Chief Coach Deben Basten has always had a straightforward temperament and is unwilling to hide it. Seeing Avery take out these extremely high-quality mentor-grade potions, he immediately realized that his original judgment had been greatly deviated.

Of course, these are not things that the young man in front of him can make, or rather, whether it is him or Herderland, compared to the mentor behind the young man, they are still a little behind.

This is like the gap between a senior mentor and a prospective grandmaster who is expected to be promoted to a higher rank.

Deben Basten was promoted to Alchemist at the age of 31 and was once hailed as a once-in-a-century genius, but after fifty years, his aura has faded from its original glory and become ordinary.

Of the more than fifty branches of the Imperial Apothecary Guild, Coventry was almost the last of the kind, and Deben Basten was sent here as the chief mentor, effectively being expelled from the center of power.

Of course, Deben Basten would not be reconciled, but he was indeed just a little short of a chance to be promoted to the Grandmaster of Alchemy. After decades of struggling with it, he finally gave up his hopeless efforts and began to think about his family's interests.

The situation in Herderland is similar to that of Basten. The difference is that Helderland was never a genius, he seized every opportunity with hard work, climbed to the level of mentor, and also had the prestige of the hand of miracles.

Looking at the bottles of mentor-level potions that had reached the highest quality, the two people's thoughts suddenly coincided. Determine who the big man behind this young man really is, and then gamble everything to get the opportunity to be promoted to Grandmaster from the hands of that big man.

It's a slim chance, but it's better than absolutely hopeless.

Thinking of this, President Herderland secretly gave the chief mentor a look, and then his expression became more solemn and serious. "In this case, Mr. Avery, your request is reasonable. In principle, I have agreed that you will join the guild as an anonymous person, but there is a small problem......"

The sound of horses' hooves interrupted President Heldland's tentative exit. Galloping along the road was a horse, the horseback of a cavalryman dressed in black leather armor and holding a red and black flag painted with a thorn coat of arms.

The Apothecary's guild was accompanied by thirty guards, and many of them were high-level molten gold warriors. Although they were not allowed to carry pneumatic rifles or armor-piercing crossbows under Imperial law, their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, but it was not a difficult task to stop or kill a Ranger.

Even if that Ranger was a high-level molten gold warrior, even if that Ranger carried powerful alchemy items, as long as President Helderland gave an order, he would inevitably be torn to pieces.

But President Herderland did not dare to give orders, not even to stop them. A wedge-shaped array of guards quickly parted in front of the ranger, like a sharp blade slicing through cream, or like a god parting the sea.

"The banner of the Thorn Flower Family?" President Haleland's face grew grim, and he and Deben Basten glanced at each other, and a feeling that something was not going well came to him. "Could it be that there was an accident over there in the City Lord's Mansion?"

The Ranger rode his horse at great speed, but he at least remembered flipping off his horse as he was about to crash into the table. "My host is...... Baron Edelman Brippes, I am a messenger sent by my master. The Ranger said breathlessly. It wasn't too hot, but his hair was already wet with sweat and was slumping against his cheeks.

"Just now, just now, the city lord's wife was assassinated while hunting, and her injuries were very serious, and the pharmacist of the city lord's mansion ...... There was no way to stop the injury from getting worse. The Ranger gasped and stammered.

"Lord, my master told me that I must invite you, as well as Chief Mentor Deben...... You know, as a lady, once you show up...... Accidents, what terrible troubles it will bring. ”

The pupils of President Herderland's eyes contracted slightly, and although his expression was quite calm, a layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. "The city lord's wife was assassinated? The gods are above, how could such a thing happen? Are the guards of the city lord's mansion all blind and deaf?"

A trace of shame flashed on the Ranger's face, and he lowered his head deeply, "That's the daughter of the Iron Duke, she has amazing riding skills, she is the best Ranger, don't try to catch up with her." ”

"But the assassins are chasing after you, I think that after this matter is settled, it is time for the Thornflower family to check themselves. Deben Basten's old voice rang out, and he glared at the Rangers, "What are you waiting for? ”

The distance from the low hill to the outer city of Coventry was not far, the apothecaravan of the Apothecary was at full power, the black smoke of the coal boiler was billowing from it, and it only took about ten minutes to see the towering outer city walls.

Ever since a desperate run with Ola, Avery had suffered from motion sickness, and when the caravan finally came to a halt in front of the city gates, he almost couldn't wait to jump out of the car, taking a big breath of fresh air.

The second to jump out of the car was Deben Basten, the gray-haired chief instructor who had changed his usual habit of being slow and looked energetic and energetic. "Halderland, you and Roban accompany our new members to the guild first, and bring a batch of alchemy potions by the way, it is estimated that they need antidote and neutralize antiphagocytosis, and before evening, we will meet in the City Lord's Mansion. ”

Seeing Deben Basten giving orders as a matter of course, and President Herderland's expression unchanged and nodding in agreement, Avery looked at Avery with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"The president who has been hollowed out and the chief mentor who holds real power? The young pharmacist took all this to heart silently, without the slightest curiosity on his face.

President Heldland led the group into the outer city of Coventry and through two bustling streets. As the buildings on both sides of the street grew taller and more luxurious, pedestrians became scarce, and the number of lavishly decorated aristocratic carriages grew—a light carriage towed by two thoroughbred horses was certainly more suitable for aristocratic status than the dirty, rough, spitting spewing steam caravans.

The Apothecary's Guild is located at the end of a leafy street, a tall building that is very different from the surrounding aristocratic mansions. The slender tower and seven unique towers form an elaborate structure, the largest of which is 50 meters above the ground and is connected to the other by three suspension bridges. Complex and mysterious alchemy symbols can be seen everywhere on the outside of the tower, and faint alchemy fluctuations linger around the entire tower, proudly declaring that this is a place of wisdom that is different from the mundane.

However, in Avery's eyes, the tower was simply useless.

The flamboyant and noisy way does not really appreciate the power of wisdom. This ornate tower can deceive commoners or young nobles who are not well versed in the world, but in the eyes of those who truly wield power, symbols whose only purpose is to emit alchemical fluctuations might as well be replaced with lead plates with alchemy insulating effects.

Of course, the tower, with its lead clad façade, is sure to be ugly and might become an ugly example of Coventry.

The assassination of the city lord's wife was of course the most important, and the first thing President Herderland did when he returned to the guild was to call the head of the treasury and ask him to take a few copies of each of the alchemical potions with antidote and healing effects, as well as some alchemy ingredients with similar effects. The apothecaries of the guild who are good at detoxification and healing special injuries have also been summoned to the City Lord's Mansion for a consultation.

When everything was ready, President Herderland nodded apologetically to Avery and called for an older apprentice. "This is the Iron Master. He called out using the fake name Avery had chosen for himself, "Master Iron is a new member of the guild, and is currently temporarily set to be a quasi-mentor level, you go and arrange a place for Master Tie to stay, and when Your Excellency the Chief Mentor and I return from the City Lord's Mansion, we will hold a reception to welcome the new members." ”