However, in order to avoid the suspicion of smuggling because of the ability to make potions, he will be suspected of smuggling in the future.

David, who had successfully reproduced the sobriety potion in just one day, thought about it, and still sealed the test tube and stuffed it into the gap of his scales.

He began the process of continuing to improve his pharmaceutical purity and proficiency.

And this should be the most difficult and easy to take a detour, but after having a successful experience, with the memory of the continuous replay of the whole process of Artilicia Master 360 degrees without dead ends, it has become much easier.

It is precisely because of this that when it was time to go to work, the high elves who came to continue the alchemy work were shocked when they found that Master Artilisia's room was still lit, and they were shocked in their hearts, and even though they mixed blows and respect:

Made! This silver young dragon is already such a genius, and he is still so diligent and hardworking!

Damn it, they started work earlier than they did!

This doesn't make them a group of elites flexible!

Later, a few alchemists will surely scold them again for being stupid and lazy.

They had even figured out what the teachers would say:

"Look at the people! It's obvious that such a genius is still working so hard, if you continue to slack off like this, then you will really be lost to all the elves! ”

Yes! Your Excellency Saphistoin!

You're going to just kill us mortals!

And when the alchemist who was in charge of today's rotation and was also yesterday's substitute for the 'auxiliary teaching' knocked on the door and obtained permission to enter, he was quietly relieved to see that David was still repeating the step of refining the purity of the materials yesterday.

Even if he was old and didn't have the heart to continue to be promoted, he was still instinctively a little afraid to see the scene that 'destined to be recorded in the history of alchemy, learning to refine primary potions in one day' happen.

That would really be a direct negation of all his early efforts.

It's good if it doesn't work out

It's good if you don't have it

Otherwise, he would really start to wonder if the other party would be the incarnation of a god who came to the world, just to make this skinny joke with him.

It was only after he answered a few casual questions from David and respectfully exited the alchemy room that something happened, including him and all the elves, that puzzled him.

It's the opposite of the situation yesterday when the bell almost rang and the alchemists on duty didn't have time to rest.

From this moment on this day, except for the lights in the private lounge, except for the halfling chef who delivered food from the Silver Castle every day, the well-soundproofed alchemy room was quiet, making people curious, but also an invisible pressure.

Soon, the answer was revealed, and the silver dragon in the room, Saphis, threw out a list of materials.

It turned out to be nine sets of alchemy kits and operating tables, and the rest, of course, were all the raw materials needed to refine the sober potion.

Each time, it starts with a hundred raw materials, including centennial pollen.

This batch of materials alone may be worth tens of thousands of gold coins on the market alone.

At first, they were a little puzzled.

When the nine sets of alchemy tables were sent in, I watched as the rest room began to swallow all kinds of raw materials like monsters, over and over again.

They finally realized in horror:

It turned out that the Silver Dragon Lord inside had really mastered all the processes of refining potions in just one day yesterday, as several alchemists said.

And began the simplest, most difficult, and most expensive and time-consuming step for all alchemist apprentices to become full-fledged alchemists.

It's about trial and error through repetitive training.

In this way, we will continue to summarize the experience of failure.

Then repeat the practice to iterate on your proficiency.

Commonly known as - feeding stage.

Because all the materials that alchemists consume in this step are real gold coins!

In some places, small nobles who don't have any resources are afraid that they will be bankrupt and will not be able to feed an alchemist with average talent.

It is precisely because of this that alchemical apprenticeships are popular.

Before the apprentice becomes a student, he works for free for his mentor and even the workshop where he works, and even pays to work for it, so that at this stage, his teacher and even the workshop are willing to give them a trial and error stage.

And some alchemy apprentices whose family conditions are not very wealthy and do not have extra money to support the purchase of some raw materials at their own expense, can only continue to polish the basic skills before this step, hoping to win this opportunity, and try to make fewer mistakes and burn less money in the process.

But right now, this Silver Dragon Lord, who didn't know where to fight, showed it to all of them.

What is the real burning of money?

Directly burn ten alchemy potions together!

This is another operation that is incomprehensible and incomprehensible to apprentices and even alchemists!

Because the most important thing in refining magic potions is to always observe, always fine-tune the heat, the air pressure valve, and various details.

Usually, these alchemy apprentices stare at an alchemy potion process all the time, and there is a chance that something will go wrong and cause failure, but now this one is doing this.

Did he take care of it?

And this, after the remaining four alchemists politely knocked on the door and went in to watch for a while, they slowly withdrew a little unwillingly, and one of the alchemists even said a sentence that made all the apprentices feel congested:

"According to the current progress of Saphistoin, I'm afraid that the materials in the warehouse should not be able to sustain today's consumption, and so is the century-old incense."

"If this continues, I am afraid that even the orders on hand in our workshop this year will lead to default.

"Report it to the Silver Grand Duke immediately, Master Artilicia is not here, this is no longer within our purview."

But just when the naïve apprentices thought that the absurd behavior of the silver dragon frantically consuming raw materials without producing anything would be ordered to stop by the silver grand duke.

Within a quarter of an hour of the news being reported, the apprentices were stunned to see that the hundreds of beautiful maids and ladies who had never had the chance to see in their lifetimes on weekdays were all wearing bee-proof hoods from the deep and mysterious silver fortress.

One by one, they walked into the field of hundred-year-old fragrant flowers with their bare and smooth feet, and then used small brushes and small potion bottles to do the work of those flower farmers.

This can only tell one thing:

That is, the current speed of collecting centennial pollen can no longer keep up with the workshop, or rather, it can't keep up with the consumption of that Saphis.

So, could it be that when the Grand Duke of Silver learned of this absurd wasteful act, he not only did not stop it, but took a fully supportive attitude?

Oh, my God! What is the origin of this silver dragon Saphis, who is actually able to make the Silver Grand Duke spoil and support to such an extent?

Soon, along with a wagon, various potions and materials were transported to the workshop from all over the city of Cyolos and even from the black market.

What they didn't know was that the bathroom of the Silver Castle, which originally belonged to the master of Arttilicia, had been dug up by the Silver Duke.

The poor apprentices have lost their ability to work, even to the point of losing their ability to speak normally.

At the same time, the alchemist who temporarily took the position of Serci received a letter from the Grand Duke of Silver, and couldn't help laughing:

"Will all the orders for pharmaceuticals except for the military department be put in the back row, and the business orders will be directly postponed to next year?

"Should I say, is it worthy of the mind and courage of the Grand Duke of Silver?

"This method of encircling the dragon's heart, we ordinary people really can't learn it."

Even if you learn, you don't have the wealth of such a rich country to squander.

The apprentices were already stupid.

Even envy, jealousy, and hatred don't have that strength and energy.

This is not at all the same plane of talent and support as their wastewood.

One dares to burn, and the other gives.

"But if it burns like this, will that Excellency really be able to concoct a qualified sobering potion?" An apprentice who was considered a close confidant couldn't help but ask the biggest question in the minds of all the apprentices.

And the words of the old alchemist gave them a blow in the head:

"We've gone in and seen the progress of the Honorable One, who is improving the purity of the stock solution at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

"If he doesn't have such high requirements for himself and goes directly to the next step, maybe, in less than half a year, maybe a few months he will be able to produce a finished product, who knows?"

"Half a year?! A few months? ”

If it burns for half a year at this momentum, I'm afraid that even the Grand Duke of Silver will have a pain in the flesh.

It's just that what makes them a little relieved is that the flowering period of the centennial incense is only half a month, which is only enough for the silver dragon to burn for half a month.

So in the next half month, everyone passed away quietly in a trance.

As the end of the month approaches, the original brilliant and holy fragrance of centennial incense flowers gradually disappears, and the petals begin to wither with the wind.

After fifteen days of sleeplessness, David finally pushed open the door of the alchemy room.

Just as he said goodbye to the four alchemists who had taken care of him a lot during this time and was about to go to the Silver Fortress to personally thank the Grand Duke of Silver, he saw that outside the alchemy workshop, a luxurious but not high-profile carriage was already parked, and the Grand Duke of Silver, Milli, was already waiting for him outside the door.

This posture made David a little warm.

If the Grand Duke of Silver took the initiative to keep it, should he stay for a while longer, or for a longer period of time?

But he didn't expect that the silver grand duke, whose face was a little pale, took the initiative to speak and said with a smile:

"Are you going to leave?"

"Yes, thank Your Highness for taking care of you for the past half a month."

David thought for a moment, and the tip of his nimble tail took out the sobering potion he had made on the first day from the gap in the dragon's scales, and handed it to the Silver Grand Duke:

"There's nothing you can get your hands on, so I'll give it to you as a gift."

When the alchemists and apprentices behind them saw the slightly cloudy but still faint magical fluctuations, they all held their breath and suffocated.

He's already succeeded!!

It's not half a year, it's not a few months.

There is only one centennial flowering period.

Half a month!

Finally, the older alchemist was a little out of breath, and rolled his eyes backwards.

"The Master has fainted!"

"Hurry up and rescue it."

Witnessing this funny and real scene, even the Silver Archduke, who seemed to be preoccupied, couldn't help but chuckle and took the sobering potion from the tip of David's tail:

"This is the best gift I've ever received this year."

They know each other, and it means a commitment.

"I've heard Artilisia say that you have something to leave, so I won't force you to stay."

This made David, who was still preparing a bunch of rhetoric, a little embarrassed.

I heard the Grand Duke of Silver say meaningfully:

"But I still want to plead with you for one thing.

"If you meet Artilisia on the way home.

"Please persuade him to come back.

"Don't do anything stupid."

"Huh?" David was a little confused.

yes, where the hell did the Attilician priest go? What are you going to do?

Are you really stimulated by your own refusal?

Not really!

(End of chapter)