Ian doesn't think a showdown will solve the immediate troubles. www.biquge.info In another sense, he didn't want to engage in a so-called "potion duel" with the genius apprentice of the Apothecary Guild.

With the urine nature of a middle-aged gentleman, Ian could not confidently believe that the so-called "Mr. Bruns" was in fact someone else, and that Master Malcoln had confirmed his master-apprenticeship relationship with the "Immortal Rose" from the potion he had brought with him. So in Ian's mind, nine out of ten Bruns is Harris himself.

Long before they separated, a middle-aged gentleman had told him that he must not let anyone know the identity of their master and apprentice. He didn't know what Harris was planning to do, he only knew that the gentleman's mysterious plan was facing bankruptcy due to Master Malken's "crooked hits".

The situation in front of him cannot be denied, but if he admits his master-apprentice relationship with Harris, then he will undoubtedly "sell" the middle-aged gentleman. Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, with the feeling of almost wanting to kill the genius apprentice in front of him, he suddenly had a not very "reliable" idea.

I hope it works......

He prayed insincerely, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Harry, are you really sure you want to have a 'showdown' with me?"

"Of course I'm sure. ”

Harry raised an eyebrow and lifted his proud chin. As a disciple of the president of the Eastern Regions Pharmacist Guild, he has been known as a genius all his life, how could he be afraid of a duel with a small criminal? In his opinion, even if Ian gets the "Unwithered Rose" professor, how much can he learn at his current age?

"So......" Ian smiled wider, "how about we add some more prizes?"

"Color?"

"Not bad. Ian nodded and said, "Don't you think a simple duel is too boring?"

"Huh?" Harry was slightly stunned, looking at the inexplicable smile on Ian's face, and a faint hint of vigilance was born in his heart. To be able to become a potion genius, he is not a fool, how can he not hear the meaning of Ian's words? He was originally here for Master Malken's notes, or the "Mental Image Amplification Elixir" in that note. But the criminal boy in front of him actually proposed the "color head" when he knew this, which had to make him suspicious.

It stands to reason that he should also mention the lottery head, and the other party's approach is simply unreasonable.

Is it because you have absolute confidence and want to take away some more benefits? Or is it a bluff and want to make yourself suspicious?

Harry's eyes narrowed involuntarily, and after a momentary groan, he let out a sneer.

"Good. ”

The Imperial genius, who was unwilling to cower and bow his head in front of a mere criminal, raised his chin haughtily again: "If you lose, I will take the notebook of Master Malken." ”

"Yes. Ian nodded casually, then said with a smile, "Then if you lose, I want all your possessions." ”

"Yes...... What do you say?"

Halfway through his words of agreement, Harry suddenly froze and his tone rose several steps. In fact, he could barely believe his ears. He originally thought that he or the Eastern Regions Apothecary Guild had some things that the other party needed, so the young man in front of him would unusually propose the "color head", but he really couldn't imagine that the color head that the other party wanted was actually his property.

He actually put Master Milken's notes on the same level as the coins on his body!

What is this, poor and crazy? Or is it deliberately insulting him?

"You're saying you're going to ......"

"I said, if you lose, I want all your possessions. Ian smiled and repeated, then said, "If you still don't hear clearly, I can repeat it again." ”

"No need. The deeply displeased genius apprentice suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture of "stop".

"A sinner is a sinner, and he will always know only to covet small profits. He turned his face away in disgust, as if looking at Ian with his eyes was a kind of self-deprecation: "Since you want to use the chips in your hand to blackmail money, then I will teach you a lesson, let you know that pharmacists are not to be disgraced!"

"Really?" Ian sneered, and asked casually, "So how about we have Master Malcoln as the referee?"

"Yes. Harry hesitated, then nodded. Although the two are opposites, as a true potion master, it is impossible for Malcoln to take sides in the ruling. He knew that this pedantic old man valued the reputation of a pharmacist more than anything else, and would never "destroy his reputation".

"Master. Seeing that Harry agreed, Ian turned to the old man and said, "What is your opinion?"

Malcoln almost burst out laughing bitterly, he really didn't expect it to turn into such a situation. This kid actually used his heart and soul to bet with others in front of him. The old one is a jerk, and the little one is a jerk.

"You ......" The old man opened his mouth, and almost couldn't help but want to "scold" out loud, but then, as if he suddenly understood, he nodded helplessly: "Okay." ”

"So......" Ian turned back abruptly and asked with a smile, "Can we start?"

"Of course, we don't ......"

Harry stiffly replied, looking down and reaching for his potion box. "Moissanite Elixir" is a potion pioneered by Grandmaster Bruns, as a common medicine for the treatment of flu, this is also his best medicine, whether it is the speed of the configuration or the effectiveness of the configuration, no apprentice in the Apothecary Guild can surpass himself. He decided to use the potion to prove Ian's true identity and teach him the most profound lesson.

It's just that just as he was about to take out the sample and explain the content of the duel, a swift wind and waves suddenly hit him in the face.

What the?

Harry looked up suddenly, and suddenly saw a black boot suddenly appear in front of his eyes, almost in an instant, and then he felt the whole world suddenly collapse, and he flew upside down in a huge sonic boom.

What happened?

In a moment, Harry, who was "buzzing" in his head, felt like a cannonball penetrating through many obstacles, and finally crashed into a hard iron wall, and the bones all over his body seemed to be shattered, and he almost screamed in pain.

He didn't know that the old man and the girl in the pharmacy were already dumbfounded, because at the moment when Harry said "of course", they thought that a certain "harmless" young man suddenly flew up and kicked Harry in the face.

Then the handsome face of one of the apothecary apprentices collapsed, and his body flew out like a sharp arrow, smashing the wooden door of the apothecary, and imprinting it on the stone wall across the street with a loud bang......

"You ......"

After a long time, when the dust cleared and Harry finally understood what was happening, Harry stretched out his only finger and pointed at Ian, who walked out of the pharmacy with a smile on his face, his eyes full of silent accusations and rebukes.

"You...... How...... Can ......"

"What?" Ian pretended to be dumb as he approached, "Aren't we dueling, you already said we can start, I'm not a sneak attack." ”

"I ...... Elixir ......"

"What?" Ian raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You mean a potion potion?"

"I'm really embarrassed. He gave someone with a broken body an apologetic look: "Master Bruns and I learned martial arts, not potions. I thought you were going to compare yourself to my martial arts......"