As Baron Edelman and Lady Veronica watched him enter the chamber, close the heavy door, and open the ciphertext key, Merlin Avery let out a long breath and felt like he was in prostration.

The apothecary's satchel on his waist was heavy, stuffed with all kinds of precious alchemy materials, and the statue of the Lord of the Stars in his hand was even more priceless, if not counting the divine power items treasured in the treasure houses of the major ancient families, less than half of the more than fifty city-states in the entire empire could have a divine power item.

This wealth is enough to buy a real grandmaster-level pharmacist to treat Lady Veronica, but only if you can have a reciprocal conversation with a grandmaster-level pharmacist.

The city-state of Coventry did not have a grandmaster-level pharmacist to settle here, in fact, the city-state of Coventry did not even have a grandmaster. The Thorn Flower family only has a few quasi-grandmaster-level molten gold warriors, and there are no grandmaster-level powerhouses in the Sun Temple, the God of War Temple, the Adventurer's Guild, and the Apothecary's Guild.

The closest grandmaster-level powerhouse to the city-state of Coventry is the leader of the largest barbarian tribe in the Rusal Gobi, nicknamed the "Skull-splitting Giant", Snow Bloodaxe. The tribal leader was a mortal enemy of the Thornflower family in Coventry, and no matter how great the cost, he and Baron Edelman could not stand side by side in peace.

If it weren't for the barbarians' lack of being good at attacking and breaking through the city, the city-state of Coventry would have been destroyed by the war long ago, and many quasi-grandmaster-level molten gold warriors of the Thorn Flower family relied on sieges to barely resist Snow's blood axe, and the quasi-grandmasters and senior mentors who had fallen under the barbarian leader Battle Axe in the past five years had already exceeded ten.

Ironically, Snow Bloodaxe also happened to be one of the important conditions for the Coventry city-state to maintain its semi-independent status. Not all of the Empire's seven main knights have grandmaster-level powerhouses, and if they replace the Thorn Flower family and move to Coventry, once they confront Snow Blood Axe head-on and lose one or two quasi-grandmasters, it will be even worse than the consequences of the fall of the entire territory of Coventry.

Merlin Avery hadn't heard of Snow's Bloodaxe, so he didn't know that he was taken seriously, not only as the only chance to save Lady Veronica's life, but also as the Coventry City-State's chance to free himself from Snow's Bloodaxe nightmare forever.

Only the Grandmaster can stand up to the Grandmaster, this is a truth that has been verified with countless blood and lives. The physical fitness of the barbarian warriors far surpassed that of the imperial soldiers, but the level of alchemy was greatly behind, and it was difficult for the Snow-Blood Axe, as a grandmaster, to even use the mentor-level alchemy elixir.

If several would-be grandmasters of the Thorn Flower family could obtain a tailor-made grandmaster-level alchemy potion, then it would not be an unrealistic dream to completely destroy the sworn enemy Snow Blood Axe.

Avery took a few minutes to calm his mind, and then activated his alchemy, looking for the frequency of fluctuations in the City of Wisdom. What he didn't know was that at the moment of the transition of time and space, Huo Ran, the Dallas butler who had always stayed near the secret room, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable brilliance.

"Space jumping, time and space dislocation, or traveling to another world?" the middle-aged butler's voice was softer than a whisper, but his words were exceptionally clear, as if he was talking to an invisible companion, "As the lark said, the identity of this Iron Master is indeed unusual, and it is worth our more energy to pay attention to him." ”

"Agreed, Dallas, and I'll send extra men to assist you. A feminine voice replied.

The environment in the City of Wisdom seems to be slightly better than the last time, although this may be just Avery delusion. The first thing he noticed when he came to this ruined wall was the brightly lit apothecary's hut, which had been cleared out of the area, and a dozen figures in shabby cloaks gathered in the clearing, whispering and humming, but at least the most basic order was maintained.

Just when Avery was a little confused, the door to the apothecary's hut suddenly opened, and a man who looked a little older stepped out, hunched over his waist and holding a bulging satchel in each hand.

"Forty bottles. The man announced in a joyful voice, "I've got a total of forty bottles of alchemy!"

The whispering voice suddenly amplified several times, and several people surrounded him, asking about the quality and price of the potion. More people poured towards the Apothecary's hut, scrambling for the next spot to enter the hut.

Avery continued to retreat some distance, hiding his figure behind a crumbling tower. He already knew a little about the identities of these people, the ruins of the City of Wisdom were vast, although hundreds of people had obtained official resident status, and the areas they had entered were different, but so far, no one had been able to find the boundaries of this ancient civilization city, but many people had lost their way and had to rely on space jumps to return to the place they first entered.

It's as if a city is the whole world.

In addition to the lucky ones who have been granted official resident status, there are many people who have come to the City of Wisdom but have not been able to complete their initial mission. Some of these people eventually chose to leave and never return to the City of Wisdom, while a large number of them decided to give up on returning to their own world and became refugees here.

The task of obtaining official inhabitants cannot be said to be very difficult, especially for those mentor-level alchemists, it is not too difficult to get a rare material or two. The vast majority of those who become refugees do so because of lack of strength, but there are a few unlucky ones who are too unlucky.

The number of these losers is far greater than the number of official residents, and they can't continue to accept tasks from the Bootstrap Golem or call out their own material trading platform, but that doesn't mean they're worthless.

Many of the official inhabitants were given the status of lieges, and they selected retinues and vassals from among the losers to enrich their domains. The former needs to have a certain strength, or at least enough potential, while the latter must have a skill that can create value for the lord.

Avery was one of the lucky ones among the official inhabitants who had attained lordship, owning not only a territory – completely ruined, of course – but also two powerful subordinate souls, which allowed him to acquire a soul building in the first place. This is a reward that many regular residents receive after years of struggle or a series of difficult tasks.

The only thing that made Avery feel a little sorry was that due to the limited strength of Satum Apothecary and Victor Leader, the soul building had to be maintained at the lowest level, and the alchemy potions produced barely reached the red bronze level, that is, the high-level level, which was not profitable at all on the material trading platform.

After all, among the many mentor-level and grandmaster-level alchemy elixirs, a batch of high-grade alchemy elixirs was really out of reach.

What Avery didn't expect was that the Bronze-grade alchemy potion was not profitable on the platform, but it was very popular among refugees who did not have retinue or vassal status. Most of these refugees are scavengers, and their lives are difficult, and the mentor-level alchemy potions are originally unattainable and expensive, and the red-bronze alchemy potions or even lower ones are the things they can afford to consume and are in great demand.

The vast majority of the alchemical potions produced in the Apothecary's Hut, with the exception of a few copper-grade products, were sold out on the same day, and Avery was given either melt raw materials recovered from the ruins or the remains of strange alchemy items.

However, Avery didn't bother to look through the wreckage, although there were some alchemy items that could be repaired, but the most important thing now was to exchange the rare materials he got from the Baron of Thorns for citizen points. Avery clearly remembered that the Grandmaster-level alchemy potions on the trading platform were extremely expensive, but if they were exchanged for citizen points, they were inexpensive.

Perhaps because Avery didn't take on the long-term mission, the Golem of the Guide took a little longer to respond to the call than the previous ones. However, when Avery opened his satchel and took out a whole bottle of Mermaid's Tears, even the light from the crystal tube on the golem's head seemed to be dyed with excitement.

"Discover a medium amount of Mithril-level liquid energy, synthesize the repair needs of the City of Wisdom, and raise the evaluation to Adamantite. The head of the Golem of the Guide glistened, and a thick metal arm like a palace pillar was raised, slowly lowering it in front of Ivri, "Citizen Merlin, Avery is willing to make a deal?"

"Of course you do, facilitator. Avery smiled a sly sly and continued to pull rare materials from his satchel: the mercy of Motigugu, the leaves of the golden tree, the sapphires of the sea of ice crystals......

A shrill siren rang out from inside the Guiding Golem's massive body, followed by a cloud of white mist descending from the sky and enveloping the Guiding Golem's head, hissing in a hot and cold voice. Avery couldn't hold back his smile as he looked worriedly at the Golem of the Guide, regretting his recklessness.

"The god of alchemy is above, bless the guide not to burn out the core mastermind due to overheating......"

Avery was lucky. The god of alchemy did seem to answer his prayers, or at least not get in the way. The Golem of the Guide quickly calmed down with the help of the refrigerant, but the crystal tube above his head exploded by more than half, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Adamantite-grade energy core fragments, Mithril-grade solid energy, Adamantite-grade solid energy, Adamantite-grade bioenergy...... Dudu Dudu, the comprehensive evaluation is ten Adamantite-level task rewards, with a total of 1560 citizen points, and the cumulative contribution meets the requirements for opening honorary titles, and the merit accounting system is opened......"

After a series of quick voice announcements that overwhelmed Avery, the Golem of the Guide lowered his second metal arm, and in the palm of his hand, which was as large as a tabletop, placed a quaint ring-shaped crown, the surface of which flowed with silver light, faintly emitting powerful alchemic fluctuations.

"Honorary citizen Merlin Avery. I don't know if there is still some remnants of the short circuit and overheating, but the synthesized voice of the guide golem is obviously speaking a little too fast, "In the name of the twelve main control cores of the City of Wisdom, I give you the sacred title of Ember of Wisdom, please accept this ember head ring, and assume the rights and obligations corresponding to this title." ”