"The bottle is not enough, I didn't deduct the amount, and I didn't mix the water......"

Charles looked at the small bottles of potions on the table, and then looked at the large puddle of spiritual power liquid left in the silver vessel, and wondered if he had miscalculated the production ratio of spiritual materials and spiritual powers, or if he had reduced the dosage when filling the bottles, so that the potion bottles he had prepared were not enough.

After analyzing it carefully for a while, Charles finally determined that it was not his arithmetic skills that had problems, nor that he had become a profiteer, but that his potion preparation level had improved again, and even in the mass production mode, he could grasp the best time to lock in spiritual power.

"Okay! Find a big water bottle first, and order a batch of small bottles tomorrow........

Charles turned his head and walked into the kitchen of the rental house, found a one-foot-tall water bottle, washed it and walked back, and then saw the little tiger cat boots lying on the table sticking out his tongue "let's go" licking the spiritual potion in the silver vessel.

"Boots, shut up........"

Charles stepped to the table, grabbed the little tiger cat's neck and lifted it up, the little guy kicked and kicked on his four legs in the air, and made a "meow meow" sound in his mouth, obviously very aggrieved and unhappy.

"Have you forgotten how you got to Nasser??"

"Have you forgotten that you had a stomachache before you met me?"

"Can you drink this thing casually? It's an outbreak potion.......

Charles hurriedly grabbed the little tiger cat's mouth, and wanted to reach out and pick its throat to help him induce vomiting, and the boots drank several small bottles of spiritual power burst potion, which is also a very dangerous dose for a transcendent person, not to mention that the little tiger cat is only so big?

But the little tiger cat shook his head and shook his head, and he didn't let go, and his two big round eyes looked at Charles pleadingly, stubborn and pitiful.

Charles opened his spiritual vision, looked at the spiritual power that was gradually active in the little tiger cat's body, and anxiously established a spiritual connection with it.

"If your stomach hurts, you're going to vomit, and if you don't, you're going to die, you know?"

"Wow.... Whew!"

The little tiger cat opened its mouth and spit out a small mouthful of gastric juice, and then closed its mouth and didn't open its mouth.

"You...... It's good to know how to vomit!"

When Charles saw the little tiger cat looking like "I vomited, there is no goods in my stomach", he was also angry and helpless, so he had to let go of the little guy and fall to the ground, staring at the changes in the spiritual power in his body.

The little one quickly became excited, at first just walking in circles and finally running around in the rental house.

It ran faster and faster, cabinets, walls, and roofs, and its four paws stepped and pedaled, slowly turning into a blurred shadow, making it impossible to see its tracks.

"Wow..... Whew......"

The boots began to scream with excitement as they ran, and the joy that came from their nature was almost infectious to Charles.

"Don't scream! A girl's screaming at night, is this disturbing the people, do you understand? Do you have a sense of public morality?"

Charles grabbed the phantom tiger cat and whispered a reprimand to it.

Although the little tiger cat was in a state of extreme excitement, it was still in awe of the owner of Charles, and it wagked its tail and kicked its little paws to beg for mercy at Charles, but as soon as Charr let go of it, it began to fly the eaves and walk the wall with joy, "Wow..... Wow" was not at all restrained.

"Alas...... I don't know, I thought you were going to summon a tomcat!

Charles snorted in disgust, sat on the chair and watched the little tiger cat jumping up and down, and the tension in his heart slowly disappeared.

The spiritual power in the little tiger cat's boots did not show signs of rioting, but was releasing the medicinal power in a continuous and stable state, increasing the speed and strength of the little guy by a large margin.

"Ahh Hmm...."

Charles yawned, tilted his body in his chair to find a proper position, and let the little one toss with confidence.

This toss came to noon the next day, and the little tiger cat who had been running all night finally quieted down, hid in his own nest and began to snore.

Charles carefully examined its body and found that not only did it have no adverse sequelae, but the spiritual power in its body had also been condensed a lot.

"Are the bodies of animals so strong, and the spiritual power of the boots has even improved?" said Charles, asking himself suspiciously, changing his clothes and carrying a large bag of potion bottles, and went out the door, returning to his home on Lutecia Street.

"Click"

As Charles approached the door, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, and the frequency of the horses' hooves was not the horses pulling the cart with each other, but the knight's horses.

Lutesia Street is a relatively civilized neighborhood in Nasser City, and the street is not as lively as other neighborhoods, and the carriages only pass by a few occasionally, and the presence of knights is still quite eye-catching.

Charles turned back and saw two men and four horses trotting down the street, looking like travelers on a long journey, each riding a pair of horses, riding and carrying a salute.

The two knights were both men in Flensian military coats, one with a long figure and a Chinese face, and the other was tall and strong, with a beard, and both exuded a tough military air from top to bottom.

Charles stood there staring at the two of them, and the tall knight was also looking at Charles on horseback, and he slowly approached Charles, frowning a little bewilderedly, as if thinking about "Who is this? Why is this so familiar?"

Charles smiled happily, raised his head and waved at the knight on the horse, "Reed, you're back!"

“.......”

"You're Charles?"

The sturdy Chinese-faced knight threw off his horse, jumped in front of Charles and stared at Charles with wide eyes, and only said excitedly after more than ten seconds: "You are Charles, you are really Charles, just like when you were a child......"

Charles has inherited only a few clear memories of the person in front of him, and he is Charles's older half-brother, Reed Chevalier.

"Surprised, wasn't it? Olive had the idea, she said she was going to surprise you, but I think you looked like you were frightened!"

"Ahem..... Hehehe, it's a surprise, I love this kind of surprise......."

Reed Chevalier looked at Charles happily, stretched out his arms as if he wanted to hug Charles, but he put it down in a restrained manner, although he was Charles's eldest brother, he was not a descendant after all, and there was a natural barrier in his identity.

"Big brother, shouldn't you give your dear brother a congratulatory hug when he sees him now?" Charles opened his arms, his sincere smile filling his handsome face with sunshine.

"I ...... Congratulations, my brother!"

Reed Chevalier hugged Charles, wiped the tears from his eyes with his cuffs, and then turned to the other knight and shouted, "Hey, Bergman, this is my brother, Lord Count Bayonne, how is he?"

The other strong, bearded man had been looking at Charles carefully, as if he were looking at a cherished animal. He heard Reed Shevali shouting, and immediately stood up straight.

"Hello, Lord Earl, I am Lieutenant Colonel Reed's comrade-in-arms, my name is Bergman Benitez, and it is my honor to meet you!"

"Hello Bergman, nice to meet you!"

Charles smiled faintly at Bergman Benitez, and after listening to the voice of the guy in front of him, Charles was sure that he had seen it himself.

At the Four-Leaf Flower Fair, a tall man with a military background sold a military-standard warrior system awakening potion, and after learning that the thief Julian Clamel was selling the relics of the Marquis of Lorraine, he also stood up to stir up the situation, but finally let Cousin Linar buy the manuscript because of his lack of strength.

That big man is Bergman Benitez in front of him.

"Reed, when did you return to Nasser, why didn't you tell me and Olive to speak?" Charr asked casually as he led Reed and Bergman to his door.

"We just arrived in Nasser this morning, went to the military headquarters to inquire about our new position, and then came here to see you and Olive . ”

“.......”

"Did you enter the city early this morning?"

The smile on Charles' face was still there, but he began to analyze why Reed was hiding it from him.