After being separated from Captain Brick, Merlin Avery walked for a long time under the cover of night, until the rose-red morning light fainted in the sky, and then he found a dense forest not far from the road to rest.

Among Brufrey's alchemy apprentices, Avery was of the best physique. With the knowledge of a lost civilization in his head, he values the benefits of physical exercise.

Normally, Avery spends his time researching in the labs and libraries, working up a sweat in the Academy Square, and even occasionally confronting mid- and low-level molten warriors who work as guards.

However, he was not a truly trained molten gold warrior, and after a fierce battle and half a night's trek, Avery was exhausted, his feet were heavy and sore, and he was almost unconscious.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, most of Avery was lost in Scrap Iron Town, with only a few bottles of alchemy potions and the apothecary's satchel with him. The potions and the alchemy materials in the satchels were worth a lot of money, enough to cover the cost of the journey to Coventry.

However, after resting with his back against the tree for a while, Avery remembered in frustration that he had negotiated a deal with the Sancho merchant, using all the alchemy materials around him in exchange for an alchemy cloak with spiritual protection and concealment effects.

The cloak still fluttered behind Avery Avery's shoulders, only to be even more worn out by the fighting. The young apprentice pondered for a moment, then took out a metal sheet that enhanced alchemy and put it on his forehead, and began to concentrate his mental power to communicate the unique fluctuations emanating from the City of Wisdom.

Perhaps due to the change of status to official resident, it only took Avery a few seconds to feel a faint sense of weightlessness throughout his body, followed by a strong flicker of light and shadow. By the time the vision returned to normal, the straight cedar behind it had turned into a broken wall, and everything around it was shrouded in darkness as deep as eternal night.

Only a simple makeshift hut made of building debris was still brightly lit.

Avery rubbed his eyes in surprise, the ruins around him felt familiar, but he could swear he had never seen the hut before he left last time.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the City of Wisdom was a dead city in ruins, with only the Golem of the Guide, and a few mysterious areas still left traces of ancient civilizations. The suddenness of this humble hut is a radical departure from ancient civilizations, with walls made of architectural debris, mud-bonded crevices, and crumbling shapes, all like makeshift shacks built by scavengers.

None of the Wisdom is a scavenger in the true sense of the word, because when the Light of Wisdom is first lit, the stupid and uneducated temporary residents are likely to be at a loss and eventually die in the darkness as they run out of mental energy. Those who survive to become full-fledged residents are at least alchemists with official qualifications.

Avery touched the Frost Emperor ring on his finger, straightened the cloak behind his shoulder and the satchel around his waist, prepared himself for battle at any moment, and tiptoed as close as he could to the humble hut.

Avery must figure out what threat exists inside the cabin. This was his foothold in the City of Wisdom, and he had to be absolutely safe, even if there was a hostile alchemy master hiding in the hut, he had no room to back down.

The approach to the humble hut went unbelievably smoothly. Avery found an unsealed gap in the wall, and the orange-red light poured out of the gap, making it warm to look at.

"Whatever I see, I have to stay calm. Avery silently admonished himself in his heart, "Even if it's the Blood Slayer, Skull Hunter, or Shapeshifter mentioned in the ancient civilization texts, I must be absolutely quiet. The slightest sound could cost me my life. ”

It took two minutes of mental construction before Avery felt his emotions calm down. He wrapped his cloak around his body and slowly poked his head out, his eyes close to the slit......

"The gods are above!" Avery said with wide eyes, barely holding back a scream, his face flushed with it, "this is ...... Satum Apothecary, and the Victor Leader of Scrap Iron, aren't they dead, how can they be here?"

The hut is simple on the outside, but it is barely comfortable on the inside. In the middle of the room is a large alchemy laboratory with all kinds of delicate equipment, on one side of the laboratory is a huge fireplace with dark red charcoal burning to provide a constant flow of warmth and light, and on the other side is a row of heavy potion cabinets against the wall, the doors are all open, and inside are neatly and orderly placed standardized transparent potion bottles with small labels on the bottles.

For an alchemist obsessed with concoctions, this humble hut is nothing less than a blissful paradise for God the Father.

That's how the Satum pharmacist. The thin, narrow-minded, mean-faced pharmacist had a fanatical look, half of his body crouched on the test table, his eyes unblinking, as he watched the alchemy experiment in progress.

In front of him were two rows of crystal beakers, the alcohol blowtorch was burning, the liquid in the beakers was boiling, and the steam emitted condensed into a long-lasting colored mist above the test table.

Satum Apothecary carefully observed the preparation of the potions in each beaker, and from time to time he reached out and threw some ingredients into a beaker, and the expression on his face changed with the changes in the potion, sometimes joyful, sometimes nervous, sometimes annoyed, looking a little funny, but making people laugh at it.

Avery was sure that even if he walked into the hut and came to Satum's apothecary, the once hostile and jealous apothecary would not raise his eyes to look at him. It's a pharmacist's paradise, with all the ingredients, the equipment, and the countless recipes, so there's no time to be jealous of others.

Apparently untouched by Satum's fanaticism, the commanding high-ranking molten warrior sat in a chair next to the fireplace, seemingly relaxed, but in fact like a taut bowstring, ready to jump up and fight. A gunpowder pistol and a thin stabbed sword with sparkling lightning rested on the low oak table within his reach, and Avery had no doubt about their power.

With the Ring of the Frost Emperor as his hole card, Avery is not afraid of Victor's leader, let alone the Satum Apothecary who has no actual combat ability. However, Avery saw the bloody and hideous corpse of Victor's leader, as well as the house of Satum's apothecary that had collapsed into ruins. He believed that both of them were dead, and that it was the undead, the apparitions, or something more difficult to deal with.

Just as Avery hesitated, even a little overwhelmed, a crackling flame suddenly erupted from inside the fireplace of the hut, condensing into a burning face in midair.

"Welcome to the lord of this place, citizen Merlin Avery. The sound of that face was also crackling, like a flame burning, "The Apothecary's Hut currently has one Bronze-level employee, one Steel-Class Guard, forty-two bottles of Junk and below level potions, and five Bronze-level potions, please instruct." ”