"Well, then, President Ferrey, I won't bother much," Wilkinson didn't think that the President Ferrey in front of him could answer his own questions about pharmacy.

"Wait," Lin Li thought to himself that he didn't have anything important to do anyway, so he might as well simply tell Wilkinson these questions, so he stopped Wilkinson, who was about to leave, and said, "You don't have anything urgent, I just know how to answer these questions, if you are not in a hurry, you might as well sit down and listen to me." ”

"What!" Wilkinson was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

Lin Li shook his head slightly, and said, "Isn't it just a problem with the Double Rotation Cold Brew Technique and the Nine-Color Qualitative Theory, what kind of problem is this?" ”

"Ahh Wilkinson, who had just turned around, was shocked when he heard Lin Li's words, and his mouth opened wide in shock, almost thinking that he was going crazy.

Wilkinson himself was already an intermediate pharmacist and a proud disciple of Master Balbo, so the questions raised would naturally not be ordinary ones. These two questions are actually the inspiration he got from the weakening preparation of bone eroded powder after he came here. He had a vague hunch that if he could figure out these two questions, he would most likely be promoted to a senior pharmacist.

These two questions should be said to belong to the scope of advanced pharmacy, and those who can answer them must at least be senior pharmacists. However, the person in front of him, who had just been recognized as an intermediate pharmacist by everyone, actually said that he could answer his own questions? Wilkinson said nothing that believed it was true.

"Let's go, one sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also released, so let's just talk about it with you." Lin Li took the piece of paper and walked outside. Although the original plan was to wait for all the potions needed by Dark Cloud Town to be prepared, and then officially start teaching these pharmacists. However, since Wilkinson came to them with questions, and these questions are relatively representative, I will tell them all about them, and I will have to talk about them again in the future.

"Wait for President Ferrey...... Wilkinson felt that his brain was a little insufficient, could it be that the Magician Guild in front of him, who was younger than himself, was actually an old monster with a young appearance? He couldn't tell if he was crazy or if the magician was going to be crazy.

At the age of twenty, how much can a person achieve? Wilkinson became an intermediate pharmacist at the age of twenty-one, when the entire pharmacists' union was a sensation, and it is said that in the history of pharmacy, there has never been a middle-level pharmacist of such a young age. Although Wilkinson has a gentle personality, he is also a young man after all, and it is reasonable to be proud of it.

But for now...... "Let's stop ...... for a moment"

Hearing this, Wilkinson finally came to his senses, only to find that he had unknowingly followed him to the potion room, where President Ferrey was walking towards the podium, and his companions were all looking at him with strange faces.

"Wilkinson, go back to your place," Lin Li came to the podium, although he had never really been a teacher, he had also seen what a teacher was like before he crossed over, and he said it in a word, with a bit of a teacher's style.

Wilkinson answered, but without the slightest resistance, he obediently walked back to his place under the surprised gaze of everyone.

"Hey, what's the matter, didn't you go ask questions, why did he come over?" A companion next to him asked Wilkinson in a low voice.

Wilkinson smiled wryly and said, "Until now, I haven't figured anything out, so let's take a look." ”

On the podium, Lin Li coughed lightly twice and said, "Just now Wilkinson came to me and said that he had encountered a few problems, and I took a look, and these problems are very representative in pharmacy. Although some of you may not need it now, it doesn't hurt to know some of them. ”

It was only at this time that everyone realized that President Frey on the podium was actually going to give a lecture. It's crazy, it's funny, it's unacceptable. Although the pharmacists here are only low-level and intermediate, their teachers are at least high-level pharmacists, and they can often listen to the lectures of the masters. Now, such a young president of the Magician Guild dares to come to the stage to give a lecture, what does he have!

The pharmacists in the audience did not slam the door and leave angrily, but they all sat there with the mentality of watching jokes. Some people have even secretly prepared to find a few difficult problems to embarrass Lin Li on the stage, so that he knows that no teacher can be a teacher.

However, with the deepening of Lin Li's teaching, the psychology of everyone in the audience has slowly changed. In the Apothecary's Guild, they are all known as geniuses, they know what is right and wrong, and no one is willing to miss the opportunity to improve themselves just for the sake of gambling.

In the whole room, there was only the sound of Lin Li's lecture, and the young genius pharmacists under the podium had been completely dragged into the whirlpool of knowledge by him, and they listened to it one by one, forgetting everything around them. They were afraid that they would miss every word Lin Li said, there were no small movements, no head to ear, and even breathing couldn't help but slow down a lot.

In the eyes of these pharmacists, the appearance of the young man on the podium who was talking eloquently had become completely blurred, his age and identity had been filtered out, and what remained was a simple teacher who was teaching. They don't think about anything now, they just listen carefully, and put the knowledge taught by the teacher on the stage into their own heads, and no one will think that they have too much knowledge.

Lin Li stood on the stage, his mouth gushing, his eyes swept over the faces of the pharmacists in the audience, and he was still quite satisfied with the performance of the pharmacists at this time. Being able to calm down and learn under such circumstances shows that their thirst for knowledge cannot be interfered with by any other external object. I don't know how to be a teacher in the first place, but with such a group of students, I believe it will be much easier to teach in the future.

Several questions raised by Wilkinson were answered in great detail by Lin Li from various aspects, and he spoke for more than two hours before stopping. At this time, the pharmacists in the audience were still immersed in the absorption of knowledge, and none of them made any noise.

When Wilkinson and the others came back to their senses, they found that on the podium, they had lost the figure of the young magician president at some point. The whole room suddenly "buzzed", and almost everyone had surprises and disbelief on their faces.

"Just now...... I wasn't dreaming! ”

It's crazy, is that little leader really only twenty years old, but looking at what happened just now, it even makes people suspect that he is a high elf lurking in the human race. Pharmacy is different from magic, magic is more dependent on talent, and even how much a person has achieved in magic has been determined from the moment he is born. Pharmacy is a kind of accumulation of knowledge, and good talent just means that you can learn things quickly and have strong comprehension skills, but no matter how fast you learn things, you have to take time to learn, and if you don't learn, there will be no improvement.

"Oh my God, he'...... He just said that, he can't be a senior pharmacist, right? ”

Everyone had the same question in their hearts, what kind of achievements did this young magician president have in pharmacy, and even the word genius was not enough to describe him.

"Actually, intermediate pharmacists may also know that knowledge."

Someone said something weakly, but it was immediately refuted by others, especially Wilkinson, who raised those questions.

"If you can explain these questions so thoroughly, even if you are an intermediate pharmacist, you are about to be promoted to a senior intermediate pharmacist." Wilkinson muttered.

"Which potion master actually cultivated such a monster?" A group of people said enviously. This class made everyone feel that they benefited a lot, and it also made them extremely curious about the master who taught such a student.

It is already very difficult to train a senior pharmacist, and it is unimaginable to train a twenty-year-old senior pharmacist. Although the pharmacists present were all low-level and intermediate-level pharmacists, and there were no senior pharmacists, they were still able to distinguish the real from the fake in the content of the class just now.

The whole room was a bit noisy as the apothecaries were discussing the mysterious apothecary master or sorting out the results of the lesson.

"Smack!"

Wilkinson suddenly slapped the table and stood up, and the sound in the room was suddenly choked.

"What's wrong Wilkinson," the companion next to him asked with concern.

Wilkinson also sensed his gaffe, and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered something." As he spoke, he left his place and walked briskly towards the outside of the room.

Everyone in the room looked at each other, wondering what was going on with Wilkinson, could it be because the title of the pharmacists' union was unworthy of its name from now on?

Regardless of the guesses of the people in the room, Wilkinson immediately went to the room where he was resting as soon as he walked out of the room, and began to rummage around when he arrived. The suitcase turned upside down, and the clothes and miscellaneous items fell into the bed, and those who didn't know thought they were patronized by thieves.

After churning around like this for a long time, Wilkinson finally pulled out a ravaged letter in the pocket of a changed coat.

"Damn it, why didn't you even take the teacher's instructions to heart, and make the letter like this, how can you take it to President Ferrey." Wilkinson said with a sneer.

It turned out that when Wilkinson and his companions were brought to the Tower of Dusk by Grean, Balbo specially handed Wilkinson a letter and asked him to hand it over to Lin Li when he arrived. However, Wilkinson at that time, like everyone else, thought that he had been banished to the Tower of Twilight by his teacher, so naturally he did not put this letter in his heart.

After a few days of understanding, Wilkinson already knew that he and the others were not exiled, but really came to be trained. Especially after listening to today's class, it is no exaggeration to say that even if it is just for this class, this trip is definitely worth it. It was only then that he remembered that he had a letter from his teacher to President Ferrey.

Wilkinson took the letter and flipped through it for a while, and suddenly his heart moved, and he became a little curious about the contents of the letter. There is no one on the right or left, do you want to take a sneak peek, what did Mr. Balbo's handwritten letter write to that President Ferrey.

There is no magic seal on the envelope, and even glue is useless, so it can be seen that the content of this letter is not unseeable, so it should be no problem to read it yourself. Wilkinson couldn't contain the curiosity in his heart, but finally persuaded himself, sat down at the table and gently opened the envelope.

"Master Ferry!"

It was only a beginning that nearly scared Wilkinson out of his chair.

In the world of Anriel, the title of Master is not used casually, it is a respectful title with considerable weight, especially now from the mouth of Balbo, the president of the Apothecary's Guild. What can be called a master by Balbo will never be a title that is only used for politeness, but an honorific title that is really not discounted in the slightest.

Is it a mistake, maybe this letter is intended for President Ferry's teacher? Wilkinson rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the handwriting on the letter hadn't changed.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wilkinson continued to look down, but the content behind made him more and more frightened the more he watched. If he hadn't already met the young magician president, and just read the contents of this letter, he would definitely think that this letter was addressed to an elder of the same status as Balbo's teacher. Even the presidents of the Wizards' Guild were few of them who could get Mr. Balbo to phrase his letter like that.

But the truth is that the letter was addressed to a young magician who was only twenty years old. The tone in the letter is not at all like an elder writing to a junior, but like between friends or colleagues, and there is no difference between the status of the two. To use a figurative analogy, Mr. Balbo looks down when he speaks to his students and subordinates, and he looks down when he speaks to other masters in the union, so the tone in this letter already has a bit of an upward smack.

Wilkinson could no longer continue to think, and the shock of the thin two pages of letter paper in his hand was indescribable. However, he thought that was all there was to it, but when he turned to the second page of the letter, he realized that it was not over yet.

What is it! Teacher Balbo turned out to be ...... Asking that President Ferrey a question?

Is there anything more exaggerated than that? Wilkinson was on the verge of collapse, and Mr. Balbo was not only the president of the Apothecary's Guild, but also a veteran master of pharmacy, and no one knew his teacher's academic attainments better than himself. But now, in his letter, his teacher asked President Ferrey about pharmacy in a sincere tone!