"I don't have that much insight and leisure, but I simply think that this alchemy apprentice is really just a magic apprentice.

"With such a physique and strength that can be easily subdued by his fellow apprentices, isn't it a bit funny to think that he alone can steal centennial incense, make potions, and make a deal with Drow in front of everyone's noses?"

Speaking of this, David smiled, glanced at his two drow slaves behind him, and smiled:

"I've learned a little bit about Drow's social form and style from my 'Drow Followers', and if it's possible for this apprentice to do all of this before, he can't do it in the last step, trading with Drow.

"Because it is generally like this stupid boy who has no strength support, no background support, and no control of resources, but vainly tries to go to the dark region alone to make a fortune.

"Generally, the final outcome is either death, even if he is lucky enough to successfully reach the Drow stronghold, he is also stripped by the passing Drow and directly taken to breed into slag.

"So fundamentally, it's an unlikely thing."

Relieved, Artilisia was a little uncomfortable with David's rude-sounding term 'breeding', but because of his duties as a father, he felt compelled to encourage his son's exploits.

Immediately clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Yes, very good and calm logical inference." ”

At the same time, he added in his heart: "It is also in line with our silver dragon style, and even has a trace of supernormal perception that goes beyond calm and rational thinking, almost intuition." ’

As a result, he didn't expect to be directly subjected to unintentional ridicule and psychological crit from his son:

"Uh, isn't that something you can see at a glance? I thought you were testing me.

"Oh, I see. You looked a little absent-minded from the beginning, could it be that something really went wrong with the relationship between you and the Silver Grand Duke?

"If you don't mind, you might as well talk about it, maybe I can give you some ideas for analysis."

Artilicia almost choked on the spot with this series of heart-piercing words and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage:

"Ahem, ahem! Don't be foolish, the relationship between me and Millie is pure, not as filthy and unbearable as you imagined. ”

Of course, he also understands that he is a little out of state, but when is it his son's turn to teach his father how to pick up girls, how awkward it sounds.

"Pure feelings?" David immediately showed a look of 'subway old man's mobile phone'.

The heart said that if you didn't know your gender, the posture of the two of you in Silver Castle would have been reflected in reality with the female frequency Mary Sue Nakari's "The Domineering Duke Falls in Love with Me Like a Sheep", okay?

"How can you question my personal relationship with Millie like that?" Pastor Artilisia's face flushed with anger.

But because he was too beautiful, he looked like he was exuding a more seductive charm to seduce the dragon and the elves, as if it was an indiscriminate range of charm, which made everyone, including David, regardless of gender, or race, show an obsessive look of 'oh hoo'.

Pastor Artillisia, who has long had a wealth of experience in dealing with this, directly took a note of the [Exorcism Holy Light], and everyone on the scene was stunned and sobered up, but they somewhat forgot what had happened before.

It was like a collective click of the amnestics of the men in black.

David immediately found [Greed] and half of the [Lust] in his thoughts, and instinctively wanted to go back to his previous memory, but was interrupted by Pastor Artilicia in time:

"Now is not the time to discuss this, you are right, it is impossible to complete the chain of transactions with Drow with just one apprentice and these minions now, there must be more corruption that has not been discovered, I must report this matter to the Silver Grand Duke immediately."

As he spoke, he plucked a hundred-year-old petal and wrote it in magic, then summoned a [Magical Animal Courier] owl, grabbed the petal letterhead and flew towards the Silver Castle.

Seeing this scene, several other apprentices who were still lucky also fell to the ground, and the two trembled, but the apprentice who was beaten at the beginning but could be regarded as guilty and meritorious showed a relieved look and showed gratitude to David, but was directly ignored by David, who was concerned about other things.

"Let's go! Come with me into the workshop and see if there's any clues. ”

There had been such a massive corruption and collusion with Drow that the priest of Atilicia no longer cared about any procedural rules, and strode to the alchemy workshop.

Unaware of the fact that his son David who was following behind him showed a 'plan' smile, squinting his eyes and wagging his tail, he followed into this seemingly simple but not simple alchemy workshop.

As the priest of Artilicia pushed open the heavy oak door, an eerie aroma of herbs, ores, and alchemical recipes permeated.

It was cooling, fresh, and slightly mysterious.

Even through the High Elves' Mystery Lock, even an elven apprentice who has just come into contact with magic can clearly feel the magical elements and their movement here.

The interior of the workshop is well lit, and under the [celestial control], the abundant sunlight softly spills through the skylight, making the entire workspace seem to be surrounded by a warm aura.

Behind the staff of the alchemist, who had been arrested, there was a mural that was clearly rough but still magnificent:

Depicting their elven deity, Corellon Lotharian, and beneath his face, the mural depicts the Tree of Creation and the creator of the elven race, Elendis Neretraf, guarding and nourishing the ecologically balanced elven world, just as watching and blessing every elf working in the workshop.

David followed Pastor Artilicia past the rows of tall and small ceramic cauldrons, filter droppers, and all sorts of alchemical utensils, as hundreds of alchemists followed the alchemist, working intensely and intently around the fire.

They wore velvet robes with elaborate viewing glasses fixed to their heads, allowing them to see precisely how miscible the pollen and magic had just been picked from the fields of centennial flowers, and the changes in each drop of the potion.

Their technique is skilful and precise, with mysterious alchemy spells and somewhat mechanical spell-casting gestures, each movement as smooth as if they were dancing.

Even during the work breaks during the precise refining of potions, he could take the time to bow down gracefully and decently to the priest of Artilicia who strode forward:

"Teacher Artilisia!"

"Master Arttilicia!"

David, who originally had a prejudice against a small workshop, couldn't help but be a little shocked by this scene that was almost a combination of art and assembly line.

Everything here was a little more than he had expected.

The pure greed for money brought by smuggling has gradually been replaced by the exploration and curiosity of the profound knowledge of magic and alchemy in front of him.

[Greed]

"Wait, what did those alchemists call him just now? Teacher? "Davy seems to have made a bigger discovery than before.

Just as David was also 'impressed' at the back of Pastor Artillisia.

Pastor Artilisia, who went straight to the stewardship, quickly found the clues he was looking for in the alchemy manuals that the steward took home every week, thanks to the cooperation of rummaging through the cabinets and various magic spells such as detection and restoration.

Then, he was extremely skilled, and successively recruited several core alchemists and several apprentices to come and ask questions one by one.

It seemed that after seeing that the scale of the corruption was not as serious as he expected, it was as if he was a little relieved, and after writing another letter and flying to the Grand Duke of Silver, his eyes fell back to the 'curious' David.

Where could he not see his son's almost greedy 'curiosity' about alchemy.

Very well, the thirst for knowledge, only greed, is the most admirable quality!

"What? Want to learn? I'll teach you. ”

Pastor Artilisia felt as if she had finally had the opportunity and something to teach her son.

It just so happened that the steward of this alchemy workshop had just been taken down, and he was entrusted by the elf king Eliandor and had to travel around every once in a while to perform [Celestial Phenomenon Manipulation], and the Temple of Justice could not do without him on weekdays.

In a short period of time, it seems that there is no longer a candidate who can gain his trust more than his son.

As for the other party, he is still a novice who has not started at all?

The other party is his own son, a silver dragon with the same blood of the Swaitlandon clan as himself!

Under the teaching of his own alchemy master, shouldn't the progress be by leaps and bounds, and it is not easy to surpass these elf fools in front of him?

If Pastor Artilicia had the same [arrogant] power as David at this moment, it is estimated that he would have instantly brushed through the sky.

"Dare to ask, are you still.?" David raised his tail like a student who had discovered some little secret.

Pastor Artilicia finally straightened his waist in front of his son, and smiled proudly:

"I am entrusted by Milliam Elizabeth, Duke of the Silver Wheel,

"For the time being, he is the alchemist master and the highest responsible person of this alchemy workshop.

"Her Highness Miri's personal magical advisor.

"And, the inventor of the potion of sobriety."

“.” David really shook one, two, and three times, and the dragon's body shook wildly.

Finally, he showed a 'look of admiration' that made Pastor Artilisia quite satisfied, and then bowed respectfully and said:

"Teacher Artilisia, please teach me the truth of the way of alchemy."

This happiness came so suddenly.

This is no longer the extent of drowsiness to send pillows and pies to the sky.

But I just wanted to open a meat, and the rat fell directly into the granary, okay?

At the same time, he complained frantically:

Then you were there before, pretending to be high for half a day, and pretending to be Nima!

If it weren't for this incident.

He estimated that he had not been able to see the disguise of this pig and tiger guy until now.

(End of chapter)