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It was almost the height of summer in July, under the city wall on the south side of the Northern Regions City, an unkempt and bearded homeless man lay on the ground, raised his head, and cried bitterly with a handful of snot and tears, which made the guards at the city gate and the passers-by who came and went sideways.

They found that the homeless man looked to be forty or fifty years old, with brown hair mixed with gray, muddy gray eyes, and a weather-beaten face that looked like a lot of vicissitudes. He was wearing a tattered robe with patches, which at first glance seemed to be gray and black, and only when he looked closely could he see that the background color of the robe should have been pure white.

What a sad cry this was, what a dejected gesture this was! They thought to themselves, apart from the loud voice that he didn't want to be a vagabond who was hungry and cold, this cry, combined with his miserable appearance at this time, could simply make the listener sad and the listener weep, and conceive a scene of a "long march of 10,000 miles" in their minds.

"Are you alright?" Seeing him crying incessantly, a kind guard couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward and tried to crouch down and help the homeless man up. But as soon as he approached, a foul smell came to his nose, making his head dizzy, and the danger was overturned.

He pinched his nose and hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to have any kindness to help the other party up, and asked from afar: "Hey, homeless man, don't cry at the gate of the city, or we will have to take you to the dungeon." Now, tell me where you're from, and if you want to enter the city, you have to identify yourself and make the necessary registrations. ”

"you bum!" In the shocked eyes of everyone, this guy who was lying on the ground before, seemingly half-dead, suddenly jumped up, tore his throat and scolded: "Eyeless boy, Lao Tzu is a big pharmacist!"

The guard's face suddenly turned pale, and he thought that he was really bad luck today, and he would actually meet such a madman. At this moment, he almost immediately wanted to arrest the homeless man and put him in a dungeon. But as soon as he turned the thought around, it occurred to him that the other party seemed to claim to be a pharmacist.

This made him hesitate a little. If this homeless man is really a pharmacist, then it is obvious that he is a valuable "talent" that is extremely popular in the Northern Regions, and he cannot afford to turn away such a "talent" by a mere guard of his own. Therefore, he looked the homeless man in front of him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked with a little hesitation, "Since you claim to be a pharmacist, then you must have a document to prove your identity, right?"

"Oh, of course!" the homeless man sneered haughtily, as he reached into his inner pocket with his dirty black hand, as if trying to pull something out of it. But as soon as his hand was put into the inner pocket, his high-spirited appearance froze, his eyes widened, and his expression was as strange as a duck that had just been pinched by the neck.

"You wait!" Seeing the guard's suspicious expression, he suddenly screamed, frantically fumbling for the various bags on his body, and after nothing was done, he raised the strange scream a little higher: "You can find it out soon, you wait!"

"That's enough!" When he saw that he was about to tear off his robes, the eyelid-jumping guards finally shouted uncontrollably, and forcibly stopped a certain homeless man from trying to run naked in the street: "You liar dare to fool the city guards of the Northern Regions, I must arrest you and put you in a dungeon." ”

"Don't, don't! I didn't lie to you, I'm really a great pharmacist, a potion master. Eagerly, the homeless man shouted as if he remembered something: "My student runs a pharmacy in the North, you may have heard of her, her name is Elena!

"So, in order to prove this man's identity, you brought him to my house like this?"

In front of his own pharmacy, the corners of Ian's mouth twitched and he looked back and forth at the guards and homeless people in front of him, and his heart was like 10,000 divine beasts rushing by. In fact, when he opened the door and saw a guard standing outside, Ian almost thought that Ms. Amanda had turned her face and was going to settle accounts with him. And just when he began to think about some "bad" thoughts in his heart, the guard actually pointed to the homeless man next to him, claiming that this guy claimed to be his mother's pharmacy teacher!

Seriously, although Ian has long passed the stage of judging people by his appearance, he really can't believe that this flattering, pleading, and obscene homeless man in front of him will have anything to do with his mother.

Pharmacy teacher?

What the hell is this a joke!

"Uh, is Miss Elena there?" the guard asked hesitantly. In fact, seeing Ian frozen in place in shock, he nodded in his heart with great understanding. If it weren't for the fact that they had all heard of Lady Elena's name, if it weren't for the captain's designation to send people here, he wouldn't have wanted to be around this sloppy homeless man for even a second.

"Well, my mother is tending to the herbs in the backyard, and it should be out later. Ian hesitated after a moment's silence. He thought to himself that his mother was not too "normal", and he really knew some weirdos. However, what he didn't expect was that when he said that Elena was his mother, an extremely hot light suddenly appeared in the homeless man's cloudy eyes.

"You're Ian, Elena's son!" he cried out in surprise, and suddenly rushed in front of Ian, and circled around him, his gaze as if he were looking at some precious animal, which made Ian tremble and almost draw his sword and cut it out.

"Elena mentioned you to me in her letters, and he said that your eyes looked like those of the bastard. He walked back in front of Ian in a circle, and approached closer, almost touching Ian's face: "Well, Yelena really didn't lie to me, your eyes really look like that bastard." ”

Ian felt his muscles rise and almost want to punch him in the face. Of course, he knew who the bastard was talking about, and although he was extremely appreciative of the title of "bastard", at this moment, the homeless man in front of him was not much better than that bastard in his heart.

And just when he was about to turn the violent scene in his heart into reality, Yelena happened to walk out at this time.

"Ian, is anyone here? Why have you been outside the door for so long?" she walked out of the house curiously, and when she saw the homeless man who was almost leaning in front of Ian's eyes, her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Teacher Harris, how did you become like this?"

"Ah, Yelena, it's great to see you alive!"

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