"Fezia, you're too polite." Alec smiled: "That way, you're too busy, that's where Kaizi went."
"It should be, it should be." Feizia also smiled and said, "Just say that, I'll leave first."
"I'll send you there." Alec followed.
"No, no." Fezia waved his hand: "Romon, you have to learn more from Master Alec."
"Brother Fezia, I will." Romon said, bowing to him.
After Fezia left, Alec walked back from the workshop door.
"Romon," he pointed to the teenagers in the compartment and said, "These are your companions. They are still working now, so I won't introduce you to you. Anyway, you will know them in the future. I'll take you to your room."
Romon nodded silently. Then, Alec took him to see the room: the room was not big, but the bedding and other things were very neat. There was a small table with a small lamp on the table, which was also a magic item, and a zero-level light technique was constant on it.
"You can use this thing, right?" Alec asked, pointing at the magic lamp.
"Yes." Romon replied, a small thing he had seen in the temple of Ricca Town, which was very convenient for the caster, which only requires a faint magic to activate and use for a while.
"As for lunch, it was delivered from Old Villen." Alec smiled at Romon, with a warm smell in his smile. "Yevette is a good girl, but she has a little spicy temper."
Romon lowered his head.
Alec thought he was shy and laughed.
Finally, Alec took him to an empty compartment in a workshop, "This is where you work in the future. Do I need to demonstrate the preparation of the potion now?"
"Okay, please trouble you." Romon sucked the air and tried to concentrate his energy.
"Wait." Alec left, and soon he brought a small glass bottle and a box.
Alec sat down at the test bench. "Look, Romon, because the curing agent remains active for a short time after the curing agent is successfully prepared, the curing agent is divided into two parts by my teacher," he said to Romon, and opened the small box, revealing a pill. "It's very simple to use. Pour the pill into a glass bottle filled with liquid, and wait until the pills are completely dissolved, which is when the curing agent is most active. Do you understand?"
"I heard it clearly." Romon replied, but he felt a little awesome. He heard Jefa and Anson talk about the methods to judge the activity of curing agents. The word that appears most frequently among these methods is "experience". Now, in Alec's mouth, the activity index of curing agents can be determined by observing the degree of dissolution of the pills with the naked eye. Such a simple design shows Sackville's achievements in alchemy potions.
"So, Master Alec, how long does it take for the pill to completely dissolve?" Romon asked.
After hearing this question, Alec frowned: "The teacher once did a test, and the result was fifty-six magic seconds, but you know that this result is useless because you don't have the tools to accurately count the timing."
"Who said I didn't?" Romon whistled in his heart: "I have a stopwatch in the Shennongjiao space!"
However, a very curious smile appeared on his face: "Is the timing tool expensive?"
"It's very expensive. I want to have a piece too. It's much more convenient to do experiments." Alec showed a longing smile.
"I won't give it to you." Romon said in his heart.
"Okay, can I start the demonstration?" Alec asked.
"Please wait a little longer." Romon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then his spirit entered the space of Shennongjiao and found the mechanical stopwatch.
Romon opened his eyes, and at the same time, his right hand had already held the stopwatch in the wide sleeves of the druid's clothes. "Fortunately, I'm wearing formal clothes for today's meeting." He thought so.
"Please start."
Alec smiled, uncovered the bottle cap, threw the pill into the colorless liquid, and Romon secretly pressed the timing button.
The pill gradually dissolved, the potion began to turn red, Alec looked solemn, began to mutter words in his mouth, and formed corresponding seals with his hands.
Romon also focused all his energy on watching Alec Shiwei.
The moment the pill in the bottle completely dispersed, the last note of the spell in Alec's mouth stopped Romon and pressed it in time. At the same time, in Romon's spiritual vision, it was obvious that aura began to gradually flash in the medicine bottle, and the spell was being stored by the solidifier.
This situation lasted for about a short while, and then, in the naked eye, Romon saw the potion suddenly flashing with a brief golden light.
"It's done." Alec breathed a sigh of relief, "and then, I should sign my name," he said, pointing to the blank space of the label on the vial, "and then, leave it to me for inspection and give the identification results on the quality of the drug on the spot. In the end, I paid the reward based on the results."
"I see."
"Okay. After making the potion, just press the bell on the table and I'll get it. Here are two parts of curing agent, you can try it out." Alec took out two parts and put them on the table. Then he left.
Romon watched him leave, walked into the compartment, and closed the door. He took out the stopwatch hidden in his sleeve, and the time displayed on it was fifty-five and four seconds. It seemed that the magic seconds and the seconds on Earth were exactly the same.
A smug smile appeared on Romon's face. With this, it would be much easier to prepare the drug.
A week passed quickly. During this week, Romon met several apprentices working with him, three mages, one druid, and himself, and there were five people in total. Everyone was not far apart in age and had similar experiences. Basically, they did not have a fixed tutor, or even though they had a fixed tutor, they did not get the favor of the tutor. At the same time, all of them had some relationship with Sackville directly and indirectly, and they all came to the workshop to work through the recommendation letter of the recommender.
"The entire social structure is similar to medieval Europe. Apprentices learn art through guarantors. There is no common public recruitment in modern society, and so-called self-recommendation is rarely seen. This is still a society that relies on acquaintances to weave a network of relationships. Although the power mastered by a few spellcasters is not inferior to that of modern times, spells and magical arts are always privileges enjoyed by a few people."
With experience in the era of the Big Bang, Romon had extraordinary insight into this society.
However, Archimedes could only lift the earth after finding a fulcrum. As a first-level druid, Romon, currently, has focused most of his attention on the preparation of the potion. For the rest of the time, he will pay attention to the progress of the plants in Shennong Point, and in addition, he will have martial arts competition with Evette, who often comes to deliver meals.
Romon is living a very comfortable life now. Even after not seeing the ugly face of the tax officer Baccas of Rika Town, Romon also had an idea, just to wait for a suitable opportunity, and at this time, he focused his attention on Yvette and deliberately got closer.
Others have different impressions of Romon.
During this week, Romon set all three first-level spell positions every day to heal minor injuries, which is completely different from the idiot Jacob's idiot who wasted the first-level spell position to become the palm of flame to show off.
Then, in the eyes of everyone, Romon showed amazing talent in manufacturing alchemy potions. His success rate in manufacturing micro-harm potions was second only to Alec. He made only nine times every three days, and the result of the mistake was all defective potions, rather than completely scrapped. This defective product, which is equivalent to the "hemostatic" effect of the zero-level spell, can also be sold in the previous store, so Romon does not need to pay compensation for the curing agent for this - this is of course the result of Romon's control.
Faced with his colleague's jealous eyes and the praise of Master Alec, and Evette's obvious change in attitude, Romon's answer was very simple: "I am very sensitive to the passage of time."
With the power of the stopwatch, Alec even sighed to him once: "Romon, if you choose the mage's path, I think we can work together to do some research."
So what if Romon An is so jealous about all this? No one dares to do anything in the workshop. As for outside the workshop, Romon's life is very regular. At most, he goes out to practice swords with Evette. He doesn't have much time, but his relationship becomes more and more harmonious.
Moreover, most importantly, his colleagues were particularly cautious in their actions because of the difficulty in learning and experience of many experiences. In this world, there are the most mediocre people, and they dare not touch them.
This day was sunny day. At noon, after listening to Sackville's lecture, Romon walked out of the shop. He had a long rest today. Of course, ordinary apprentices could not enjoy it. However, after all, Romon and others had the status of a spellcaster, and their treatment was naturally completely different from that of apprentices in ordinary shops and workshops.
Then, he saw Evette standing pretty outside the door.
The girl had long golden wavy hair, shining in the sun. Her nose seemed to be made by a skilled craftsman with good jade, and her small yarn nose was slightly raised. On her chest, a pair of doves were quietly lying, showing the beautiful curves of the girl.
Romon suddenly remembered an ancient poem on Earth:
The quiet woman is beautiful, waiting for me to be in the corner of the city. I love her but don’t see her, and scratching her head and waving her. The quiet woman is so beautiful that she gives me a red pipe. The red pipe is so beautiful that she says that the wives are beautiful. She is so beautiful that she returns to the city.
A fluctuation appeared in her heart. She had been vaguely revealing the news last time and waited for three days before she came over.
Although I have some simple and profound conversations, I don’t care about it.
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Chapter completed!