Before Moutai crawled out of the alchemy cauldron, Ringer hurriedly took out a black suit and threw it over.

"Put it on." The tone of the command. If he moves more slowly, the fat Uncle Moutai will pounce on him.

This suit was a spare piece of clothing that he stored in the space ring, and he thought that he could occasionally wear it in the store for business, but he never expected to use it in such a place.

While Moutai struggled to put the suit on himself, Ringer was reviewing every detail of the refining process in his heart, wondering what went wrong.

Liel stood behind him with her eyes still closed.

"Mr. Ringer, alright, alright?" Ringer glanced at Moutai, who had already put the suit on his body.

The white shirt inside was almost bursting, especially the abdomen, and the buttons were not buttoned, it should be said that it couldn't be buttoned, and a piece of white fat was exposed between the seams.

"Master, it's so tight." Uncle Moutai pouted his fat and sexy lips, put his hands on his protruding belly, and said coquettishly dissatisfied.

Ringer's brow twitched, he twisted his face to the side, and said to Lil, "You can open your eyes." Lil opened her eyes and saw Maotai on the edge of the alchemy cauldron, blinked, and blushed.

"Mr. Ringer, who is this?" Ringer was about to open his mouth to explain, when he suddenly heard a faint noise from upstairs.

He listened carefully, it was the voice of a strange man. Lil also heard the voice, and her brow furrowed.

"The fat pig has come to find fault again. Mr. Ringer, you wait here while I go up and have a look. With that, he walked up the stairs, his back a little runaway.

Now only Ringer and his fresh creation, Uncle Moutai, were left in the alchemy room. Ringer decided to go along and take a look, he couldn't stand the way Moutai looked at him.

He had just taken two steps, and when he turned around, he found that Moutai had also followed.

"You wait here." It's still a cold, commanding tone.

"Master......" Maotai looked at him aggrievedly, not knowing what he had done wrong, why the master didn't seem to like his appearance very much.

Staring at him like this, Ringer's expression became more complicated, and he sighed and left the basement. Coming up from the top of the stairs, a noisy voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Less nonsense, within three days, be ready to review the materials, otherwise you will wait to close." It was a stocky man in a gray uniform, with a shiny forehead and small, cunning eyes, whose mouse-like eyes glanced at the youthful Lil from time to time.

Uncle Belus had already stepped out from behind the counter, his tall figure was twice as tall as the man in front of him, but he was hunched down in front of the man in front of him.

Although the person in front of him has an obscene appearance, behind him is Thira's private workshop authority, which is really unprovoked.

"But Mr. Baronye, we just submitted a ...... last month."

"That was last month, and this month there are new rules."

"That's what you said last month......"

"Huh? Is it? The bald man, known as Balonye, narrowed his eyes,

"So what, what, do you want to refuse to cooperate with my work?"

"This ......" The tall Lil, who was also a head taller than the man, was beside her father, her eyes full of anger.

Judging from what she said just now, it was not the first time that the other party had come to find trouble. The man in the official uniform, with squinting eyes, deliberately finding fault, the beautiful daughter of the shopkeeper.

Ringer's gaze swept over the situation, almost understanding the situation. That man was supposed to be a member of Thira's governing body, and wanted to rely on his position to coerce this alchemy shop with no background to curry favor with him, either for money or sex.

Judging from the fact that his lewd gaze swept over Liel from time to time, it was more likely that it was lustful. Ringer frowned.

Such a scumbag is very annoying no matter what world it is. At this time, the bald man named Baronye also saw Ringer coming up from the basement, and his rat eyes narrowed again.

"Hey, boy over there, are you a guest here?" Ringer grimaced and did not answer.

"This is the little girl's senior." Uncle Belus opened his mouth to break the dull air.

"Oh, from the Alchemy Academy?" A hint of wariness flashed in Balonye's eyes, and he looked at Ringer carefully. This kid's temperament is not like that of a poor person in the lower half of the city, if a rich young master of any family is eyeing Lier, things will not be easy.

This girl, hooking up with a man at school so soon, damn it, she really should have done it sooner. Remorseful that his previous methods were too gentle, he asked, "What's your name?" The tone was a little more polite than before.

Balonye remembered the surnames of the noble families in the city, and knowing the names of the other people, he decided on his next move.

Ringer finally spoke: "Ringer, just an ordinary student. At the same time, the corners of his mouth raised a playful smile.

Ringer? Quirky name. Oh, it turned out to be a nobody. Bah. Baronye spat on the spot.

He looks down on the handsome but incapable little white face the most.

"Boy, there's nothing for you here, don't come to disturb Lao Tzu's office." Ringer was about to activate the power of the Psychic Pattern to twist the fat rat's filthy mind when there was a thumping sound on the stairs behind him.

Looking back, it was Moutai who ran up without permission. Among the 36 materials used to shape Moutai, Ringer's blood was included, so he and Ringer had a heart-to-heart connection, and in the basement he sensed Ringer's deep dislike for Baronye.

Moutai, who was wearing a tight suit that did not fit, walked up to Baronye with his head held high, and the navel that emerged from the gap in his shirt was like a deep eye, staring at Balonye without blinking.

The two small eyes on Moutai's face narrowed and looked at the man in front of him with a kind of overhead gaze, just like the boss looking at the employees and the leader looking at the subordinates, full of confidence.

"What's your name?" Maotai spoke, and his voice was completely different from when he called Ringer's master in the basement just now, full of the majesty of the superior.

Balonye's ass clenched involuntarily, and the fat man who suddenly appeared in front of him reminded him of the chief of the Domna section that he was most afraid of.

"Ba, Balonye." He lowered his head, nervously reported his name, and suddenly became the one being interrogated.

This scene aroused Ringer's interest, and the burning magic pattern in his lower abdomen quickly cooled. He wanted to see what Moutai was capable of.

Just as Shirley has the ability to transform liquids into fine wine, Moutai also has its special abilities, which he hasn't had time to confirm yet.

Because there was an unexpected change in the refining results, he was not sure if Moutai's ability had changed.

He was originally designed to have a super affinity, which can also be said to be charming, the kind that will take the initiative to discount when going out to buy things, but now this ability seems to be different from the preset.

Just like his appearance.