"No need!" Downton didn't mean kind words, but it was really unnecessary, not to mention the potion recipe recorded in the Great Library, which was known to the Magic Book, and it was also an astronomical amount.

If you can't be promoted to the dragon slaying level, you can't increase your life, and Downton probably won't be able to learn them in his life.

"What we want to send is a formula that only the Great Potions Master is qualified to configure and strength, are you sure you are not tempted?" Xia Luo did not deceive Downton, she is not the kind of villain who cherishes herself, with her character, she doesn't care about these things at all.

"Well, there's no need. Downton tilted his head, saw that the sun was already shining on the long street, and the people were buzzing, and took out the copper-shelled pocket watch to look at the time, and found that it was already noon.

"Okay, let's respect your wishes, in fact, the potion recipe we want to give, even if you get the intermediate potions master qualification, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it. ”

Xia Luo looked at Downton, very puzzled, the last time we met, seeing that he was curious about everything, he should not have studied Potions yet, but it has only been two months, he has already started, and he can easily write a lot of equations and use them flexibly.

If Xia Luo knew that Downton had been promoted to two levels during this time, and he was just taking the time to study Potions, he would probably be even more amazed.

"It's not early, so I won't disturb your rest. Hearing that Charlotte began to cough again, Downton was ready to take his leave and leave, he had other things to do, and he couldn't stay here all day.

"Promise you the dragon slaying level potion, we will prepare it as soon as possible, and as compensation, you can come to us if you encounter any problems in your studies in the future. Charlotte picked up an apple and took a bite, she didn't want people to feel stingy.

"Xiexie you!" Downton was overjoyed, and was a little excited at the thought of seeing Xia Luo often. It's even happier than getting a new recipe.

Walking out of the wolf and spices, Downton couldn't control his excitement.

"Master, shall we go to that tavern for a big meal?" Jackson swallowed his saliva and interrupted the whistling Downton, "You promised to invite me." ”

"Please, you can. However, it is not allowed to eat offal in the future, especially brain pulp. Downton frowned, eating with a ghoul made him feel uncomfortable.

"Master, you're discriminating against undead creatures!" Jackson was angry, "That's a eating habit that we've passed down for tens of thousands of years, okay?

"Fart, Celes won't eat these, and the Death Knight is said to be non-eating, don't press your ghoul habits on others. Downton was puffed. He didn't expect Jackson to be so messy.

"Ghouls are also a type of undead creatures, and in short, you are discriminating against us, and if you are on the plane of the dead, a racist like you will be sent to the gallows and hanged. ”

Jackson rolled his eyes and muttered.

Although the voice was small, Downton still heard it, and this thing was saying that he was uneducated and did not read much. He's an uninformed hillbilly!

"If I discriminate against you, I'll burn you to death or purify you. Downton smiled bitterly. Motioning to Jackson to look around, "Do you know how much pressure I have to bear with you into town?"

Despite being covered in bandages and wearing light armor, Jackson's green eyes were too dazzling, even for a child. Also know that it is not human.

They hid far away, looking at this side curiously and worriedly, as if they were watching a rare monster in a circus.

"Go, go!" Jackson waved his hand away not wanting to be besieged. He even picked up a few pebbles and threw them over.

"Can you be honest? Downton kicked Jackson lightly, wondering if to send it back to war space.

Poof, the cunning Jackson saw Downton's hesitation, preemptively struck, knelt down directly, hugged his thigh, and began to wail.

"Master, for the sake of serving you with all my heart, can you not abuse me?"

The two of them were more conspicuous, and the people on the long street looked over.

"Hurry up. Downton didn't expect Jackson to be so undisciplined, and he was a little big for a while, he was not used to being watched by so many people.

"It's been a long time since I've had a full meal, do you still want to lock me up? I think I'm the worst mess in the Demon Servant Realm. Jackson hesitated whether to take the opportunity to wring a handful of snot and rub it on Downton's trouser leg, thought about it, and felt that there was a possibility of being beaten up, so he gave up.

"Alright, let's get up and go eat. "Downton gave up, in fact, it's not bad to take Jackson with him, he usually carries bags and various weapons as a demon servant, and he can also use it to block guns at critical moments, anyway, as long as the ghoul is not broken, even if he is shot into a honeycomb, he can't die.

"Long live the master!" Jackson jumped up, cheered, and then, like a big crab, walked to the Golden Ivory Tavern, and kept babbling and patting Downton's ass, "Stand aside, don't you see the wise Lord Downton passing by?

"Jackson, you shut up for me. Downton roared, feeling ashamed to death, and then hurried to those passers-by.

Jackson immediately shut up, having lived for hundreds of years in the ever-gray dungeon city of Porusna, it was already tired of it, and once again it entered the human society of the flowery shijie, no matter what the cost, it did not want to leave.

Instead of rushing into the Golden Ivory Tavern, Downton stood in front of the bulletin board, reading the latest notices posted in town.

The summer harvest is still nearly a month away, and Liszt's town mayor is already urging the townspeople to prepare their taxes.

Downton skipped over and flipped through the wanted notice.

Ogre Tyson has been going berserk lately, attacking two more towns, so the bounty has risen by a third, and his brother Holyfield has also made the list, whether he lives or dies, worth three thousand kindlands.

"It's ugly!"

Jackson smacked his lips and gave an evaluation.

On the wanted post, it is Holyfield's hideous and ugly head, the most notable feature is the lack of an ear, it is said that because of disobedience to Tyson in another private fight, he was bitten off alive by his brother.

"This big cow is pretty!" Jackson flipped underneath and, seeing that there was no one left or right, tore off the Minotaur Kita Village's bounty order, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Downton was puzzled.

"When I have my own bedroom in the future, I will put her on it and save myself from buying posters. Jackson looked forward to the future and despised Downton, "Master, you have to work hard to make money, it's too shameful to even be able to raise a demon servant." ”

Downton was dumbfounded, he really hadn't thought about this problem, think about it carefully, even a miscellaneous fish ghoul can't stay in the war space for a long time, and he has to prepare three meals a day for them.

"It's a pity that it's not a full-body photo, and I don't know what the body is?" Looking at the photo of Kita Village, Jackson was quite regretful.

The photos used on the wanted warrants are all printed with magic, which are almost undistorted and very similar to themselves, so the wanted criminals who have committed crimes can only be prepared for a long escape, and it is absolutely impossible to re-enter the human kingdom to live.

Although Kita Village is a minotaur, it is also quite beautiful from a human point of view, and the figure of the minotaur is notoriously bumpy and plump in the entire Western Earth Continent, so it is no wonder that Jackson regrets it.

Uninterested in these things, Downton urged Jackson into the tavern, only to be met by a burly figure who suddenly squeezed over and pushed him to the side.

"Hey, you're looking for death!" Jackson was dissatisfied, and immediately roared at the figure, showing his loyalty.

The stranger muttered, ignoring Downton, and reached for the bulletin board, grabbed all the dozens of wanted notices on it, and looked through them carefully.

"I'm Deboro!" Jackson burst into a foul mouth, his right hand behind his waist, and he took out his crossbow and prepared to give him a shot.

"Forget it!" Downton pressed Jackson's arm, but it was only a hit, and he was not so angry as to start hitting someone for such a trivial matter.

"Master, you are too kind, this guy has offended your majesty, and he must be severely punished. Jackson complained, feeling that Downton was not domineering enough, "Your attitude will make others think you are a bully." ”

The stranger's alertness was not low, and as soon as Jackson burst out with malice, he had already turned his head and stared at him sharply, while his right hand grasped the double-edged battle axe he was carrying on his back.

"What are you going to do?" said the stranger, in a loud and unfriendly tone, "if you want to steal my purse, I'll cut off your heads and make wine glasses out of your skulls." ”

"Barbarian, pay attention to your attitude. Downton's face turned cold, he didn't care about the collision of the other party, but it didn't mean that he would endure this kind of scolding.

That's right, the stranger standing in front of Downton was a barbarian who was nearly two meters tall, and he could tell from the red runes drawn on his cheeks and the way he dressed.

The barbarians, under the leadership of their wisest king, Tanan, swept across most of the Western Lands and established the Barbarian Realm, but with Tanan's death, the short-lived barbarian dynasty collapsed before it lasted even a hundred years.

This race does not produce, does not farm and live, but lives by hunting and plundering, and killing is as common to them as eating and drinking.

Even orcs are ashamed of robbery, but barbarians never have such troubles, they believe in barbarian gods, and believe that whatever gold is obtained, as long as it is in their pocket, it is their own.

There is a proverb in the continent that you can never convince a barbarian, because they will shut you up forever with a tomahawk, saying that they are unreasonable and rude and ruthless, so the reputation of barbarians in the human kingdom is worse than that of orcs.

"Hit my master, don't daoqian, it seems that I need to give you an etiquette lesson. Jackson flashed his crossbow and activated his aura of swiftness, ready to teach the barbarian a lesson.

The adventurers who entered and exited the tavern saw the conflict, some of them heckled, others dodged, and the barbarians were unreasonable, and if they went crazy, even the uncaring onlookers would beat them together. (To be continued......)