"Sylvia, did you see a ghost-faced flower when you two came out of the forest?" asked Planck. He had just made a legging sheath for Dark, and the long thorn of the "Rose" was on Dark's leg at this time, and every time Planck saw it, his heart would hurt, and only by holding the demon crystal could he calm the pain in his heart a little......

"We didn't see it. Grandpa Planck, what do you want Ghostface to do? Isn't it only used to make potions?" asked Sylvia, puzzled.

"It's not me who wants it, it's a little Terran guy named Vog. He has a good talent and is now in the important stage of sprinting to the Great Mage, and is in urgent need of a bottle of meditation potent to provide more mental support in the final breakthrough stage. He can do it himself, but now he lacks the material of the ghost face flower, if the ghost face flower can't be found again, I'm afraid he will break through and fail. Planck said. "I thought you would have news, but you didn't. ”

Slowly, he took out a small box from his pocket and said, "I seem to have it here." ”

"You have?!" Sylvia and Planck turned their heads together and looked directly at him.

Being stared at like this by two pairs of eyes, he took two steps back uncomfortably, and said, "Don't you look at me like this, isn't it just a ghost-faced flower, as for it?"

"Where did you get the ghostface? Why don't I know?" Sylvia looked at him suspiciously, and she suddenly noticed that this guy looked like there was nothing on him, but when he ran into something, it was like a treasure chest, and he had everything.

"That's the thing where you say I killed twenty-one, but I only killed sixteen. This Ghostface Flower came from a hunting team, they were ambushed by another hunting team after collecting the Ghostface Flower, and the whole army was wiped out, I have been watching the scene, and I saw that there were no good people in the sneak attack hunting team, so this Ghostface Flower was snatched by me. He opened the small box, revealing the strange flower inside.

"You should be right, Vog asked the Eric hunting party to help him find the Ghostface, but he didn't expect it to end up in your hands. Planck examined the box and made sure it was in good condition. "That's it. ”

Shrugged. Who would have thought that the ghost face flower that he came over casually but didn't know how to use it was waiting for him here.

"Before it's dark, let's go find him, maybe he'll break through. Hehe, that kid has a bottle of good wine that he's been collecting for years, maybe we can get a taste of it this time. ”

"You're just here to go to the bar?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey......" was broken by Sylvia's thoughts, and Planck laughed hey.

Not to mention, in order to be able to drink good wine, Planck ran as fast as he could with two extra legs. He felt that if he went to the senior running competition, he had never seen a dwarf running so fast.

The dwarves are all drunkards, but the reputation is veritable, prestigious, famous, and famous.

After following Planck for a while, the three of them came to a small cabin.

"Here it is. Planck pointed to the cabin.

"Is this it?" he looked at the room. If Planck's house is a quiet house, then this house is a dilapidated and dilapidated house.

It's just too rudimentary.

"That's right, this is it. Planck nodded, in the affirmative.

"How would a full-fledged magician live in such a place?" Sylvia looked incredulously at the surroundings, a slum in the small town of Berg, where only beggars usually lived.

Magicians are known as "uncrowned aristocrats", they are knowledgeable, powerful, and elegant, and they are a popular group among the upper class. In addition to selling their own creations to make money, the kingdom also provides each magician with a living allowance of one hundred gold coins every year, which is already enough money for ordinary people to live for ten years. There was no reason for this magician named Vog to live in the ghetto, but he did.

Planck answered their questions.

"Vog is a very gifted magician, specializing in potions, and usually works very hard. Because of his obsession, all his money was used to buy materials to research new recipes for potions, and even the house was sold. But how could a new recipe be researched so easily?This hut was built by himself, and I am sure that with enough time, a lot of money, and an excellent research environment, he will become a Potions Master!" Planck's voice was unquestioning as he said the last sentence.

To be able to make a master magician give such a high evaluation, Gyun has a strong interest in this magician named Vog. What kind of person is it that will have such great perseverance and perseverance?

The Dwarven Master stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting in his loud voice, "Open the door, Boy Vogue!"

The door didn't open, only a sentence floated out of it: "Master Planck, you have funded me enough, please don't waste any more useless money on me, I have decided to give up researching potions recipes." I'll pay you back slowly, please go back. The master's voice in the room was very low, which showed how bad his mood was.

"No, no, Vog, I'm here to bring you ghost-faced flowers. A little guy I know named Dark happens to have a ghost-faced flower in his hand. Planck shouted again. He turned his head to look at the darkness and whispered, "Shadow Demon Boy, don't accept his reward for a while, just give him the flowers, and I will give you the reward." ”

Shaking his head with a dark smile, he said, "No, I don't need to be paid. I also want to see how far he can go if he can go to someone who can give such an evaluation, after all, it is not easy to make a Potions Master owe favors. Also, although you are a grandfather in terms of seniority, I am almost twice as old as you in terms of age, so please don't say that I am a little guy!"

"Just say it, why are you so loud?" Planck craned, frightened.

......

"Do you know, Shadow Demon Boy, if Vog becomes a Potions Master in the future, then he will not be able to finish the love of the ghost-faced flower you just now. Planck looked gloomy, as if trying to see him through the inside out.

Sylvia listened to the conversation between the two in confusion, Planck had been staring at him on the way back from Vogg just now.

"Isn't it just a ghost-faced flower, and it's not worth much, even if you don't accept his gold coins, but why do you say that, Grandpa Planck?"