Han Ning paced with his hands in his hands and slowly spoke.

"The purpose of analyzing the ingredients of medicinal liquor is nothing more than imitation, seizing the market at a lower cost, squeezing competitors, and monopolizing this business."

"That's right! That's how we've always done it. Papu said.

"But not this time."

Han Ning sighed.

"The recipe of this medicinal wine is not complicated, and there are no particularly expensive or rare medicinal materials, the difficulty lies in the preparation method."

"I tried to imitate it, but it was too difficult and the yield rate was too low!"

"All the technical difficulties have to be converted into costs in the end."

"Imitation of this medicinal wine, in the end, the price is at least twice as high as that of Pan's Distillery!"

"This unprofitable business is not worth the trouble."

Papu scratched his head and asked in a low voice: "Since this is the case, why is the wine shop of the Pan Sen Martial Arts Pavilion sold so cheaply, isn't it really a loss to make money?" ”

"Maybe they've mastered a better craft of mixology." Han Ning guessed.

"I'm going to catch that little ghost who was watching the door of the wine shop, torture him, and maybe dig out the secret recipe from his mouth!"

Pap's face was hideous.

Han Ning glared at him, his eyes cold.

"Are you in the water in your brain?"

"Such a precious craft, if it were you, would you tell a little kid watching the door?"

"Except for Pan Sen and his precious daughter, no one else in the martial arts hall can know this secret."

"Pan Sen Martial Arts, it's not like we can't afford to offend."

"However, it's not worth it just for a medicinal wine recipe! Got it? ”

"Teacher, I see." Papu hung her head in frustration.

Despite the reluctance.

However, he had to admit that what the teacher said was reasonable.

There are profitable transactions in the world, and it is not worth gnawing on the hard bone of Pan's Distillery.

……

After the turmoil at the brewery subsided, a rumor appeared in the academy.

It is said that the secret recipe of Pan's medicinal wine is in the hands of Pan Sen and his daughter, and he will give Tanya as a dowry in the future.

In other words, except for Tanya's future husband.

In this world, there is no third person who knows the secret recipe.

"Alan! Why are you spreading such rumors? ”

Tanya angrily went to the door to ask the teacher.

"Because I'm afraid of being kidnapped, tortured, and forced to ask for secret recipes."

Alan was as honest as ever.

"If I am half as powerful as my senior sister, I don't have to be afraid."

"Hmm...... If you think about it, there is no way to do it. ”

Tanya scratched her head and easily forgave the little junior brother who pushed herself out as a shield.

"Still, there's one thing I still can't figure out!"

"My friends in the Department of Nature all say that if we prepare our medicinal wine according to the normal process, unless the price doubles, it will definitely lose money!"

Tanya's black and white eyes widened, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Little junior brother, how do you sell wine at a low price and still make money?"

Alan spread his hands out, his face full of helplessness.

"Senior sister, you may not believe it when you say it, I just use ordinary operation methods."

"As for why it's so hard for others to concoct that flavor, only I can be 100% successful?"

"Perhaps, that's talent."

……

In fact, Han Ning has already analyzed the formula of the medicinal wine.

Only the last key ingredient is missing.

Alan spat in the potion.

That's his secret ingredient.

A secret ingredient that can't be imitated.

……

The Legacy Island, where the Warlock Academy is located, is located in the southern sea, and has a mild climate all year round, and it does not snow or freeze in winter.

This made Allen, who came from Quint Island, where the four seasons are distinct, quite uncomfortable.

Before you know it's coming, it's gone.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the end of the spring.

Unconsciously, Alan has been coming to the Warlock Academy for more than half a year.

Under the careful guidance of mentor Pan Sen and senior sister Tanya.

After more than half a year of hard practice, he finally touched the threshold of being promoted to a first-order warlock!

Meditation on the world.

It's another snowstorm winter.

Another bloody and brutal war.

The fighting has been burning for more than two months.

Finally, it was time to decide the winner.

Frost falls on the hills, the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Augustine of the Iron Stomach Clan.

The poisonous demon Allen of the Snow Mountain Clan.

The chieftain of the two ogre tribes, king against king.

Fighting to the death!

The first stage of the showdown.

Allen and Augustine, no win.

It has now entered the second phase.

Augustine, burst out with true power!

Powered by the noble bloodline of dragons!

"Great Ancestral Spirit!"

"Immortal Dragon!"

"Give me the strength to defeat a powerful enemy!"

Augustine, the half-green dragon ogre, stands on the top of a snowy mountain.

Raise your arms and pray to the heavens!

His prayers reverberated in the depths of his veins.

Got a response from the Green Dragon Ancestral Spirit!

Crackling!!

Augustine, full of skeletal muscles, makes a crunch sound like fried beans.

The original three-meter-tall figure suddenly became huge!

He is more than six meters tall, and his weight has increased to eight times, which is four tons!

The rapidly expanding flesh violently broke through the animal skin clothes and pants in a very unreasonable manner.

Bare large chunks of granite-like muscles!

The surface of the muscles is covered with large shards of turquoise dragon scales!

More terrifying is yet to come.

Behind Augustine's shoulder blades, two balls of flesh swelled.

Just under Allen's surprised gaze.

With a pop, the two balls of flesh split at the same time.

A pair of dragon wings covered with green scales stretched out from it!

This is Augustine's hole card - atavistic transformation!

Now he doesn't have many ogre characteristics.

It looks more like a green dragon standing up.

Heavy body, crushing the fragile ice.

The thick lower limbs and dragon tail slowly sink in the snow and ice.

However, when he spreads his wide wings.

It becomes like a light bird, riding the wind into the air.

Augustine spreads his wings and soars, overlooking his tiny opponents.

Like a poet, sigh abruptly.

"Ah, that's ...... fate"

"So beautiful, yet so cruel."

"I thought that I would finally meet an opponent of equal strength."

"I can finally have a good fight."

"However, when I really made a difference, I was disappointed to find that the opponent was so vulnerable."

"Who do you think I am, blue boy?"

"I am the son of Crohill, the prince of the mountains!"

"What kind of thing is a blue-skinned cub?!"

"Tell me, who is your father and who is your mother?"

"Do you have noble blood?"

"Do you have a glorious ancestral spirit?"

"You don't have anything!"

"Where did you get the capital to argue with me?"

"Huh? Compared to me, are you worthy?! ”

"Even compared to a normal ogre, you're a disgusting-complexioned deformity! An inferior goods! ”

"In my eyes, you're a piece of garbage!!"

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