"If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, can you use your hands to beat people......" When Sean got up from the ground, his fat face was a little aggrieved, to be honest, he had long been used to being beaten, and when he sold Warcraft cubs on the black market, he often just sold them on the first day, and was found and beaten the next day.

It's nothing to him, he just fights, anyway, he has rough skin and thick flesh, as long as he doesn't hurt his muscles and bones, he will be like a person who is okay again after lying down for a few days.

But today I was beaten too unjustly...... The first time I did business honestly, I didn't cheat or deceive people, and the herbs I took out were even more selective, and I couldn't even find a single weed, but I didn't expect to be beaten before I even had time to say a few words...... Of course, wronged is wronged.

Who is the other party, Sean knows very well in his heart, even if he is given a hundred guts, he does not dare to go to the other party to seek justice, after dragging his clumsy body from the ground, Sean just muttered a word, and limped to the crowded place, wanting to see if he could find the next buyer.

"Stop." But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped, and when he turned around in confusion, he saw the young man pointing to the herbs on the table: "Take your garbage away." ”

"It's not garbage!" Sean's fat face suddenly turned red, this batch of three-color flowers, but he spent more than a month picking them, but now they are being treated as a pile of garbage, no matter how much Sean endures, he gradually can't help it at this time.

"Ridiculous......" The young man glanced at Sean, but he didn't continue to embarrass him, but with a somewhat disgusted expression, he rolled up his sleeves and swept it lightly, and swept the few tricolor flowers on the table to the ground: "Next time, put your eyes bright, don't take a pile of garbage to sell around, with my mentor, do you still need to use tricolor flowers?" ”

The young man said a word, and several pharmacists next to him shook their heads in unison.

This fat man is indeed too ignorant of what is wrong, and he sells three-color flowers to a pharmacist, what is the difference between this and scolding a quack doctor in front of a doctor?

For pharmacists, the tricolor flower has only one use, and that is to weaken the medicinal effect.

Under normal circumstances, only apothecary apprentices will use tricolor flowers, because although they have mastered the recipe of the potion, they have not yet mastered the necessary skills, and in the process of dispensing, there will always be mistakes of one kind or another, which may not be too big, but they are likely to cause some accidents.

In order to reduce the mistakes of apprentices, some instructors will suggest that they add tricolor flowers to the potion, which weakens the effect of the medicine, but also reduces the conflict between the various medicine names, and to some extent achieves the effect of reducing mistakes.

Although Amman is not a master of apothecary, but after all, he is also a person with status and status, and it is strange that you are peddling tricolor flowers to him in this public, and he is willing to give you a good look, which makes it clear to tell everyone that his potion level is not at home, and he needs to use tricolor flowers to reduce mistakes?

For a senior pharmacist, the tricolor is a curse.

"You only use tricolor flowers, and your whole family uses tricolor flowers!"

Of course, most of the pharmacists present believed that the fat man did not have any ill intentions in selling the tricolor flowers to Amman.

The purpose of the tricolor flower has always been only circulated among the apothecary, and even many apprentices may not know about it, let alone a low-level thief? This guy didn't know where to get an invitation, and he heard that there were many pharmacists here, so he hurriedly made a batch of three-color flowers, and no matter what the purpose of this herb was, he brought it here to make a lot of money, but he didn't expect to put such a big oolong...... Amman's cultivation is good, if he had changed his temper, he would have thrown this fat man out of the Pharmacists Guild a long time ago.

"Fatty, come here." Sean was bending over with difficulty, picking up the three-color flowers back to the herbal bag one by one, but suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, looked back in confusion, and saw a young magician standing behind him, Sean frowned, I don't know why, he always felt that the young magician in front of him seemed to have seen somewhere...... "What's the matter, Mr. Magician." ”

"It's not a big deal...... Lin Li smiled, and picked up a three-color flower under his feet: "I just want to ask, where did you leave the Thunder Eagle cub for me last time?" ”

"Thunderhawk cubs?" Sean was a little stunned.

"Forgot? Do you want me to talk to Elaine about ......?"

"Ahh As soon as he heard Lin Li mention Elaine, the fat thief suddenly remembered, wasn't the young magician in front of him the same person who had ordered a Thunderhawk cub from him on the black market a few days ago? This is a big man, and the fat man clearly remembers that Elaine's attitude towards him at that time can be said to be respectful, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

Met here at this time, Sean knew that he had not guessed wrong before, this was indeed a big shot, otherwise it would not have been possible to appear in the Apothecary Guild, you must know that who appeared here today, apart from himself, who is not a big man who is not a famous person?

"This ......" But when he thought of the Thunderhawk cub, Sean's face was a little unpleasant.

He does have a Thunder Eagle cub, but does he dare to take it out?

It's just a matter of deceiving others with this kind of thing, at most it's just a beating, but if that thunder eagle grows up and hurts this young magician, he still has to pay for his life? Needless to say, just one Elaine found it was enough to drink a pot of his own.

No, this thing is resolutely not good...... "Mr. Magician, this Thunderhawk cub ......" Sean hesitated for a moment, didn't dare to say bluntly that he wouldn't sell it, but just said in a roundabout way: "I've sold out all the things I have, why don't you give me some time and send it to you when I get it?" ”

"Sold out?" Lin Li glanced at the fat thief, with a little suspicion in his eyes, the trick of the dragon eagle cub, he knew it well in his heart, it was a complete scam, and it was a very unclever kind, but anyone who had been on the black market a few times knew that there was a liar in that alley who sold the trick of taming the monster cubs.

This rumor has been passed down to hundreds, and the fat thieves can deceive only those who visit the black market for the first time, and they must be accompanied by no acquaintances, this kind of rare unjust boss in a hundred years, how can it be encountered every day, there were several Thunderhawk cubs in Sean's cage that day, and he didn't see them for a few days, so he told himself that they were all sold out, who would believe this?

This guy is probably hiding...... However, Lin Li thought about it, and he didn't take this matter to heart, anyway, he wanted the Thunder Eagle cub, and he just wanted to try the secret of taming beasts in the endless world, and it was not a big deal if Sean refused to sell it, anyway, with his current strength at the level of the Great Magician, what kind of Monster cub he wanted to catch couldn't catch?

What he was concerned about now was something else.

Lin Li pointed to the three-color flower in his hand: "Fatty, how many of these herbs do you have in your hands?" ”

"Looks like there are hundreds......" Sean was a little unsure, he had been collecting medicine on Nightmare Mountain since he got the invitation from the Apothecary Guild, and after such a long time, even he couldn't remember how many he had picked.

"Very good, you make a price, I want it all."

"Huh?"

Not to mention the fat man Sean this time, even the pharmacists next to him who were watching the excitement were stunned...... What did the young man say just now? He wants more than hundreds of three-color flowers, is he full of food? No matter how wealthy the pharmacist is, it's not such a squander, is it?

A few hundred tricolor flowers are not enough, but they are only tens of thousands of gold coins.

However, the potion prepared with the three-color flower is almost equivalent to a waste product, although the three-color flower can reduce mistakes, but at the same time, it also greatly weakens the medicinal effect, take the awakening potion as an example, under normal circumstances, a bottle of awakening potion can completely supplement the magic power of a great magician, but after the weakening of the medicinal effect of the three-color flower, it is likely that even the magic power of a tenth-level magician cannot be completely replenished.

One is level 10 and the other is level 15, how can the gap between them be clear in one or two sentences...... Hundreds of three-color flowers, these hundreds of bottles of potions are almost indistinguishable from waste products.

Is this kid's family a gold mine, hundreds of bottles of potions are wasted, does he dare to squander a little more?

Of course, what really made a few potions in a daze was the qualifications of this young magician.

There were a few older pharmacists, and they had even shaken their heads secretly...... It's a pity that this kid looks like Svenwen, but I didn't expect to be a fool.

The purpose of the tricolor flower is nothing more than to reduce some mistakes, and after the apprentice's craft is gradually proficient, it is impossible to use this kind of thing, what is the concept of hundreds of tricolor flowers? That's hundreds of bottles of potion, just to master the most basic skills, you need to use hundreds of bottles of potions to practice, what are such people still alive for, find a piece of tofu and kill it early...... Even if it is to teach a pig to dispense medicine, after hundreds of bottles of potions, it should master some tricks.

Amman sat there and didn't say anything, but the look on his face was more or less proud, he was also a potion apprentice, he was also a magician, and his disciple Miloko was much stronger than that kid.

Milo is indeed competitive, he is only twenty-five years old this year, and he has already reached the level of a low-level pharmacist, you must know that at this age, he has not even touched the door of pharmacy, maybe it will not take a few years to reach the intermediate level, and at that time, it seems that the Thundering City Magic Guild should also be handed over to him to manage...... Amman was thinking about it, but Milo on the side looked disdainful.

He even kindly reminded: "If you don't want to regret it, don't buy that garbage." ”

(To be continued)