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The night faded into the passage of time, and the three bright moons sank to the west.

It's a new day.

Under the morning light, Arya was in a nervous mood and slowly opened the door of the alchemy exchange.

The alchemy puppet had been removed from her position as a guest by the dwarf Loras due to her lack of dexterity, and she had been assigned the role of a disciple of the alchemy master.

When she first took on this position, Arya was very happy, because it would not only increase her alchemy knowledge, but also get the satisfaction of vanity from the eyes of countless students and teachers.

A beautiful woman deserves to be appreciated and pursued by the opposite sex, shouldn't she?

This kind of life is so wonderful that she is almost obsessed.

However, since Vincent took more than two hundred alchemy materials from her, everything has changed.

When the other party returned with two hundred alchemy potions, and asked for another three hundred alchemy materials in front of her, she seemed to sink into the deepest nightmare, unable to extricate herself.

How could there be an alchemist refining alchemy potion with a success rate as high as this kind of Cheng dù that people look up to?

Two hundred and twenty-seven materials, in exchange for two hundred and ten bottles of potion, this kind of refining power of more than ninety percent, even if she spent so much energy, it was impossible to reach a number!

With her alchemy attainments, she is currently only a first-level alchemist, and the potions she can make every day are about one or two bottles, and this efficiency is completely different from Vincent's!

And when Vincent took another three hundred alchemy materials from her yesterday, Arya was faintly expectant and a little panicked.

How many alchemy potions will that black-eyed person bring today?

Two hundred and fifty copies, two hundred and seventy copies?

She guessed the number of alchemy potions, and it was difficult to determine.

While her thoughts were entangled, Arya looked out the door and saw a figure slowly coming.

"Here he comes. ”

Arya muttered to herself. I felt my heart beating so fast that I was almost jumping out of my chest.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she curled the corners of her mouth and tried to show her most unbright smile: "Hello, Mr. Vincent, came here so early today?"

Vincent nodded slightly at her. Smiled politely: "Yes, I came here early and put the alchemy potion I need to consign to you, and then I need to buy some alchemy materials." ”

"So, how many bottles of alchemy potion do you need to consign this time?"

Arya felt that her voice was no longer her own, and she said a sentence almost in a trembling manner.

"Oh. It's not much, it's only 300 bottles. ”

Vincent lightly reported the number, and with a flick of his finger, he took the jars and jars out of the spatial ring and placed them on the counter.

"Three...... Three hundred bottles?"

Arya tried to keep her expression natural, but the dullness of her voice revealed her inner situation.

Three hundred alchemical materials. In exchange for three hundred bottles of potion, that is......

She swallowed hard and whispered, "100% success rate?"

"What did you say, Miss Arya?"

Vincent looked at her squirming red lips and asked.

"Oh, nothing. ”

Arya came to her senses, quickly shook her head and said, "Mr. Vincent." If you need any alchemy materials, please give me the list, and I will help you get them. ”

Vincent smiled and handed her a slip: "I need three hundred copies of the alchemy materials on this." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Arya glanced deeply at the black man in front of her, and uttered these words almost in harmony. Turning around, he took the alchemy materials on the list.

And in her heart, there was already an almost crazy call.

"Oh my God, 100 percent success. Is this guy's race really human? Even a dwarf who was born with a high talent in alchemy can't have this kind of experience, right?"

And that's not three alchemy potions, not thirty copies, but a full three hundred!

Even a third-level alchemist dwarf Loras couldn't have refined so many alchemy potions in one day!

This kind of crazy alchemy system is simply not what a normal alchemist can achieve!

"It's really a demon, what kind of alchemy talent has this guy reached?"

With this thought churning in her mind, Arya packed up a large piece of alchemy materials and handed it to Vincent.

After the second-level alchemist paid with a smile, took the alchemy materials, and disappeared from her eyes, she immediately collected three hundred bottles of alchemy potions and ran towards the underground research institute.

She wanted to tell her mentor the news.

"Teacher, teacher, Vincent is here again!"

In the research institute, the bewildered dwarf heard Arya's voice, and immediately jumped up from the research table, and asked very quickly, "Are you here? How many alchemy potions did he bring?

Arya immediately took out three hundred bottles of alchemy potions from her spatial ring and handed them all to Loras.

The dwarf opened bottle after bottle, sniffed it and closed it again, and when it had turned over more than half of the alchemy potion, it stopped checking it.

There is no doubt that all of them are of excellent quality, and even ordinary alchemists cannot refine them with such good results.

Touching his round head with his hand, Loras sat on the ground, recalling the conditions set by the two two days ago, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "Okay, it's really a powerful plan, and I was counted." ”

"Teacher, what's wrong? Why do you say you're also counted? Is this a plot by Vincent?"

Loras sighed deeply and did not answer.

Arya, of course, didn't understand what her teacher and Vincent had agreed on.

The condition that Vincent's potion could be consigned through the channels of the Guò Academy without having to pay any price, Loras thought it was just an inconsequential condition, so he agreed.

Because according to common sense, a normal second-level alchemist can survive the production of five or six bottles of alchemy potion in a day, even if it is the limit of manpower, this is already the most ideal situation.

And now it seems that letting go of this condition is equivalent to letting go of the best opportunity to withdraw funds, and directly allowing Vincent to obtain a large amount of gold endlessly!

No one could have imagined, nor would they imagine, that a second-level human alchemist could go to such a level, that one person could make hundreds of bottles of alchemy potions in one day, and he couldn't believe who this terrifying amount could be.

But the truth is, it's really born!

"There are about fifty dwarf alchemists in the academy, and they only produce four or five bottles of alchemy potions a day, which is good, damn it, why did I agree to that condition in the first place?"

The dwarf slapped himself on the head, remorseful.

Arya was silent for a while, and asked softly: "Teacher, isn't there a solution?" On Xiyuan Da 6, alchemy elixirs are in short supply, and warlocks need these things very much, even if there are hundreds of extra bottles of alchemy elixir every day, they can be easily digested, and if we can extract the channel fee, it will be a lot of income." ”

The disciple's advice made Loras's eyes light up, and then he shook his head again.

Yes, the alchemy potion symbolizes huge profits, and if it can take a certain amount of fees, even if it is only one-tenth, it can bring a huge amount of income, but the key is that there is an agreement between it and Vincent.

If you want to tear it up, it is absolutely impossible, although he has a noble status and is a third-level alchemist in the academy, even if he wants to fight the dean, the dean has to bow his head and accept it, but Vincent is not an ordinary warlock.

He's a true myth!

In the entire history of Hogg Warlock Academy, he is the seventh Mythical Bloodline Warlock, symbolizing incomparable glory, destined to engrave his name in the history of the Academy, and Loras himself is already more than seven hundred alchemists, although rare, but if compared to the Mythical Bloodline Warlock, it is hardly on the same level.

If it is forced to tear its face, there is no doubt which side the academy will stand on, not to mention that it is still its fault?

After a moment of silence, Loras clapped his hands and whispered a few words.

"What a human alchemist!"