"Sit down and wait for me for a while. Hearing a voice from behind, Roy knew it was Karenic coming. As soon as he said hello, he stopped talking, and only concentrated on controlling the flames.

When the last bit of unstable wind element exploded on the surface of the demon core, the entire demon core took on a particularly transparent cyan color. Like a piece of crystal jade, under the pure surface, a faint light flowed.

Seeing this core, Karenich and Ivan held their breath. They had never seen a demon core take on such a beautiful form. At the same time, he was also surprised to find from the spirit refining disk in front of Roy that he was actually refining medicine.

Ivan was nothing, and Karenich was a little surprised.

As far as he knows, pharmacist is a profession that requires long-term learning and accumulation. They not only have to learn to identify and collect a variety of plant and animal materials, master the medicinal properties of these materials, and the relationship between each other, but also learn the knowledge of fire control. Not enough time is not enough.

Therefore, pharmacists become talented very late. Most of them only began to refine medicine independently after the age of thirty. And those world-famous master pharmacists are all late bloomers. Masters under the age of sixty-five can be regarded as rising stars.

While in the slave camp, Karenic didn't think Roy was anything out of the ordinary. Whether it is his appearance or speech and demeanor, he looks as ordinary as most teenagers. The only thing that caught his attention might be his interest in himself and the magic core and fur he had taken out of the spatial ring to help the elf.

Unexpectedly, he didn't expect that this young man was not only a magician who was quite subtle in controlling magic power, but also a pharmacist. It's unbelievable. The thin boy in front of him looked like he was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

Roy activates a switch on the Ulfuri Disk. Dozens of silver hollow needles pierced the magic core. Streams of mist, visible to the naked eye, emanated from the holes in the central metal ball. Immediately, the surrounding petal-like disks were adsorbed and turned into dew drops dripping down.

Roy carefully warmed up the flames, and immediately threw blue starlight grass and a multi-armed mantis back wing into it, which had been shattered into powder.

With the input of these two materials, the liquid in the plate quickly changed. From cyan to blue, and from blue to green. As the color changes, a rich medicinal fragrance spreads out, making people feel refreshed.

Under the calcination of the flames, the green liquid gradually became viscous, and it looked like melted pearls. After the color had stabilized, Roy threw himself into the roots of the Eucalyptus Tree, and the liquid in the dish became active again, as if it had been stimulated by some kind of stimulus.

Since then, every once in a while, Roy has thrown in different materials. Every drop of medicinal liquid in the spirit refining disc is like life, changing with the conflict of the medicinal properties of different medicines, suddenly yellow, suddenly green. Sometimes it's calm, sometimes it's boiling.

As Roy's alchemy progressed, Ivan and Karenich were already fascinated. Every change in the spirit refining disc made them feel their hearts beat faster, for fear that this time the change in medicinal properties would cause problems due to improper mastery of medicinal materials and fire.

Several times, when they saw the drastic change in the color of the liquid, they forgot to breathe. It wasn't until the liquid medicine stabilized that he put his heart in his chest again.

Although the two of them are not pharmacists, they have also seen pharmacists refining medicine, and they know some basic knowledge of alchemy.

They understood that when refining medicines, the colors that the liquid was most afraid of appearing were white and black. When the liquid turns white, it usually means that the properties of the medicine have not been locked and have evaporated during a certain conflict. The elixir that was practiced like that had no medicinal properties was devoid of any medicinal properties. ...,

Once the liquid medicine turns black, it means that there is a fatal conflict in the properties of the medicine. The toxicity of the pill completely suppressed the medicinal properties. The final Cheng Dan is not so much a elixir as a poison.

Only when the liquid medicine in the alchemy plate is transformed between other colors does it mean that the medicinal properties are in a steady change. When these liquids take on the color of medicine and solidify into shape, it is the time when the alchemy is completed.

Observing Roy's alchemy technique closely, Karenic couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Judging by the professional techniques of many pharmacists, Roy does not seem to be skilled.

For example, when the ingredients are dispensed, experienced pharmacists will usually lower the herbs along the edge of the alchemy plate and let them melt into the liquid medicine little by little. This is a tip to avoid violent conflicts in the drug properties in an instant, and at the same time facilitate the quick remedial recovery when the quantity is too large.

And Roy, when he put the medicinal herbs, didn't pay attention to this at all. Each time it is put in, the medicinal materials are directly put into the center of the liquid medicine in the spirit refining plate.

Although he had made careful preparations in terms of the amount of materials, and every amount he had put in from the beginning to the present was extremely accurate, the conflict of medicinal properties that appeared immediately after the materials were put in was far more intense than when other alchemists were refining medicines.

This is completely a novice's table.

However, in this fierce conflict, he seemed to be able to see the change in the medicinal properties, and always stabilized the medicinal properties through the precise control of the flames before the conflict crossed the critical line. From this point of view, he seems to be another daring veteran.

This stark contrast, which appeared in a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, could not but make Karenic more and more curious about Roy.

He looked at Roy silently.

As a slave without personal freedom and without any human rights, everything from body to life is controlled by the master. Karenic didn't know why the boy would spend so much money to buy him, but he needed to understand what kind of person his new owner was.

And the one qiē he saw so far made him a little incomprehensible.

Judging from his temperament and appearance, Roy is an ordinary teenager, and his clothes are so simple that they are even a little rustic. If you walk on the road, you are an ordinary passerby, standing in the brightly lit ball of the nobles, you are a little hillbilly.

However, under his ordinary appearance, the other side that is shown is shocking. In the slave market before, the wealth he took out at one time was amazing enough. But standing in this silent room at this moment, looking at the magic flame in the hand of the young man in front of him and the medicinal liquid in the spirit refining plate, Karenic found that it was too superficial to measure Roy by wealth.

His magic, his alchemy, is his greatest treasure!

A white light lit up from the hollow metal sphere in the center of the Spirit Refining Disk. Dozens of rays of light shot in all directions through the holes in the ball.

By this time, it was already evening. The fiery red light of the setting sun, sweeping the grassy hillside in the distance, the swaying grove and the green water tower standing quietly beside the warehouse, reflected the pots of flowers on the windowsill, and threw them into the room, and together with the light that shot in all directions, turned Roy's body into an invisible light and shadow.

The swirling mist above the spirit refining disk was like being slammed away by an invisible hand. It is instantly sucked into the liquid in the dish.

The boiling liquid gradually calmed down, like water droplets gathered together, entering the backward flow of time and space, from gathering to separating one by one. Rolling, it fell into the outermost circular groove of the alchemy disk, and solidified into pills like cyan agate.

It worked!

Seeing this scene, both Karenic and Ivan couldn't help but be a little excited. Although they didn't know the grade of these elixirs. But this is the most wonderful alchemy they have ever seen. And judging from the luster and clarity of these elixirs, the grade will not be low. ...,

It wasn't until all the pills rolled into the annular groove that Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his clothes and vests were wet and sticking to his body, and he was cold and uncomfortable. However, the joy of success made him can't help but be excited.

"Here, help me see. Roy greeted Ivan and Karenic with a smile.

"Okay!" Ivan said excitedly as he walked to the test bench.

"Yes, master. Karenic also walked over, deferentially and calmly.

Roy was stunned when he heard this, looked at Karenich who walked in front of him, shook his head and said, "Mr. Karenich, you don't have to call me that. ”

He waved his hand, turned around and counted the spiritual energy pill in the spirit refining plate with Ivan, and said, "I bought you from the slave camp, and I didn't mean to treat you as a slave. In fact, no one in the Green Tower Manor is a slave. ”

Roy's words made Karenic stunned for a moment.

He stood on the edge of the test bench, looking sideways at the young man in front of him who was looking down and counting the pills, and he couldn't believe his ears for a while.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes," Roy nodded, picked up an elixir and shone it into the sun, and said casually, "You and your companions are free." ”

"This" Karenich was in shock, completely incomprehensible.

He couldn't understand why the young man had spent a thousand gold to buy two of his faithful men and claim to be free.

Legally, he and everyone who had just come to the estate were Roy's private property. For them, Roy has the power of life and death granted by law. Just one thought of him can determine whether they will live or die in the next second.

At one time, Karenich also had his own slaves.

In the minds of all the people of this world, slaves are part of property. Be kind to the slaves, keep them fed and clothed, and ask for a doctor when they are sick. But such a thing as giving slaves freedom, let alone doing it, I didn't even think about it.

Such behavior, in the eyes of ordinary people, is extremely stupid. In the eyes of the nobles and the owners of the manor, it is an absolute deviance.

"Master Roy," Karenic hesitated, "Are you sure you're not joking?"

"Of course not," Roy said, shrugging his shoulders, "but to be clear, I'm not a philanthropist. The Green Tower Manor needs to be manned, and I've spent a lot of money to get you here. If you want to be fully free again, you'll need to work for me for a while. But I can assure you that during this time, although you are not free for the time being, you are at least equal. ”

While speaking, Roy and Ivan had already taken out all the pills in the spirit refining plate and counted them one by one.

"Six medium pindans, five high-grade pills. ”

Although I don't know how many levels these Spiritual Qi Pills can evaluate, judging from the form and color of the pills, no lower grade pills have been found. That's surprising enough. Moreover, the number of high-grade pills accounted for nearly half of the total number of pills!

During this process, Karenic kept looking at Roy intently, his eyes blank. It seems to have been digesting the meaning of Roy's words. It wasn't until he chewed and understood, and finally made sure that there was no trace of any joke in Roy's clear eyes.

Freedom! Equality!

These two words, which had already been crossed out of life, made Karenic unable to breathe. He couldn't believe it was true, but he desperately wanted it to be true.

This kind of torment made all the blood in his body instantly surging on the top of his head, and his body trembled uncontrollably. It was something he had never had before when he had faced thousands of enemies, when he had lost his fighting spirit, when he had been reduced to slavery.

"So, what do I need to do for you?" Karenic asked, gritting his teeth. He didn't believe that Roy had bought himself and his two companions for a thousand gold to farm and pick grapes. They are warriors, and they have learned the art of charging into battle. In terms of farm work, they are not even as good as an ordinary person. ...,

"I heard that you used to be a knight, but then you lost your fighting spirit?" Roy asked.

"Yes. Karenich said.

"Can I ask?" Roy said with some curiosity, "What was your identity and rank before you lost your fighting spirit?"

Under the gaze of Roy and Ivan, Karenic was silent, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I am the former head of the Knights of the Ninth Legion of the Imperial Border Army, the Earl, and the Knight of the Great Light. ”

"Shhh

They never dreamed that Karenich's identity would be so prominent. The head of the Knights, the Count, these two identities are terrifying enough. And the Knight of Great Light is the top powerhouse in this world. Paladin, just one step away!

"The Ninth Army of the Border Army" Ivan said in shock: "Isn't it the same legion that was wiped out not long ago in the border city of Longmen in the Western Theater, so you are because of the defeat"

"It's not. Karenic shook his head and said, "I am a former Knight Commander, and I retired two years ago due to injury. It has nothing to do with this battle. ”

"Former Knight Commander," Ivan thought carefully, his shocked eyes gradually widened: "The Holy Emperor is above, you are the [Dragon Gate Iron Gate] Karenich!"

Karenich was silent and did not speak. Apparently acquiesced.

Looking at Ivan's almost dull expression and reverent eyes, Roy touched his nose. He didn't know what the Gate Gate was, but it was clear that Karenic had a lot of background. Otherwise, Ivan, who is a knight of the red leaves, would not be so surprised and excited.

And for him, it doesn't matter who Karenic was before, what matters is that he was once a knight of the Great Light!

Grandpa, Tom. I've found a treasure!

"Well, Mr. Karenich," Roy's eyes rolled in an instant, "you asked me if there was anything I could do." ”

"Yes. Karenich's deep blue eyes looked directly at Roy: "As the price you pay for our freedom, I want to know what I can do for you." ”

"What if I say," Roy didn't let go of this opportunity, and suddenly thought of the conditions: "I need you to swear allegiance?"

"Allegiance?" Karenic froze. After losing his fighting spirit, he is now just an ordinary person. Not an earl, not a knight, how to be loyal?

At this time, Roy's voice came to his ears.

"Yes, allegiance. After I help you regain your vindictiveness. ”

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