Mr. Polly was unaware that his lie had been revealed by the time he blurted it out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In fact, after saying these righteous and stern words, his whole body seemed to be truly calm in an instant, and he was convinced in his heart for no reason that the young man in front of him could not know what they were doing.

His composure soon affected the other judges in the same ranks, and when a group of sanctimonious fellows saw that someone had come forward, their originally restless and writhing buttocks suddenly sat down again.

What a worthy Mr. Polly!

They admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

If you don't change your face when you encounter something, this is the person who can really do great things.

The stands gradually fell silent, and most of the unknown spectators had stopped their eyes on Ian again. They are Empire after all, preferring to believe the word of their fellow man rather than an alien accusation, and if Ian can't come up with a convincing proof of his improper "frame-up", then many of them don't mind giving the troublemaker a little color after the game or at the moment.

As for the people who know the dark inside story of the Apothecary's past, most of them are people who fear that the world will not be chaotic. In their eyes, this is just a stage play, as long as it is exciting enough to add enough fun to their boring life, then it doesn't matter who is unlucky.

In the silence, a strange smile hung on Ian's lips. He knew that the Apothecary Guild, as the organizer, would never admit that he deliberately cheated in this competition. Even if they reveal the secret inside the wooden box in front of them, this group of noble people can still use the reason of the apprentice's mistake to fool the past. Doing so would still bring shame to the Apothecary's Guild, but at least it would bring out an unlucky substitute. Even if everyone knows what the real situation is, they have put on a fig leaf for themselves.

Such an outcome was almost inevitable, but on top of that, he hoped that the Apothecary Guild would be able to lift a stone and hit him in the foot. So, in the silence, he fell his gaze straight on Mr. Polly, and slowly opened his mouth again: "Your Excellency, dear judge, I heard that all the medicinal materials used in this competition were prepared independently by the Apothecary Guild, right?"

Mr. Polly frowned slightly, and replied coldly, "Not bad. ”

"So......" Ian then asked, "I wonder which apprentices are preparing these herbs?"

"Apprentice?" Before Mr. Polly could speak again, the other judge beside him was the first to laugh, "It's ridiculous, don't you know that the materials used in the previous potion apprenticeship competitions are all prepared by official pharmacists?"

"Oh?" Ian paused slightly, completely unaware of the fact that an "assist" had been sent from the enemy camp. He couldn't help but turn his head slightly, and showed a "grateful" smile to the opponent who had inadvertently done him a favor: "I see, thank you for reminding me." ”

This inexplicable smile made the judge frown suddenly, and before he could continue to think about it, Ian had already lifted the wooden box in front of him, pointed to a clump of green grass in it, and said loudly: "I didn't expect that the official pharmacists recognized by the Apothecary Guild couldn't even distinguish between crescent moon grass and hidden moon grass, and they mixed the two together in a grand manner, if all the pharmacists in the empire only had such a level, then it would really be too disappointing for me." ”

"What!?"

There was an uproar in the stands, and the insiders on the judging stand stood on end in an instant.

The fat judge swallowed unconsciously, and he hurriedly turned his gaze to Mr. Polly beside him, as his colleagues did. However, the object of their hope is not much better than their own right now. The tall and thin judge felt as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer at this moment, and he looked a little shaky.

How did this kid see that?

Does he really have a way of telling that we don't know?

The judge involuntarily clenched his fists, feeling a pang of wonder in his heart.

No one in the entire Apothecary Guild could distinguish between Crescent Moon Grass and Hidden Moon Grass during the day, but was it really possible for this completely wild sinner, who was actually able to distinguish these two herbs with the same appearance just by looking at them?

No!

It's simply not possible!

Mr. Polly shook his head inwardly.

He didn't believe that such a thing would happen in this world, but it was an indisputable fact that Ian said two medicinal herbs.

So what exactly is it?

Did someone tell the truth?

After a moment of contemplation, he had such an idea for no reason, but as soon as this thought came to him, he threw it out of his head. Because in his opinion, this idea is also ridiculous, not to mention that this idea was an impromptu idea of Master Klin, from the beginning to the execution, no one has been able to contact Ian on the stage, and who can pass on the news?

Thinking so, Polly felt that he was faintly in touch with a "truth".

"Ian Christian. He grimaced, raised his voice to hide the remaining panic in his heart, and said, "As a sinner, your pharmacy skills are indeed beyond the expectations of all of us, but it is a pity that your conduct is despicable, like that of your lowly compatriots. ”

"Crescent Grass and Hidden Moon Grass are extremely similar in appearance, and although we in the Apothecary Guild have found a new way to identify them, our lower-level apprentices can't really master them at all. As he spoke, he let out a sneer: "You think you have found evidence that the Apothecary Guild deliberately cheated in this competition?"

"No, you're just complacent about your ignorance. He shook his head mockingly, waved his hand in Ian's direction, and said, "Stand aside, sinner, and stop covering up your ignorance with your grandstanding." ”

"You haven't been able to tell the real herbs, so you've been eliminated this round. ”

The whole room fell silent after these words, and the judges, who had once again sat their butts, could hardly resist cheering for Mr. Polley. In their eyes, this was simply an astonishing reversal, seeing that the reputation of the Apothecary Guild was about to fall into the abyss, but they did not expect that Mr. Polly, the "savior", could save this unfavorable situation with just a few words.

In an instant, the sinner who had just spoken and worded seemed to have really changed back to the "clown" he was supposed to play, whether he could really distinguish between crescent grass and moon grass, as long as he didn't give this "clown" any chance, then this comedy that deviated from the main line would eventually return to its original ending.

Everything seems to have been predestined.