"Quack, quack, quack, quack"!

In the Punk Magic Tower Laboratory, near the corner of the wall is a large cage, the railing made of the magic cage is thicker than an arm, but even this thick railing still crunches under the impact of the creatures in the cage, and the otherwise quiet laboratory is filled with the sound of jaws and cages shaking.

The creatures in the cage were five iron-toothed black crows with blood-red eyes, and each of these magical creatures had the strength equivalent to a tenth-level official-level powerhouse, so it would not be a problem to wreak havoc on a small town outside.

But now they were all firmly bound to this narrow cage, and each impact and bite only left a few ripples in the black energy forming a cage.

Obviously, these rampaging iron-toothed crows could not bear this kind of captivity, and they desperately tore at the railing with their teeth that could open golden cracks, and their wings with metal feathers fluttered endlessly, and the wind pressure even formed a storm in the small laboratory.

But no matter how hard these iron-toothed black crows tossed, they couldn't escape from the cage where they were imprisoned, let alone disturb the black-robed young man who was carefully dispensing potions on the experimental table next to the cage.

There is no doubt that the teenager who is seriously working is a punk.

It's been half a month since Punk and Ben Rachel agreed to work together, and it's been a month since Punk joined Truth Thought.

During this period, even the punks who don't like to socialize politely visit other master casters of the same level, but compared to Ben Rachel's enthusiasm and "doing things", the remaining five master mages are much more settled, three of them are busy experimenting, and they don't see punk at all, and the other two communicate with punk only a salty and light greeting.

After completing the simple social interaction, the punk also received his first business since the black market of Ben Rachel began.

There was a mage who had recently revealed his identity who wanted to buy a Elixir of Weeping Raven for ten times the regular price of Adamantite, and his only requirement was to get it within a month, and he even promised to prepare the materials for this.

As a result, the punk received the cage of five "iron-toothed crows" sent by Ben Rachel.

Five "Iron Tooth Black Crows" can theoretically make five "Weeping Raven's Evil" potions, but the success rate of this difficult master-level potion has always been very low, so four of the five potion materials are spare materials.

After getting this cage of restless "iron-toothed crows", even the self-confident and well-informed punk will inevitably sigh again at the level of profiteering of alchemy items, which is really jaw-dropping.

The real difficulty of these priceless things is not the high price, but the fact that no matter how much money you have, no matter how much resources you have, you can't buy them.

If an alchemist can have the ability to craft those truly high-level alchemy items like Punk, then it is only normal for him to get this kind of treatment that is so lucrative that even the materials are given away for free.

Moreover, for ordinary mages, the most difficult thing to refine a "Weeping Raven's Evil" potion is the alchemy process of refining master level potions, but for punk with the memory of Vedra Xia, he does not lack the technology of refining master level potions at all, and the acquisition of materials is the most headache thing, in fact, as long as he can get excellent alchemy materials, punk relies on the massive memory and experience of the Great Master Vedra Xia, and his success rate in making master magic items can reach an appalling rate of about 90%.

So this time the business punk can be said to be a big profit, the cost is almost equal to zero, and the only thing he needs to pay is half a month of production time for long hair............ Of course, such a shocking thing must not be revealed, and in front of Benrachel, Punk will claim that he has only succeeded in one of his five potions.

Refining a "Weeping Raven's Evil" potion was not a problem at all, and what really made Punk prepare for it now was his long-planned "host plan".

After all, the cooperation with Ben Rachel is just a thing for Punk to make extra money, and only that weird eyeball and the fragments of the law in it are the "fundamentals" that Punk values the most!

Since he had already decided to choose the host of this eyeball among the apprentices, it was important to do a good job of reconnaissance while the mages had not yet accepted the apprentices, and he didn't want to have such a troublesome thing as "his favorite "host" became the apprentice of another mage", so in the last week, Punk has been busy with this matter.

He must ensure that his behavior looks "normal" in the eyes of any mage, at least as a master-level powerhouse with a high status and no neurotic disease, it is absolutely unreasonable for him to personally go to each team of apprentices one by one to "condole" The head of the branch is keeping a close eye on all developments, and Punk can only be as cautious and careful as possible.

Now what Punk has to do is to screen the apprentices of this class under the premise of "reasonable" and "low-key", and then find a way to operate in the dark to make the "host" he likes become his apprentice.

So how can it be "reasonable" to go through the four gates of the "Grey Swamp" and enter the "Thoughts of Truth" branch station?

Punk's plan is to make a little "accident"!

The accident needs to seem hard to arouse suspicion, and it must not seem too difficult to manage, and it must not alarm too many people and not one person alone.

If it were someone else, such as the fat old man Ben Rachel, if he was asked to make a "deliberate accident" under the noses of a group of master-level powerhouses, I believe that that guy would only be helpless except for going too far, but ...... To do this, it is not difficult for Punk, a powerhouse who is proficient in alchemy spells.

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Now it is the tender season of the year, and the gray swamp is a typical rainy climate, at this time it is raining lightly outside the magic tower, the raindrops hit the energy barrier at the window of the laboratory, and then slowly slide down under the colorful light in the laboratory, like a colorful beautiful gem.

Punk gently put down the "perfect" potion in his hand and looked out the window.

Judging by the prophecy spells, if nothing else, those apprentices are almost on the verge of the Grey Swamp.

Gently shaking the test tube in his hand, looking at the pale cyan potion that carried many orange-yellow bubbles in the test tube faintly emitted a pungent diesel smell, Punk nodded with satisfaction.

Now that he is ready for a "little accident", it will be up to the magic apprentices of this class to bring him a big surprise.