As for the origin of this batch of alchemy potions, Uniken Skylark had many speculations, most of which were very unreliable. www.biquge.info From a plump and charming, charming red-lipped beauty, to a withered, skinny old man in black, or a fellow elf who rarely steps out of the secret forest of fairyland, he thinks it is possible.

However, the only thing he didn't expect was that in the only lighted hut, Uniken saw a busy teenager.

Similar to the youthful and childish appearance of the half-elves, the teenager was no older than sixteen at most, and the movements of mixing potions were somewhat rusty and mechanical, similar to those of young apprentices who had just left the academy.

The only difference was that the young apprentices were only able to concoct a bottle of low-grade potions, and often failed, and almost all of the finished products concocted by the young man were dark blue and lilac mist, and the faint fluctuations of alchemy were eye-catching, and it was obvious that each bottle was not inferior to the high level, and the quality was excellent.

Uniken had witnessed a mentor-level pharmacist dispensing potions, and the action was smooth and pleasing to the eye, but the results were not much different from the teenager. It's just that the tutor-level pharmacist can already concoct his own original potion, and this young man is obviously slightly inferior in terms of experience accumulation.

The middle-aged man paused at the door, but did not wait any longer, did not knock, and led Uniticon into the room. This person must be trusted, and of course, any mentor deserves to be trusted and respected, but young people - especially young people of extraordinary ability - are rarely able to do that.

They always think too highly of themselves, contemptuously reject the guidance of their elders, and do not know to repent until they hit a bloody head on the road of their own obstinence, and even never have the opportunity to repent. Thinking sourly, Unican followed the middle-aged man into the room and to the side of the test bench.

"Mr. Avery. The middle-aged man said in a flat tone, "This is the person you told me to bring here, a thief who is trying to spy on this place and steal secrets." ”

The young man put down a potion he was making, and left the boiling beaker on top of the alcohol blowtorch, but added a cover. This is rare, and usually the alchemists value their experiments more than anything else, and even if they are summoned by an emissary sent by the lord, they will most likely be turned away.

It is a necessary means of establishing prestige, and all alchemists are familiar with it.

The young man did not seem to think so, and he wiped his hands with a linen handkerchief, and then came to the vigilant Uniken Skylark, and looked him up and down with interest.

"Half-elves?" said the young man in a lingua franca with a slight accent, "I'm not mistaken, Coventry and the Wonderlands are so far away, how did the half-elves end up here?"

Uniken pondered for a while, and finally found the origin of the young man's accent, "Coventry and Minnesota are not close either, young master, how did you get here?"

His rhetorical question was a bit rude, especially for his current status between captive and spy. But the young man, as Uniken had guessed, did not feel offended, but smiled heartily.

"Well, forgive my presumptuousness, in Coventry, it is really an offensive thing to ask for a source. The young man spread his hands and made a "sorry" gesture, in the style of a mercenary and an adventurer, but in Eunicon's opinion, it was still a little stiff.

"This is a young man who has not been deeply involved in the world, has a high level of alchemy, and has mastered many original techniques, but he does not know much about human feelings. Uniken nodded perfunctorily in apology, while silently turning his thoughts in his heart.

"In this way, the middle-aged man is likely to be his personal bodyguard...... Hey, it's not just about money to hire a mentor-level molten gold warrior as a personal guard. I really shouldn't have accepted this damn mission. ”

Generally speaking, the Molten Gold Warrior is the least valuable of all the alchemists who have reached the level of Mentor. Of course, this is only relatively speaking, if a mentor-level molten gold warrior is willing to join the regular army of the empire, he can at least get the position of commander or above, and if he is willing to swear allegiance to a local lord, it is also very common to divide a manor and a large farm.

Of course, there are alternative mentors who advocate freedom, but they are pitifully few in number, and almost all of them are concentrated in the leadership of large mercenary groups. If a mentor-level molten gold warrior wants to exert his full strength, of course, he must use a mentor-level alchemy potion, which is expensive and extremely difficult to obtain in the ordinary market, and the reward for ordinary tasks cannot even afford a bottle of potion.

The Night Falcon Squad is a very old mercenary team, but it has always taken the elite route, and with a few women who are specifically responsible for logistics, there are no more than twenty members. Such a small team certainly couldn't support the needs of the Mentor Molten Warriors, so much so that several members of the team had to leave the Night Falcon for a larger team of mercenaries after being promoted to the Mentor level.

This is something that Uniken Skylark has been thinking about for a long time. He was well aware of the enormous amount of wealth required to support a mentor-level molten warrior, which was beyond the reach of ordinary nobles. Thinking of this, Uniken's evaluation of young people can't help but improve a little more.

As Unican secretly turned his thoughts, the young man was also observing him, and exchanged glances with the middle-aged man standing aside a few times. After a brief pause, the young man spoke again, "Introduce myself, I'm Merlin Avery, an alchemist who knows a little about alchemy, but unfortunately I haven't earned any class badges yet. ”

"Vice-Captain of the Night Falcon Team, Uniken Skylark is here to help. The half-elf bowed down in a humble manner, "I beg your pardon, Master Avery, it was my misjudgment to take on a mission that offended you. With your permission, I'm going to turn it down. ”

Avery waved his hand, the smile on his face brought a bit of meaning, "There's no need to do this, Vice Captain Uniken, that batch of alchemy potions was a signal that I deliberately released, and now that I get a response, I won't be offended, I will only be happy." ”

Unity's eyes moved, he looked young and childish, but he was actually a veteran mercenary who had experienced decades of adventure, "Master Avery, you mean, you are willing to reveal information related to that batch of alchemy potions?"

"More than you might think, Vice-Captain Uniken. Avery smiled, returned to the bench, quickly turned off the alcohol blowtorch, and removed the beaker from the hood. A lilac mist lingered from the beaker, indicating that the hand-made potion had not only been successful, but had reached the highest quality.

"I want to join the Chamber of Commerce under the name of the Pharmacists Guild as an anonymous identity, this is my only condition. ”