In front of the medicine refining table, Fisher finished checking the eight finished products and turned back blankly and shouted: "These are all blood coagulation gels above the passing line. Is this really a rookie refining medicine for the first time? I feel like I don't deserve it."

Made the medicine..."

"Maybe it's just good luck..." Nance muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this, Sister Marlene smiled.

"From now on, Master Fisher can concentrate on refining the intermediate potions." She ordered Fisher, "Leave the low-level potions for Nance to practice, do you have any objections?"

"Of course not!"

Fisher suddenly beamed.

Low-level potions have low profits. If you want to make more money, you have to work overtime to refine the potions. How can you be as comfortable as refining mid-level potions, which requires more money and less trouble.

Sister Marlene smiled and nodded, looked at Nance beside her, pursed her red lips, and went straight to the topic: "Are you sure you can refine 500 copies of blood coagulation gel for me in a week?"

Nance was stunned.

500 a week, which is more than 70 servings a day.

He just did 10 exercises. It took an hour and he was almost exhausted.

If you want to practice again, you must rest for at least an hour.

A simple calculation, 500 servings a week, means that he spends 14 hours a day refining the medicine.

Won't your conscience hurt if you squeeze your partners like this... Nance looked at Sister Marlene speechlessly.

Fisher turned around, covered his mouth and snickered.

He was exploited in this way back then, but although Sister Marlene was cruel, she gave her enough money, so he was always willing to be exploited.

"Can't you refine it?" Sister Marlene said with a smile.

"You can practice, but it's not necessary." Nance stared at the beautiful woman in front of him calmly.

Seeing him, Sister Marlene didn't feel ashamed at all. Her narrow eyes curved beautifully, and she said in a delicate voice: "The profit of a blood coagulation gel is 1,400 pence. If you share 20%, it is 280 pence. 500 a week."

The total amount is 140,000 pence, which is 1,400 pounds. You owe me 100,000 pounds. As long as you work hard, you can pay it off in a year and a half."

Nance shook his head silently.

It would be great to be able to pay off his debts, but he cannot devote all his time to paying off his debts.

"I must have so much!" Sister Marlene said, leaning her cheek towards him.

That beautiful and charming face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing unscrupulous joy and determination.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Nance's ears.

She leaned up slightly and leaned close to Nance, breathing warm and fragrant breath on his neck: "You won't refuse me, right? Oh, dear Adel, my child..."

When the nun began to confuse people, a vibrant and charming atmosphere spread.

Nance's whole body shivered slightly.

His face was red to the base of his ears, and then from the base of his ears to his neck, and his toes were curled up in his shoes.

At this moment, Sister Marlene seemed to be kissing his earlobe, whispering to him: There are outsiders here, I am embarrassed to say it. In fact, I like you very much, why don't you agree to me...

Not to mention Nance, even Fisher, who was watching, was blushing and breathing rapidly. His biggest regret now is that he is not handsome enough, otherwise he might have been able to enjoy the beauty trap at that time.

lure……

At the critical moment, the queen scolded "Please give me some peace," which brought Nance back to his senses.

Sister Marlene happened to look up at this moment, and after seeing his stiff but rosy face, there was a hint of humor and pride on his delicate and beautiful cheeks. Then she lightly covered her lips and asked with a delicate smile: "Now you still want to refuse?"

Me?"

Could it be that my heart is with the Queen Mother... Nance thought about this possibility, then turned away slightly and glanced at Fisher.

Sister Marlene understood the situation and said calmly: "Master Fisher, please go to New Yokohama and help me buy some fusion liquid for refining the intermediate potion."

"I'll go now."

Fisher turned around and left very wisely.

In the quiet room, Sister Marlene resumed her lazy posture, lying on the velvet chair.

The black nun's dress tightly wrapped her body, making her exposed neck look particularly white. As she breathed, the high arc of her chest rose and fell gracefully, making her look very warm... and the black garters and nuns

The absolute area exposed between the skirts is like a spring grassland. It looks dry and clean, and makes people want to lie down and roll around.

Nance looked at the shiny metal sling rings on her thighs and discussed with her. "500 copies is really too much. Can it be less?"

The weariness on Sister Marlene's face became even more intense, and she crossed her slender fingers on her chest: "I'm afraid you'll be tired, but I need a lot of money recently, so I can only let you do it even if I feel sorry for you.

Don't be so sad, I will make it up to you in the future and I will never break my promise."

As she said that, she turned her head and looked at Nance with flushed cheeks.

The eyes slightly curved due to the smile, as alluring as a vixen's.

People with average concentration may simply surrender.

Nance thought that his concentration was not good, but there was a greater threat waiting for him, so he could endure it.

"I can't spend all my time on refining blood gel. You also know how powerful the enemy I have to face is." He frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Unless..."

He stopped at this point.

Sister Marlene rolled her eyes at him and took the initiative to answer: "Unless what?"

"Unless you want me to make a magic potion that can stimulate the division and reproduction of magic elements." Nance said calmly.

A ray of light flashed through Sister Marlene's lazily narrowed eyes, and she tilted her head and stared deeply at the young man in front of her.

As an impure nun, her eyes were extremely vicious. After careful observation, she discovered with some awe in her heart: Although Nance would blush and be embarrassed when faced with her charm, he still had no determination.

Disappeared. The depths of those dark eyes were as calm as a bottomless pool.

There is something extraordinary about this guy... Sister Marlene lowered her head and took a sip of wine. The scrutinizing expression on her face was restrained by her. Then she looked at Nance with a smile, her bright eyes looking at him, which was very tempting.

"The potion that can cause magic elements to split and reproduce must be at least a mid-level potion." She pursed her red lips, paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "I have great confidence in you, but I can't refine it for you yet.

Something that costs at least 100 pounds, no matter how rich I am, I can't bear to be ruined by you."

"I have a low-level prescription." Nance whispered.

Hearing this, a flash of astonishment flashed in Sister Marlene's eyes. After a slight pause, her pretty face flushed suddenly, obviously she was a little bit upset by this sudden surprise.

Nance looked at her silently.

After meeting Sister Marlene last night, he had done all the homework for the second meeting.

Potions is a new discipline that only appeared in the new century. It has only been developed for more than two hundred years and has very little knowledge.

The reason why magic potion profits are high is largely because there are only three to four hundred kinds of prescriptions in the world.

The research and development of new medicines is a high-risk, high-yield investment.

Low-level potions are okay. You can rely on known chemical knowledge for molecular purification. For example, the research and development costs of potions such as coagulation gel are still within an acceptable range, and they can be found casually on the market.

But when it comes to mid-level potions, part of the research and development process is already wandering around in the blind spot of knowledge, and hundreds of millions of pounds will not even make a splash.

It is also because research and development is too difficult, so all mid-level potions are exclusive businesses, with almost no possibility of imitation.

However, the database in Nance's mind contains tens of thousands of magic potion formulas. Although most of the formulas are useless, there are one or two hundred formulas that can shock the world.

For example, the low-level magic potion he is taking out now can induce the division and reproduction of magic elements.

Low-level potions are naturally not as effective as mid-level potions, but their cost and refining efficiency are huge advantages over mid-level potions.

The sinking market will never lack demand!

Looking at Sister Marlene's flushed face and her fiery eyes that wanted to eat Nance in one bite, you can tell how much she longs for this prescription.
Chapter completed!