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"Why should I tell you?" This sentence seems to many people to have some unfamiliar meaning, coupled with the image contrast between Ian and Master Kling at this moment, at a glance, it looks like a child who is still far from being mature is losing his temper with a mature and stable old man because he has been wronged.

However, when they think about it, they realize that this sentence is not necessarily unreasonable. Pharmacists also have many schools and traditions. Whether they are historic or recent, these factions naturally have their own secrets within their genre.

Although the Pharmacists Guild is an official pharmacist organization of the Empire, they only control the review and management of pharmacists in the Empire, and have no right to require all pharmacists to make their research results public and share them with everyone.

Not to mention the pharmacist organization independent of the Pharmacists Guild, even the masters within the Pharmacists Guild may not share all their pharmacy knowledge, so for Ian, who is faintly standing on the opposite side of the Apothecary Guild at the moment, he will make such an answer, and many people do not feel so unexpected after frowning for a while.

On the stand, Master Klin, who had just been questioned by Ian, frowned slightly. He waved his hand back and wanted to step forward to scold a certain rude boy, looked deeply at the smiling sin boy in the stands, and then suddenly shook his head and let out an inexplicable chuckle, as if he was not caring about a child, he turned around leisurely, and sat back in his seat.

The stagnant air in the hall dissipated with the old man's movements, and everyone looked away after secretly praising Master Klin's belly.

A farce has passed, and smart people will treat it all as if nothing had happened.

At least until the end of the game, everyone had different reasons to remain silent.

After a long time, the host, who had no sense of existence, came to the stage again. His steps were a little floaty, and his face was a little blue, but he spoke quite fluently. In a few words, he first praised Master Klin's fairness and strictness, then picked a few jokes to ease the atmosphere of the venue, declared that the match would continue, and finally looked in the direction of Ian and officially announced that he had passed the third round first.

Ian wasn't interested in these unnutritious words. In fact, the moment Master Kling turned around, a trace of vigilance arose in his heart for no apparent reason. In fact, he said that sentence without provocation or temptation, but the old man did not respond in any way he expected.

The shaking of the head and chuckling in the eyes of many people is that Master Kling is showing his bearing, but as an "actor", in Ian's opinion, these actions of the other party are somewhat deliberate performances, this old man endured and hid his real thoughts and thoughts in his heart, which is a danger signal.

He didn't know if the other party had noticed something, or if he was planning something, but he could only silently warn himself, and while preparing for the worst, he calmed down, turned his gaze to the other contestants, and quietly watched from the sidelines.

At this moment, Mr. Wilmot was already standing in front of the judging stand. As a well-known potion genius, this beloved apprentice of Master Kling did have a slightly higher level of potion than the other apprentices. Except for Ian, the cheater, he was the first to complete the identification of the herbs, and he was talking confidently to the judges. However, to the surprise of some people, Master Klin on the high platform did not set his eyes on his proud disciple at all. As soon as he sat back in his seat, the old man with a white beard lowered his head, and there was no longer the smile on his face.

"It's too careless......"

He involuntarily groaned, closed his seemingly cloudy eyes, recalled Ian's performances on stage, and vaguely realized that he seemed to have overlooked some extremely important issue.

From the first round of theoretical knowledge, this young man who has always been regarded as a "clown" has shown a solid knowledge of pharmacy, and in the subsequent dispensing techniques and identification of medicinal materials, he has all shown extraordinary practical ability. But the problem is that pharmacy is a science that requires a lot of accumulation, and absolutely no one can be self-taught casually. No matter how talented a genius is, if he wants to achieve success in pharmacy, he must ask a famous teacher for guidance and go through a lot of practical research from an early age.

The other party is just a sinner boy who is only eighteen years old and is at the bottom of the empire!

How did he get a systematic and standardized pharmacy education? How did he get an environment where he could be exposed to pharmacy from an early age? How did he get the vast amount of resources he needed to learn pharmacy? And behind these superficial questions, the deeper questions are: Who is his teacher? What is the force behind him? What is the purpose of their doing this?

Master Kling frowned tightly, only to feel a basin of cold water above his head, which made his whole body sober up. He felt that his long years of being in a high position, and the smooth wind and water had finally made him lose the caution he had used to climb up, and he had become much more careless than when he was younger. It was utterly stupid to hear that a sinner wanted to participate in a potion contest and that he took the news as a joke.

"Who is it? Who would dare to make such a provocative move against the Empire?"

He half-opened his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly moved in the direction of the main trial table, and before he was about to touch the figure of a middle-aged man, the momentary vigilance made him move his gaze back sharply and lower his head again.

Many people know that Grandmaster Bruns is an extremely powerful high-ranking powerhouse, but few people know that this grandmaster is already close to the clouds. Master Kling knew this, so he also knew that rashly looking at a god with suspicion was tantamount to blatantly telling him that he was suspicious of him.

"Could it be him?"

The old man hesitated. In his opinion, as a person with a criminal record, Grandmaster Bruns was indeed a suspicious object, but just before, this Grandmaster cooperated with his plan, and it did not seem like the person hiding behind Ian. But if it's not Grandmaster Bruns, then who will be the one hiding at the end?

"Sinners, sinners, sinners......"

"Ian Christian, Christian ......"

Master Kling touched his chin and muttered repeatedly, faintly feeling that the name seemed familiar, and then, his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth unconsciously exclaimed: "Wait, sinner, the scales, Christian!"

"Do you mean...... Elena!"