well and he needs it"

"No, that's not it, you just said that after becoming a junior pharmacist, the consignment fee will be reduced, how much?"

“”

"The consignment fee for junior pharmacists is one-tenth of the value of the goods. ”

"Well, I made a few bottles of second-level potions yesterday, and that's a junior pharmacist!"

“”

Thorson made a bitter face and said curtly: "This needs to be decided by the rating staff of the association."

"Oh, Thorson, you don't seem to be happy?"

Am I happy? I'm happy, you're going to go up to the second floor soon, will I be able to climb you in the future?

"Thorson, what did you just say?"

"Mr. Chenaniz, if you have prepared a qualified second-level spiritual power potion, you need to go to the rating office of the association to apply for the rating, if you pass, you can be promoted to junior pharmacist, and then you can go to the second floor to apply for a special workshop, and you don't need to stay on the first floor anymore."

Although Thorson was very frustrated, the junior pharmacist was no longer the lowest level of the apothecary apprentice association, especially the junior pharmacist who had a relationship with His Excellency Kopal, he really couldn't afford to offend, so he explained it in detail.

"No, you're saying that one of your customers needs to buy a potion? Tabby powder or itch grass juice?"

“”

"All you need, Mr. Chenaniz, do you have any potions today?" Thorson his eyes lit up, and suddenly came to his senses, the big man had promised him yesterday, as long as he got that kind of high-quality flirting potion, he would say a few good words for him at a critical time in the future.

"Yes, but I may stay on the first floor after I become a pharmacist, I like the freedom of the trading area on the first floor, and I am willing to continue to consign from you, but the consignment fee must be according to the standard of a junior pharmacist, can you do it?"

“”

Is this Chainaniz a fool?