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Seeing a mad deception unfolding in front of everyone's eyes, as a noble knight who has awakened the image of "sincerity", she really doesn't know what kind of "perseverance" she has used to maintain her silence until now.

These two liars!

Seeing the two of them smile as they look at each other, pretending to be meeting for the first time, Miss Knight can almost hear her inner wail. These two bastards were clearly master and apprentice, and Ian hadn't deliberately avoided her when fiddling with the potion, so she had seen the subject that Harris had deliberately left behind.

Some of the ones she had seen were not a word different from the questions in the competition......

How can they do this!?

Martina couldn't help but close her eyes, because she couldn't stand it anymore.

The two bastards in the field are simply unscrupulous and lawless. They simply regarded this "sacred" and "fair" competition as a stage for them to show their acting skills, and treated all the audience, including themselves, as monkeys. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that some "gloating" red-haired lady next to her was watching with relish at the moment, she would have wanted to escape from the stands far away.

As the holder of "sincerity", this wonderful deception is simply an inner "torment" for her, making her hesitate between conscience and friendship. God knows if one can't control it, she will jump out of the stands, run to the center of the venue, point at the noses of those two bastards and expose all their deceptions.

That must be a wonderful scene......

Naturally, the two scammers didn't know that a certain lady was on the verge of going berserk. In fact, they are deeply immersed in this "drama" at the moment, and they are carried away in the questions and answers. For the first time, Ian found himself able to work with Harris so well that he almost thought he was a genius in pharmacy during the first round of theoretical quizzes!

Fortunately, Ian has always been clear about his positioning, and such an illusion was suppressed by him the moment it appeared.

He knew that none of the apothecary apprentices who were able to come to this event would really be inferior to him, and some of them were actually better than him. Although he has some talent in pharmacy, after all, he has been in a state of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and the reason why he was able to sweep all his opponents in the theoretical question and answer is entirely because there is a huge "black curtain" behind this game.

So in the first round, this group of geniuses didn't lose to themselves, they just lost to some shameless middle-aged gentleman......

After the first round of the event, everyone was left on the high platform due to Ian's "preferential treatment". This made this group of geniuses who thought of themselves very high feel humiliated. Although Ian has proven his "strength", this does not prevent this group of geniuses from looking at him unpleasantly, and in a sense, it has deepened their hostility towards Ian.

In fact, they had already decided to prove themselves in the second round of the event, but when the second round was announced, Ian found that there would still be no suspense in this round.

Because the content of the competition is to specify the configuration of potions, and the configuration of potions is his forte.

It is worth mentioning that, according to Grandmaster Bruns's subtle hints, the original intention of this round of competition questions was to hope that the apprentices participating in the competition could deliberately perform some gorgeous techniques, so as to attract the attention of the audience, so that those amateurs who didn't know anything at all could not find the profession of pharmacist boring, so as to achieve the purpose of attracting fresh blood.

In fact, with the exception of Ian, an "outsider" who was halfway home and forced onto the ship, all the other contestants knew the purpose of this. Each of them has prepared a set of extremely gorgeous techniques, and they have made every effort to attract the attention of all the audience to their side.

As a result, a rigorous potion competition turned into a "vaudeville show". This group of deliberate apprentices either played with high-altitude throwing, or released a cloud of yellow, yellow, green and green "chemical gas", or changed the color of the liquid potion through different methods, which attracted bursts of excited exclamations.

Ian's "performance" is the most inconspicuous of them all. Of course, in fact, he didn't know that there was a need for a brilliant performance in this link. He has some guesses about the performance of this group of opponents who are "not doing their jobs", but he has no intention of "pandering".

What's the use of a fancy, flashy technique?

After all, the essence of this game is the configuration of potions, and the final result is the key.

He had always dispensed potions in the most simple and standard way, like a sophisticated and efficient machine, which had nothing to do with the beauty and artistry that Harris advocated. However, even if he has no intention of sensationalism, what seems to him to be a common method has become a completely different matter in the eyes of the audience.

There is no other reason.

It's just that the speed at which he dispenses the potion is too fast.

Harris had been horrified by the speed at which Ian had dispensed the potion, and now the surrounding audience was clearly stimulated by the same. Seeing that when the other apprentices first began to perform "acrobatics", Ian had already put a brand new bottle of potion on the table. The audience, who don't know anything about pharmaceutical blending, may not think anything about it, but the industry insiders here are already in an uproar.

"That's too fast, isn't it?" a tall judge whispered to a colleague next to him, "It can't be a random recipe, right?"

"I don't think so. The slightly obese judge beside him took the potion handed over by the attendant, examined it carefully, and shook his head cautiously: "Both the color and the smell are the most perfect." ”

"Then could it be said that this round of criminals has passed again?" the tall judge emphasized unwillingly, "If this continues, our Apothecary Guild will really become the laughing stock of the Empire!"

"But at the moment we have no other way. The other said with a bitter face: "That arrogant young man is indeed a bit of a level, and Grandmaster Bruns seems to appreciate him very much, I'm afraid we won't allow us to use some 'extraordinary' means now." ”

"Is it possible that we just watched him win?"

"No!" the fat man shook his head, "We need to discuss with Grandmaster Bruns and think of a way to do it in the third round." ”