Graheide was ecstatic: Carl Gustav Jung, even Graheide had heard of this name. It was rumored that he was a very powerful alchemist. If he had refined this magical potion for the Duke of Aquitaine's army, then Graheide's infiltration could be said to be the bull's-eye. As long as this old man is dealt with, the Duke of Aquitaine will lose the source of the potion. In this way, the deaths of so many elite archers will be worthwhile.

To be on the safe side, he decided to inquire about the information.

"Since you said just now, you deceived this dragon called 'Kur'? What if it gets angry...will it attack us suddenly?"

When he spoke, he focused on the old man's every move - after all, such a famous alchemist might have mastered some profound magic. Thinking of this, he added meaningfully:

"Or, even if you are attacked by it, there is a way to suppress it?"

"Attack? It has been sleeping for thousands of years and has never woken up. All this I did is just a dream for it." The old man said, "But if it wakes up suddenly... I have made a plan to deal with it."

As he said that, he took out a paper bag in his arms for a while and took out a paper bag. He opened it, and there was a pile of white powder inside. Grahaide reached out to take it over and see, but the old man hurriedly shrank his hand: "Be careful, don't let this powder fly into your nostrils."

"What is this?" asked Graheide.

"We alchemists call it 'arsenic'." The old man shook his head and seemed to show off his knowledge. "However, he also has an interesting nickname called 'Inheritance Powder'. It means that if the nobles eat it, they can immediately start preparing for inheritance. Because it is highly poisonous, even if the best doctor in the world is by their side, they cannot be saved. This is a very powerful alchemy drug. If Kur wants to wake up, I will pour the powder into the river. In this way, Kur will soon be poisoned and died."

Grahead had learned some alchemy in the academy and knew what this 'arsenic' was, so he was not frightened by the old man: "The powerful alchemy medicine... isn't this arsenic? As long as it is an alchemist, you should be able to make it? Are you planning to use this thing to deal with dragons?"

The old man's face turned slightly red: "You are a soldier, why do you care about so many things? As long as this thing can be used against Kur, isn't it enough? No one has tried using arsenic poisonous dragon, how can you be sure that you can't die of poison? Go and go, the potion has been completed, move it out and hand it over!"

"Wow..."

Graheide already understood: this old man was over-named.

The only problem left is how to deal with this old man.

The old man noticed the change in Grahaide's eyes.

"What are you doing here? I asked you to move the things out... Wait, are you here alone? Isn't anyone here to pick you up?"

"Jung, your potion has caused us a lot of trouble." Graheide approached the old man step by step. "But, the Knight King taught me that the one who is wrong is never the one who makes weapons, but the one who uses them. So, I give you a chance - leave here and never make potions for the Duke of Aquitaine again. Do you agree?"

"What if I don't agree?" the old man asked cautiously.

"There is a choice to be made there - whether to be beaten out and taken away by me, or to be killed by me here."

"You are not the Duke of Aquitaine?"

"I am a British, and now, I am working for the King of Sweden."

"Then I can't leave with you." The old man said seriously, "The one who drove me away was the Alchemy Academy established by the King of Sweden."

"Then I hope you are lucky enough." Graheide moved his fingers and continued to intimidate the old man, "Let you faint for a while first. If I were discovered by the defenders on the way back, I would have to leave your body in order to escape."

——"The intruder was discovered!"

A sound suddenly came from above the cliff. Graheide raised his head and saw that there were more than a dozen soldiers of Aquitaine Dukes who had climbed down there, and some of them had even set up bows and traced them towards him. He made a quick decision and took a sideways away from the old man, while taking the bow and arrow at an unparalleled speed. In an instant, four arrows were shot out, intercepting all the arrows falling from above in the air!

The group of people reacted quickly, and found that the arrows were shot down. Their first reaction was not to continue attacking, but to fall to the ground. Graheide was under the abyss, and they were above the abyss. In this lie, Graheide's bow could hardly aim at them.

Their voices came from above:

"This bow technique...is the leader of the group who attacked us not long ago!"

"You stay here, I'll go find the general to bring more people!"

Graheide angrily aimed the bow to a higher place, trying to use the arc of the bow to kill the group of people. But with an arrow shot out, there was only a not-so-harsh scream from above: "Ass! He shot my ass from below!"

"Turn back a step and don't show your head, as your head will be shot to death!"

As they left, the soft ladder that Glaheide had come down was also taken away from the cliff.

"What the hell is Osol doing!"

Graheide couldn't help but curse. Osor was guarding the door. It was not easy to deal with these ten soldiers, so why would he let them in!

He turned around and glared at the old man: "Is there any other exit here?"

"No. There is only this one." The old man was quite gloating, "You have been forced to death. It's like a dog falling into a well."

"Nonsense! The water here is flowing outward. Since it is flowing, there must be other outlets!"

"Then you can try it." The old man said, "If you drowned or choked, don't blame me."

After thinking for a while, Grahaide put down his bow, pulled out the dagger for protecting his body, and approached the old man step by step.

"What do you want to do?" the old man asked.

"The Duke of Aquitaine started such a big war. I think the potions you made are indispensable to him now, right? So, as long as you control you, you can negotiate with them."

Graheide reached out and grabbed the old man, and put the dagger on his neck:

"Stand up and don't resist. As long as you don't make small moves, I won't hurt your life."

"Young man, have you misunderstood something?"

The old man's eyes sterned, and Graheide's heart suddenly trembled suddenly, and subconsciously let go of his hand that grabbed him. The next second, his body dissipated from the spot like smoke.

"I am indeed not good at the practice of alchemy, but that doesn't mean I can let you bully. Goodbye, young man, I hope you don't show up on the guillotine halfway up the mountain."
Chapter completed!