Merlin Avery swore he didn't care about the welcome reception that the Apothecary's Guild was about to hold, but when he learned from his apologetic apprentice that the reception had been postponed indefinitely, he felt a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Due to the City Lord's Wife being unconscious, the Lord Elder and His Excellency the Chief Mentor were stranded in the City Lord's Mansion and could not return in time. There was a good reason to postpone the reception, and it also made Avery a little worried.

According to his plan, joining the Pharmacists' Guild anonymously during his first few months in Coventry was the first step. This allowed him to adapt to the very different customs of Coventry and Minnesota, become proficient in Coventry's dialect and slang, and finally have his identity credible.

Of course, Avery can't deny that he intends to use this time to earn himself a good capital, and if he can, prestige is also needed. A well-known alchemist is the best disguise for his identity, and it is absolutely impossible to associate with the missing elementary school apprentice in Minnesota.

Provided that you don't get involved in any trouble revealing your identity.

However, trouble seemed to be looming, and in the evening, a group of guards from the City Lord's Mansion arrived at the Apothecary's Guild, led by a ranger in the prime of life, wearing black leather armor painted with the emblem of the Thorn Flower, with a figure as tall as a poplar tree, and blue eyes that seemed to hide a howling blizzard.

"Which one is the Iron Master?" the Ranger's voice was low and powerful, sounding rather intimidating, "Lord Edelman Brippes, Governor of the Western Empire, Archon of the City-State of Coventry, Lord Edelman Brippes invited the Iron Master to come over and talk. ”

None of the high-ranking members of the Apothecary's Guild were there, except for the two seriously ill old pharmacists, the rest of them accompanied President Herderland to the City Lord's Mansion to treat the City Lord's wife.

Of course, none of them came back.

Hearing the noise coming from outside the door, the Apothecary's Guild guards rushed out like ants with burnt nests. However, in terms of numbers and strength, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion were far superior to the guards of the Apothecary Guild, and as soon as the momentum of the two sides made a slight contact, the guards turned pale and almost retreated behind the gate.

"A bunch of cowards who can't stand the test of the storm. The Ranger pursed his lips, his sharp gaze brushing over the faces of the cowering guards, bringing an almost tingling sensation, "Where is the Iron Master?

This hat is not easy to bear, and the captain of the guard of the Apothecary Guild is a quasi-mentor-level molten gold warrior, and he can't help but gasp after hearing this. "Envoy, please wait. He bowed and replied in a hoarse voice, "I'll send someone to call for the Iron Master." ”

"You're welcome, I'm already here. A bright voice belonging to the young man came from overhead, and the Ranger looked up and saw a strange figure appear in one of the windows on the second floor of the tower. He looked like an ordinary adventurer, but he wore an expensive brocade cloak over his shoulders that would dazzle the wealthy nobles.

"I am the Iron Master, the city lord suddenly summoned me, what is the purpose?" The young man calmly looked down from the window, his eyes were not sharp, but he had the power to seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

The Ranger didn't pay attention to the young man's gaze, and in his opinion, the Iron Master, who was regarded as the last lifeline, could not have been an ordinary fellow. "Master Tie, the city lord wants to meet with you, and that's what your lord ordered, and who would dare to question your lordship's decision in Coventry?" he said word by word.

"So, just to meet?" Avery raised his eyebrows with a smirk, "If I just go through the mansion with empty hands and don't have anything with me, will it delay the affairs of the city lord?"

The Ranger's face was gloomy, and he had to pinch his nose and swallow his words of implicit threat. But if the illness of the city lord's wife is delayed...... The Ranger shuddered and had to jump off his horse and bow deeply to Avery.

"I beg your pardon, Iron Master, I shouldn't have speculated on the meaning of the Castle Lord. The lord of the castle has indeed asked you to come to the palace to talk, and it is also for the deterioration of Lady Veronica's injuries, who have been unconscious for half a day. ”

Avery looked at him slightly, and a feeling of discomfort ran in his heart. Chief Mentor Deben Basten and President Herderland were both excellent pharmacists, and although they didn't have much contact, Avery could already feel a mixture of confidence and pride in them—at least comparable to the grade level tutors at Broughfry.

If these two can't solve the problem, it means that the city lord's wife is more seriously injured than expected.

Avery did a good job of hiding the uneasiness in his heart, "That's it, I'll prepare what I'm going to bring, Lord Emissary, please wait." ”

Located in the heart of the city-state of Coventry, the Lord's Mansion is a rigid castle-like building, with a four-metre-high courtyard wall, a high suspension bridge and a trench several metres deep forming the outermost line of defence, and a panoramic atrium with corner towers on both sides deliberately shaped like watchtowers, and rows of black hole firing ports surrounding the atrium, combined with the battlements in the courtyard wall and the narrow high windows of the main building, turning it into a veritable death trap.

Even with a whole team of heavily armed molten warriors, it would be difficult to take this place quickly. Avery looked around and imagined that the attackers would have to rush into the main building with buckshots, rocks, and fireballs flying in all directions, and that they would have to engage with the Thornflower family's personal guards, a scene that could definitely be described as a massacre.

To Avery Avery's surprise, there was still a group of people lined up in the atrium to greet him, of course, Baron Edelman Brippes did not appear in the welcoming procession, and the leader was a well-dressed middle-aged man with the pride and polite smile characteristic of a noble butler on his face.

"Dallas housekeeper. "This is the Iron Master, the last Apothecary Master of the Coventry Apothecary. ”

"Welcome, Iron Master. The middle-aged butler was not surprised by this obviously pseudonymous title, and bowed politely, "Please come with me, Lord Edelman and Lady Veronica." ”

Avery followed the middle-aged butler's footsteps, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Butler of Dallas, I take the liberty of asking about Lady Veronica's condition...... How's it going?"

The middle-aged housekeeper shook his head slowly with a serious face, "Madame's situation is very bad, or to put it more bluntly, the situation is terrible." But I don't know how to use medicine, so it's better for you to judge the specific situation with your own eyes. ”

He led Avery through the main building, through a wide corridor, and stopped in front of a very elaborate garden, "Mentor Sinhari," greeted the butler to an old man who was pacing back and forth in the garden, "how is Madame...... Has something changed?"

"Nothing has changed, high fever, swollen wounds, foul-smelling pus, coma......" Sinhari's tone was like rancid barbecue sprinkled with spicy spices, and people didn't want to understand. "Guild Leader, Chief Mentor, Ha, a pair of waste, two cowards! disagree with my treatment plan, but what can they do? Delay the time with potions, let the lady continue to suffer, and eventually die of a worsening wound or persistent high fever?"

Avery frowned, he didn't have much of a relationship with either of the Instructors of the Apothecary's Guild, but based on the position of the new members, he had to open his mouth to refute it. "Your plan must be full of adventure and excitement, using Lady Veronica's body as a stage for showmanship. It was the first time the young pharmacist had spoken in a mocking tone, so nervous that he almost stuttered.

Mentor Sinhari rolled his eyes and immediately shouted angrily, "What a arrogant little ghost!" His voice was high and high, like an old cat with its tail stepped on, "You dare to evaluate my treatment plan, you don't know ...... at all"

But Avery didn't give him the chance, and quickly interrupted Sinhari's scream, "I guess, with your barren imagination and half-understood treatment, the so-called treatment is either bloodletting or amputation, or more risky, total body exchange transfusion?"

Mentor Sinhari was like a chicken that had been stepped on by the neck this time, leaned back, and then his face turned bloody, "Bloodletting is the most effective auxiliary means in the treatment of poisoning, as for amputation, the wound is festering to the extent that it cannot be treated with medicine, isn't it the only way to do this, there is a glimmer of hope?"

"I guessed ......," Avery sighed and shook his head, with a young and childish face, which was particularly sarcastic. "Mentor Basten and President Helderland understand that delaying the deterioration of the injury is the best course of action until it is finally determined that the injured person is hopeless. As for you...... Mentor Sinhari, there is really no need for anyone else to continue treating the patients you have treated. ”

Sinhari's face turned from red to purple, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, making people worry about whether the old man's blood vessels could withstand the test. "You little imp is talking nonsense!" he almost jumped up and roared, "You dare to slander me, the personal pharmacist of the Thornflower family, Master Sinhari!, Steward of Dallas, what are you waiting for, you still don't want someone to blast this little devil out......"

"What are you arguing about?" a voice resounded barely suppressed with anger and hatred, reminiscent of the roaring earth and the magma surging beneath the earth's crust, as a thin-cheeked, medium-sized man walked in through the side door of the garden, his eyes containing a terrible rage, and a scar on his cheek that pierced the bridge of his nose. The blood-red scar was very noticeable, terminating on the right side of his cheek, and half of his right ear was cut off.

"Veronica needs to be quiet!Dallas, send someone to get the idol of the Lord of the Stars, Veronica has to pray! Also, ask the Iron Master if he has arrived, and if so, invite him to come here immediately!"