The night was dark, and everything was silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the hustle and bustle of the day, Coventry City is exceptionally quiet and peaceful at night. Due to the frequent curfews, there are no overnight bars and shops in Coventry City, and all Coventry people from aristocrats, mercenaries, beggars and residents have adapted to sleeping at night. As the Silver Moon and the Blue Moon cruised the sky side by side, the entire city-state fell silent and fell asleep to the sound of the wind howling in the distant desert.

The Apothecary's Guild in the aristocratic district of Coventry's inner city was similarly immersed in darkness and tranquility, except for the glimmer of alchemical runes on the tower's body, only a window on the top floor was still lit.

President Helderland doesn't remember the last time he stayed up all night. Perhaps at that time, he was still studying in the Imperial Capital Association, his chest was full of ambition, and he regarded the assessment of the mere tutor as a threshold to ascend to the glorious palace, casually rejecting the ancient and modern sages, and toasting at the banquet where his colleagues gathered, always keeping his eyes fixed on the elder seat at the top.

It's really a ridiculous time of youth and vigor, and I can't help but feel the ups and downs when I recall it, and the tip of my tongue seems to be able to taste the sweet and bitter taste. President Hellland allowed his mood to soak in the feeling of memories while performing the alchemy experiment with precision. An open bottle sat at the other end of the workbench, a thick dark purple mist lingering around the mouth, and less than half of the concentrated potion was left.

"This potion is not an ingenious idea, it borrows a little potion fusion technique, and the steps seem very simple and crude, not like it came from the hands of an academic alchemist. After President Herderland finished concocting the third set of potions, he stopped and sighed a little wistfully.

"But how many people can think of it, even those great masters who are high up in the sky...... When theories gradually become shackles, shouldn't we be brave enough to break them down? When did I give up the truth that I once held as my creed?"

With a piercing explosion, the crystal evaporation dish could not withstand the huge pressure, and shattered as if it had been violently struck by a hammer, and the scorching liquid vapor immediately gushed out. Without thinking, President Heldland raised his right hand, palm facing outward, and unusually skillfully unleashed his repulsive shield.

Generally speaking, the Apothecary is able to use most of the Molten Alchemic skills, but only the ability to use them, and both the speed and strength of the Molten Warriors are much worse than those of the same level, and they are basically not practical in battle.

There is only one skill proficiency level that is almost the same, and that is the Repulsion Shield for protection. A pharmacist who does not blow up a batch of workbenches is not a qualified pharmacist. This phrase has been circulating in the major academies for a long time and is regarded as the second truth of alchemy.

Not only did the Repulsion Shield block the debris and waste from flying away, but it also pushed the remains of the crystal evaporator away and landed on the other end of the workbench with a thud. There was already a pile of knee-thick wreckage of alchemical equipment, everything from an indiscernible crystal evaporation dish to a brass pressure pot deflated into a cake.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and President Hellland turned to see a rickety figure with a wooden staff appear outside the laboratory door. Chief Mentor Deben Basten had a tired and surprised look on his face, his eyes fixed on the messy workbench.

"There was such a loud explosion, and it went off several times, I thought it was some new apprentice who had sneaked into the lab. The chief tutor raised his gray eyebrows, and a disapproving smile appeared on his face, "What's the matter, Lord Grown, suddenly recalling the years of youth and frivolity, and planning to relive the feat of staying awake all night and blowing up the entire laboratory of the Imperial Capital Association?"

President Heldland's expression was a little apprehensive, and he muttered in response to the question, "Basten, how long have the two of us been trapped in the bottleneck of the Grandmaster Trench?"

The Chief Mentor frowned, a little uncomfortable with President Herderland's changes, "You've had about twenty years, me...... It's been almost forty years. He said as he stepped forward and glanced at the only intact instrument on the workbench—an open vial containing a concentrated antidote.

"Hmm, this bottle of potion is a bit strange, it seems to emit the smell of a high-level antidote, but the strength of the alchemy fluctuations has reached the level of a mentor. Is this a new recipe that has been released by the Imperial Capital Association recently?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that this was the perfect opportunity for us to break through the bottleneck?" President Herderland, still not answering directly, but rhetorically, "Deben Basten, is there still a passion in your chest for the greatest secret of alchemy?"

The Chief Mentor glanced at the Elder suspiciously, then returned his gaze to the open bottle, "I don't understand what you're crazy about, Heldland, we've worked together for over twenty years, and I really don't want to see you have to step down as branch president because you're crazy." ”

"It's not crazy, Basten, my mind is much clearer now than every day for the past twenty years. President Helderland took the bottle and handed it to the Chief Mentor, "This potion comes from a new friend we just met, you used to speculate that he was too young to have the strength of a mentor, but now ...... After seeing this, can you still stand up for your opinion?"

Deben Basten has a straightforward personality and is harsh, but his eyes are definitely in line with Coventry's status as the chief tutor, just a cursory observation of the color of the potion, and then take a drop of the potion and taste it carefully, his face immediately became serious.

"Mentor-level antidote...... A recipe I've never seen before, the gods are above, this is the Iron Master's own hand-concoction?

President Halderland shook his head, "I haven't seen Master Iron make potions by hand, otherwise, I wouldn't have tossed around for half a night and destroyed four sets of alchemy tools." But then again, if I had witnessed the process of potion concoction from beginning to end, I would have gained much less awareness, not to mention the possibility of breaking through the bottleneck. ”

The chief tutor was pressing the open bottle close to the end of his nose for a moment, and looked at it in amazement, "Break through the bottleneck? Heldland, how is this possible? It's just a bottle of mentor-level potion, and in the more than twenty years since you were promoted to a mentor, you can't count the number of works that exceed this bottle of potion!"

"A new horizon brings a new pattern, and I feel that my horizons have been completely opened. President Helderland smiled proudly, as if that serious face as a stone statue suddenly had a vivid and vivid light, "You were right in your initial judgment, this is the recipe of a high-grade alchemy potion, and then using a technique similar to the fusion of potions, at least five parts of the potion were condensed into one portion, achieving an effect that exceeded the original limit of the potion. ”

"I've never heard of this kind of practice...... Chief Mentor shook his head in disapproval, "Elixir fusion is one of the highest techniques that can only be mastered by a grandmaster-level pharmacist, and using this technique to concoct a mentor-level potion? ”

"Similar, just a similar technique, much less difficult than a real potion fusion. Of course, it's not easy to reproduce. President Helderland explained, clapping his hands, and a robot doll's assistant brought him a few alchemy utensils, filling the workbench again.

"Fortunately, I've got some vague directions, and maybe this night, I'll be able to reproduce Master Iron's concoction. ”

"What's the use of that?" Deben Basten pouted, "A concentrated high-level antidote is equivalent to a mediocre mentor-grade antidote, except that cheaper materials are used instead of more expensive ones......"

"What if it's a master-grade alchemy potion concentrated?" interrupted President Helderland, with some offense, "what will the finished product be?"

"It can't be a grandmaster-level alchemy potion, right?" Deben Basten laughed in a hoarse voice, "If you can concoct a grandmaster-level alchemy potion so easily, it will become a joke to block our Grandmaster Heavenly Trench for decades!"

"Maybe all these years of struggle, resentment and despair are just a joke. "The loosening of the bottleneck is not an illusion, I have a hunch that when I can truly reproduce the Iron Master's concoction process and concoct a concentrated potion, it will be my opportunity to break through the bottleneck and cross the Grandmaster's moat." Your Excellency Chief Instructor, please wait and see. ”