Potions are a lot of fun for those who know the way to do it, because they know very well that these potions are using special means to hide the effects of things that already exist. This combination of permutations and the pleasure of breaking through the known world and reaching new things is different from pure carnal pleasure.

Of course, for those who don't know how to pharmaceulate, these people who enjoy it are not much different from the image of the witch stirring green rotten substances around the soup pot in the story. This impression is not only for ordinary people, like Luo Luo, who is a spellcaster who has nothing to do with Potions, is actually looking at flowers in the fog.

Therefore, around the small workbench there were soon only Cheese and Wei Ya and the old man with a pointed hat. Among them, Wei Ya's role is more to ask, her potion skills are not enough to join the current work, but out of curiosity, she will ask questions from time to time, and these questions often imply the difference between the pharmacy of the City of Ten Thousand Laws and the pharmacy of the Gray Tower, where Cheese has been taught.

From the name of the drug, the steps experienced in the configuration, and the different names of the semi-finished product and the finished product, all aspects can be said to be subtle between the same and the different. The old man, on the other hand, was completely unexpected, because he could keep up with the boss.

This is not an easy task, the preparation of drugs is very personal, not to mention the differences between genres, and the habits and preferences of individuals are very different. Especially for two experts who do not work together, their habits, preferences, and areas of expertise have actually formed a certain pattern in long-term research, and if they cannot be divided into clear categories, they will inevitably collide.

To put it simply, you can't simply merge two already built houses together. Forcing them close to each other will either end up with the looser side collapsing and falling, or both sides will die together.

However, after observing a few steps of the cheese, he can quickly enter the work idea of the gray robe, accept the work that needs to be carried out separately without traces, and process the semi-finished products more effectively.

This also made Cheese gradually understand what kind of spell-casting faction the old man who was reluctant to reveal his own school belonged to, the living staff, the crystal divination, and the superb knowledge of potions displayed at this time. He's probably a wizard in the traditional sense.

The word witch is the opposite of a witch and sounds as if it is describing a witch as a male. For a long time, it really meant that. Until more people realize that witches are very different from male witches, strictly speaking, witches are not human beings at all, and male witches are human beings who are fake and fake.

It is undeniable that during the period when the meaning of male witches and witches was opposite, there were indeed many people who collectively referred to male spellcasters as male witches, including a large number of wild wizards and witch practitioners. However, the real wizards have a much older history than those who have learned the spell of a scaly claw by chance.

There has always been a misconception that magic comes from non-human forces. It comes from the natural ways of the elves, the leylines of the dwarves, the fury of demons, the pact of demons, and the myriad and unspeakable creatures of heaven and earth and their ancient beliefs. That's right and wrong.

Yes, because the majority of today's schools of magic do originate from foreign races, and these knowledge and systems have become more complete and in-depth due to the earlier beginnings of their original users, which naturally influenced human spellcasters. As for the no, it is because if the vast number of races and creatures in the world have their own magic, then how can human beings not have it?

Wizards, in ancient history, were spellcasters of the human race. In the days when humans were still matrilineal clans, these people were the first to draw knowledge from nature and bring self-preservation power to the race.

However, with the rapid development of human beings, another congenital problem has limited the progress of the male witch lineage, the lifespan. Compared to the elves and dwarves, whose individual lives are long-lived, human beings have too short a life, and their short life is full of rich and chaotic emotions and encounters, which dooms their society and individuals to be unable to truly immerse themselves in a relatively stable environment and delve into the way of magic. Therefore, the decline of male witches and their subsequent replacement and disappearance are no longer accidental.

But it is not easy for everything that has appeared to disappear completely and without leaving the slightest trace, let alone a school of magic that has already seen the beginning. Male witches have always been hidden in human society, sometimes on display, sometimes as witchcrafters. Their legacy didn't mean much to the other spellcasters, and even their names had changed several times to become the inconspicuous wizards they are today.

In fact, the casters of these wizard factions do and have knowledge similar to cheese. That is, they also aim to answer the truth of all things, and these wizards also do not believe that truth only exists in magic.

In other words, their view of magic is quite similar to that of the Grey Robes, and they see spellcasting as a craft, and as long as they know the principles behind the spell, the spell itself becomes a tool in the hands of the craftsman. As a result, wizards sometimes take the form of stonemasons, healers, blacksmiths, and other professions, and out of their indifference to magic, they can easily conceal their ability to cast spells.

Of course, this has led to the majority of wizards becoming only capable of using a handful of spells, so it's no wonder that they are considered self-taught wild wizards. And the old man in front of him seems to have an exceptionally professional understanding and experience in pharmacy.

"Boy, who did you learn your potion making techniques from? You said you were a gray robe, it sounds like a group, where did your group learn from?"

The old man's question pierced Cheese's heart like a needle, causing his hand to stop unconsciously. For he mentions a question that Cheese seldom or never considers, where did the knowledge of the founder of the Grey Tower, the man who dwelt alone on the ice field, outside the world, between heaven and earth, come from?

The Lord of the Grey Tower is a mountain, and his back obscures the sight of all the grey robes, just as the Dragon's Back Mountain blocks the cold wind from the ice field, and the cheese is like the shadow of the mountain from afar, desperately approaching the traveler who still does not touch the foot of the mountain.

He was so great, so great that his apprentices never thought about how their mentor became his. It is as if the child is to the parents, and the parents can clearly tell the trajectory of their children's growth, but the children know little about the life experiences of their parents.

Clarke, the first Grey Robe, who is he, and if this mystery can be solved, will Cheese find a way to become his teacher, and become as learned as he is?

"Well, you may find my question a little offensive. But there's a reason I'm asking. That's because your potion recipe is very similar to what I know, and apart from personal habits, I think we may still have some relationship between us. ”

Obviously, the old man's pause had caused the old man to misunderstand, and he thought that the gray robe had been asked about a secret that could not be told, and quickly explained.

"No, it doesn't matter. I see what you mean. I mean, ha, you're probably right. But that's not something we should be digging into right now, and I'd be happy to visit you on this issue when we get back to Rush. ”

Cheese felt that his brain was about to explode, and the old man was hinting at something? Could the Lord of the Grey Robe be a wizard? How could he be a wizard, and he had that kind of power! No, if he was a wizard, wouldn't it have been solved if he knew so comprehensively? Wasn't the wizard a school of miscellaneous studies, but he had studied every door to a very high level. Stop, stop thinking about it, start with the present, solve the present!

"Okay, okay. You calm down first, your hands are shaking. ”