Mentor Sinhari is gone, and it has not had any adverse effect on Lady Veronica's injuries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For shortly after he hurried out of the courtyard, the mysterious Iron Master, accompanied by a young servant, walked briskly into the courtyard. The somewhat overly young pharmacist's face was slightly pale, but the feeling of excitement between his eyebrows could not be pretended.

"How's going on, Master Iron?" said President Halderland, who greeted them all in a low voice, "Has the Lord behind you agreed to personally diagnose Lady Veronica?"

"There's no need to bother with that Excellency, with this, Lady Veronica should be fine. Merlin Avery replied lightly as he took out the tenfold concentrated antidote from his satchel. "Lord, please take a look at this. ”

President Helderland subconsciously stretched out his hands to take the potion and take a closer look, then paused awkwardly. This is the masterpiece of a grandmaster-level pharmacist, and it is formulated for the legendary toxin of Alchemy's Death, which can be imagined to be extremely precious, even if he is the president of the Coventry branch of the Apothecary's Guild, his status is far from enough to compare with a grandmaster.

Avery didn't seem to notice President Herdland's embarrassment, and casually handed the concentrating potion to the latter, reminding him in a relaxed tone, "This thing is not of ordinary value, and it is a lifesaver for Lady Veronica." Grown, look at it, but it's best not to uncork the bottle. ”

"Who would uncork the bottle rashly! This is a grandmaster-level alchemy potion!" President Hellland was both grateful and ashamed, and involuntarily raised his voice, retorting loudly to hide his agitation. The concentrated potion was only a small bottle, but he felt that his hands were a little difficult to bear, and his entire arm trembled slightly.

When he was in the Imperial Capital of the Apothecary Guild, President Helderland had the privilege of witnessing several grandmaster-level apothecaries demonstrating how to concoct potions, which was a gorgeous display of alchemic techniques, and the finished products were three grandmaster-level alchemy potions of different qualities. One Grandmaster demonstrated the technique of batch concoction, and the other two demonstrated the techniques of potion fusion and potion purification, respectively, but perhaps because of the display of skills, none of the final bottles reached the highest level of purple mist.

As for the finished samples of grandmaster-grade potions, President Helderland had seen even more. In order to attack the Grandmaster Heavenly Trench, he once teamed up with three mentor-level pharmacists in Coventry and spent a lot of money to buy a top-secret book on the recipe of the grandmaster-level potion from the Imperial Capital Association.

It was a precious book of hundreds of pages thick and full of illustrations, and in the more than twenty years that he had been shackled by the Grandmaster, President Heldland did not even know how many times he had read it from beginning to end, and had even been so deeply imprinted in his mind that he could recall even a single pattern or a line of marginal notes at any time.

Now, however, the bottle of potion that held in President Haldland's hand was unlike any of the grandmaster-grade potions he had ever seen, and there was no matching feature even in the top-secret texts that only existed in the description of the lost formula.

The concentrated potion is contained in an extremely delicate special potion bottle, which is different from the ordinary crystal potion bottle, and the surface of the special medicine bottle is engraved with countless tiny runes, which can effectively suppress the highly volatile concentrated medicine and prevent the medicinal properties from escaping. President Helderland had never seen such a flask before, and even the alchemical fluctuations emanating from the potion were completely obscured, so that he could not observe anything.

Fortunately, the distance from the courtyard to the gazebo wrapped in layers of curtains was very close, and the two of them walked briskly, and soon came to Baron Edelman. Baron Edelman's face was a little haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and his once well-groomed beard slightly disheveled.

At the sight of Avery, Baron Edelman's eyes flashed with a bright light of hope. "Iron Master, have you found a cure for Veronica?"

"Of course, Lord Baron, I would not have dared to return here and accept your stormy wrath. Avery replied with a smile on his confident face, "Anyway, the Alchemy Death still belongs to the category of toxins. This flask is capable of curing all known toxins, and I believe it will also be able to work on the Alchemy Scourge. ”

With a slight reluctance, President Halderland placed the concentrated potion on the table, took a half step back, and stared at the delicate and ornate special potion bottle with a blazing eye. "I've never seen such a special potion bottle, it doesn't leak the slightest breath, it's a high-grade alchemy item. Master Tie, are these potion bottles and this grandmaster-level antidote from that Excellency?"

"You may say so, Lord, but I probably can't tell you any more. Avery gave some vague words, then picked up the concentrated potion and went to Lady Veronica's side, leaning over to observe her.

Lady Veronica's coma was menacing this time, and it seemed worse than in the evening. Her lips were iron-blue, her breath smelled of sweet blood, the wound was festering and swollen to the point of extreme swelling, and several maids carefully wiped the pus from the wound with cotton handkerchiefs, and threw a large pile of filthy cloth soaked with pus at her feet.

"It's fine, if I come back a little later, it will be a problem. Avery declared in a tone of satisfaction and confidence, as if he had dealt with many patients of such severe condition, "Your Excellency, did your personal physician leave a funnel for the medication? ”

Baron Edelman gave Lady Veronica a deep look, then turned away, "Dallas." He called the butler's name, "Go and tell Mr. Sinhari that he has been fired." He was not welcomed in Coventry, telling him to pack his bags and leave the city before sunset. ”

The middle-aged butler was stunned for a moment, and then nodded heavily, "I'll do it, Lord City, as for the funnel of the medicine......"

"With me here, Veronica doesn't need a funnel. ”

Baron Edelman replied in a calm tone, then reached out to Avery, "Master Iron, is there anything I should pay attention to when taking this potion?"

"You're going to ...... for Lady Veronica," Avery hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly, "Madame will be fine, Lord Baron, this potion is no different from other antidotes, but the effect is strong enough." ”

Seeing that the last opportunity to do something had disappeared, the Dallas butler did not show the slightest frustration on his face, saluted gracefully, and then left the courtyard. He was going to find Mentor Sinhari right away, not to carry out Baron Edelman's orders, but to eliminate the only flaw before it was revealed.

The gods still seem to be looking after the owner of Coventry, and after taking the concentrated potion, Lady Veronica's injuries have improved significantly. More and more pus and putrid blood flowed from her wounds, the color turned from purple black to turquoise, then bright red, the swelling was fading, the sweet smell was fading, and the iron-blue skin was pale again.

Things were getting better and better, and after ten minutes, Lady Veronica's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she groaned, and she awoke from a deep and almost silent coma.

There were cheers, and all the maids present hugged each other excitedly and kissed each other. This time, Baron Edelman did not scold, but hugged Mrs. Veronica's uninjured arm, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

President Hauldland's solemn face was thawing, and there was a look of relief and joy, but this mildness was fleeting. The old pharmacist, who was nearly sixty years old, looked around for a moment, and found that everyone was immersed in joy and excitement, so he quietly took two steps forward.

This was what President Herderland had already decided, and with the swiftness of an old man who could not be seen at all, he stooped down, picked up the flask from the baron's feet, and stuffed it into his satchel with great plenty.

For a veteran mentor like President Herderland, who has been pausing for decades, there is nothing more attractive than a grandmaster-level alchemy potion. Even if it was just a few drops of Yuli, it might trigger some kind of opportunity for him to successfully break through the shackles of the Grandmaster's Heavenly Trench. 、

Avery saw all of this, and the young apothecary's brow twitched, not quite understanding what President Herderland was doing, but it didn't prevent him from using some means to bring them closer.

"Lord, you might be able to point out my work. Avery smiled and walked over, pulling a bottle of potion from his satchel. It was an ordinary crystal potion bottle, and its medicinal properties were so powerful that it was almost completely shrouded in a dark purple mist.

"This potion was prepared by me according to the recipe of the bottle of potion just now, and it is obvious that it has only reached the lower grade of the mentor level at most, and it is also due to the high quality...... You're a very capable senior, can you help me figure out how to concoct it?"

Avery explained that President Heldland could hardly contain the joy in his heart, and the so-called guidance was of course only a pretext. He was grateful for Avery's help, and even more so for the young man's ingenious attitude. After taking the potion and placing it in his satchel, President Helderland patted Avery on the shoulder.

"I understand, Iron Master. The old apothecary spoke solemnly, as if he had sworn before the gods, "I won't say much thanks. If one day, I can successfully break through the bottleneck, then whatever you need, I will do my best to help. ”