"Didn't you make that gold melter, that gem solution, and sold it directly to Edward Hugh? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoDealing with this bear child, I really can't relax for a moment.

"It's all possible, you can't rule out the smoke bomb anyway, can you?" said Phil, shaking his head, without the slightest sense of shame that his lies had been exposed.

Seeing that Luca's face sank, he still took a step back: "Don't be too burdened, I don't plan to let you take this responsibility, let's talk about good things as they are, I won't increase the conditions!"

"What potions do you know?" Shut up and suddenly flew next to Phil and asked.

"You name it, as long as you can get me the materials. Not only potions, but I can also make all kinds of greases that can be applied to weapons to increase special effects!" said Phil, pointing to the greatsword behind Ollie's back. Anyway, now that he has been found by the empire, there is no point in hiding this skill, so it is better to sell it.

"That's enough, I'll make the melt first, and we'll talk about the rest when the time comes. Lukka could see that if he didn't say anything to stop him, maybe Ollie would really be cheated out of paying a lot of money by him.

"Well, what's the use of you hurrying with me? hurry up to Twilight to buy all the things and get Linde out so that I can have the materials for you. Phil had regained the expression of a ten-year-old boy, as if it was someone else who had been recalling the past in a hoarse voice just now.

He picked up the cup and found that the juice inside was already empty, and turned to Nora with a hippie smile: "Can you get me another glass, young lady?"

"You don't count how old you are, you're over forty, aren't you, young lady, blushing?" Lukka said as he reached out to stop Nora as she was about to go to the kitchen.

"I'm ten years old physically and mentally, why can't I call it?" Phil grimaced.

For this young bear child, Lukka really didn't have much to do. But fortunately, Phil is also sensible, knowing that he is still asking for help from this group of pirates, so he is not too nonsense, but he never suffers a loss.

Within a few days, though, Luka's impression of him changed dramatically. It's not that Phil has suddenly changed his character, but that he has concocted several bottles of silver cleaning agent with the few materials on the ship.

Thea took it and experimented with it, and the clear liquid instantly made the pile of silver jewelry she had collected shiny. At least at the level of making potions, Phil didn't brag much.

By the time the Silent Death arrived in Twilight, it had been ten days.

Considering Phil's current situation, Luca did not let him ashore. Just being tracked by the Empire isn't a big deal, but he also stole the announcement mail from Sunset Express's headquarters. With this one, probably no one dares to take him in except for a captain like Luca, who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Luca asks Phil to make a list of the materials he needs, taking only Ollie and Crete with him, and transferring to the Peregrine Falcon.

The purchase of materials went well, they found an old acquaintance, Golden Tooth, and with their excellent negotiation (fear) judgment (fear) skills, they got a relatively fair price.

It's just that in the list of materials given by Phil, some things are not so easy to get, even for a guy with a wide range of channels like Golden Tooth El, it took four or five days to get things together.

By the time the Peregrine returned with the materials, Phil was already scratching his ears and cheeks on the deck of the Silent Reaper.

Although the types of these things are very mixed, the total amount is not very large, and the main ones that occupy the place are those alchemy equipment. Luca showed Phil the bill for the purchase of goods, and forcibly added the number to the IOU before reassuring him a little.

Daniel helps Phil move his things into the cabin - because the alchemy equipment takes up too much space, Lukka simply gives the bear child a large cabin with tables, chairs and benches, turning the whole cabin into a workshop.

He was also curious about alchemy and walked in with Phil.

Phil examined the materials in turn, sometimes nodding in satisfaction, sometimes slightly frustrated.

"What, there's a problem with the materials?" Lukka asked.

"Not really, it's the bark of this blue Horsen tree, which seems to be mixed with some gray chestnut trees. There is also this bottle of southern giant bee eyeballs, which are of different sizes, and the effect will definitely be reduced when used!"

As he spoke, Phil spread out a large sheet of white paper on the table, poured the bottle of blue-gray plant powder on it, and said with a needle: "Alas, they are all in powder state, and I can't pick them, so I can only make do with them." ”

The moment Lukka poured out the bottle of powder, he felt a change of sorts.

He looked back at Ollie and the others who came with him, but no one reacted. He concentrates his mind and puts himself in a state somewhere between meditative and awake.

Lukka clearly felt the essence of the materials.

"Are the materials that can be used in alchemy really have a faint amount of energy?" he muttered.

"What did you say?" asked Phil, who stopped what he was doing and looked up.

"You move the powder again. Lukka gestured to the table.

Phil fiddled with the steel needle in his hand again, and this time Lukka could see it more clearly. Those with a faint energy should be the powder of the blue Horsen tree that Phil said.

With Phil's movements, the energies that were different from magic began to flow, slowly converging into a trickle, and finally even forming an oval vortex in the middle of the table.

"Can you see the energy up there?" asked Luca.

"See, isn't this normal material?" Phil didn't understand what he was asking.

Lukka walked over and picked up a steel needle, which Phil looked like a scholar, but it didn't make any waves.

He put down the steel needle, condensed a small stream of magic in his hand, and threw it at the powder on the table, the energy on the material still unmoved.

This is the difference between an alchemist and a mage, right? Lukka understood a little, although he could see the power attached to the materials, he didn't have the ability to exert influence.

As an alchemist, Phil can use these materials as he pleases, but he can't see their essence clearly. It's kind of ironic, Lukka thought.

He didn't know what to do with the alchemy materials, though, but what about the impurities? He changed the way the mana flow worked.

Phil felt a refreshing breeze blowing in his face, bringing up the countless powders on the table, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, what's the use of blowing it all away?" he shouted anxiously as he rubbed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Phil was surprised to find that only the powder of the useful blue Horsen tree was left on the table, and the gray chestnut tree dust, which was an impurity, had all been blown to the ground.