The city of mind, the lord castle.

Mira sat cross-legged in a chair, holding her chin with her hands, and didn't know what she was thinking.

With a creak, the door was suddenly opened.

Suddenly, the lord who claimed to be majestic sat upright as if he was electrocuted, and his face swept towards the gate with a calm expression.

I saw Prince Bo pushing the door in a swaggering manner, looking at the master sitting upright, rolling his eyes humanely.

What else should I pretend to be in front of me? Ignoring the lord, Prince Bo came to the table with his own heart, picked up a tree fruit and started to chew it.

"Huh, I'm distracted." Mira breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body collapsed again. Then she took a document from the table and looked through it all over again.

Rusha.

At this moment, a sound of armor shaking suddenly rang.

At the same time, the figure of Knight Kevin appeared in the distance from the door opened by Prince Bo.

Here... Mira said silently in her heart, sat down at the table, and said, "Kevin, is there any result?"

In the distance, Kevin heard the Lord's question, turned into the hall and performed a standard knight's ceremony, and said, "Your Highness, I have investigated the pharmacist named Alvin."

"How is it? Have you found something?" Mira thought for a while and said slowly.

"He has a clean identity, and his deceased parents are ordinary poor." Kevin explained Alvin's detailed information and added: "Clean, too clean."

Too clean... Mira frowned. She knew what her knight meant, but how did such a clean person learn to prepare medicine?

Pharmacists’ learning is a very complicated thing, and it is not as simple as getting a recipe for a pharmacy.

When preparing pharmaceutical agents, preparation methods, formula ratios, timing of materials added, etc. can all affect the success and effect of the pharmaceutical agent.

Judging from the preparation of the drug at that time, it was definitely not the first time Alvin has prepared the drug, and the unique drug formula cannot be explained by guessing.

Afterwards, she also contacted the pharmacists to find out the situation, but she did not expect that all the pharmacists expressed their amazement and praise unanimously.

Alvin's preparation method is very special, far more advanced than the techniques they mastered. They suspected that behind Alvin, there was a senior pharmacist standing.

"Kevin, where do you think Alvin's knowledge of pharmacy came from."

Resisting the urge to grab his hair, Mira looked at the chief knight she trusted the most.

"I have no idea."

"It may be an ancient classic, or it may come from those big forces."

Kevin pondered, then continued to remind: "Your Highness, have you forgotten our biggest opponent?"

Hearing the words of the Knight, Mira frowned and tapped the table with her hands, "Are they going to deal with me?"

"This is just our guess."

Seeing his distressed look of loyalty to the lord, Kevin comforted him.

Yes, guess... Mira nodded, "Next, you can continue to send someone to stare at him outside the farm. We can't recruit him until we find out his identity."

The knight nodded and took the order and retreated.

"Whose person are you?"

"And what's the reason why you exposed your identity? Is it really just to save the Lily Root Doll?"

In the huge hall, Mira sighed lightly and looked at the sky that seemed drowsy in the distance, and there was always a feeling of storm coming.

...

In the cabin of Belliz Farm.

Alvin is using tree fruit to prepare therapeutic agents.

“Although I can gain a lot by formulating the drug.”

"But there are far more hidden dangers than I thought."

Skilledly crushed the orange fruit and added it to the test tube, then dripped three drops of the orange fruit leaves, and Alvin sighed softly.

Now, there must be many people investigating him behind the scenes. After all, it is really strange to be a poor pharmacist.

If you want to prepare a drug, you must go through countless practices. As a poor man, he cannot get so many fruits to practice!

In fact, he thought about making money through medicines at first, but after thinking about these difficult-to-explained questions, he directly rejected the plan.

The formula for growing fertilizers is different. Although he cannot touch fresh fruits, isn’t the rotten fruit just within his work range?

He could use an unexpected discovery to explain the growth of fertilizers, and at most heirlooms, his parents are also fruit farmers on the farm.

But under the circumstances at that time, he had no other choice in order to save the Lily Root Doll.

And in order to make his potion more convincing, he must also reveal his pharmacist level to gain recognition from those pharmacists.

So, how do you explain the pharmacist matter?

Alvin frowned slightly. Could it be that he would make up a mysterious old man like other male protagonists in the novel?

If this is the case, it may be even more suspicious and alert, right?

After all, even if such an old man really exists, they will definitely think about the reason why this old man did this.

Is it just out of kindness, or simply feeling that he is talented?

It is understandable to put talent on elves, but for pharmacists, how can they see talent?

The world is obviously full of darkness and barbarity, and he is completely unable to predict what other people will react.

"After all, it's because I'm not strong enough." Alvin gritted his teeth, "If I were the champion of the Heavenly King, I don't need to consider these things at all."

At this moment, his eyes were filled with the desire to become stronger.

On the other side of the room, the lily doll was lying on the flower pot, feeling the rich fertility in the soil under her, and squinted her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

After this period of cultivation, the leaves on the head of the lily root doll have obviously become much greener, which represents the good development of the lily root doll.

After taking the time to look at the Lily Root Doll who had already squinted his eyes and fell asleep, Alvin smiled and felt that everything he did was worth it.

Just as he was distracted, a light smoke suddenly appeared in the potion in his hand, and the potion was accidentally prepared.

He shook the reagent in his hand indifferently, and he drank it in one sip, which was a bit sweet.

After drinking this semi-finished therapeutic agent, he immediately felt exhausted and wiped out, which was much more effective than coffee.

When making potions, certain failures are inevitable, and Mr. Bellitz gave him one-third of the success rate.

Every time he makes three healing potions, he has two chances of failure. Of course, this price is not a problem at all compared to ten times the profit.
Chapter completed!