Feilin quickly agreed, but then felt it was inappropriate and said.
"Deputy Bureau, how about you tell me the address and I can go there myself?"
He felt a little sorry to have a deputy bureau working exclusively on his own affairs.
"Don't worry, I just have something to talk to the person in charge there."
Lindy shook her head and said.
"okay."
Felin felt relieved when he heard that Lindy did not go there just for his own business.
In the afternoon, a white carriage pulled by two white horses carried Felin and Lindy and left the security station.
After driving for about twenty minutes, the carriage stopped in front of a building.
The building is all white, with a spire shape, and a red cross-shaped sign at the entrance.
Looking inside, you can see men and women in white coats walking around from time to time.
This is a large hospital.
"in hospital?"
Felin was holding a wooden box in his hand, which contained the materials needed to refine Rangel's potion.
I was very surprised. I didn't expect that the place I was going to come to was actually a hospital.
"The secret skill that can refine secret medicine potions is the secret medicine hand, and the prerequisite profession for this secret skill is the pharmacist."
Lindy explained.
"No wonder."
Felin suddenly understood.
What is the best place for an occultist practicing the secret art of the Secret Medicine Hand to hide his identity?
Of course it is a hospital.
There is no better place than a hospital for an occultist whose prerequisite is to be a master pharmacist.
Moreover, in such an environment, it is bound to be easier to cultivate and discover pharmacists who are suitable for practicing mystical hands.
While talking, the two entered the hospital and did not continue talking, because most of the people in the hospital were ordinary people who did not know the mystery.
The two of them walked up the stairs of the hospital. When they entered the top floor of the hospital, they were blocked by an iron gate.
After knocking on the door, a young woman wearing a white coat and a ponytail came to the door and said.
"This floor is a closed area. For medical treatment, please go to the corresponding department downstairs."
"We're looking for Christine."
Lindy said.
"You are looking for Teacher Christine, are you...?"
The young woman should be about the same age as Felin, with brown hair, beautiful appearance, and a pair of very beautiful blue eyes.
she asked tentatively.
"Honor the mystery."
Lindy put her hands flat on her abdomen, bent over slightly, and said.
"Honor the mystery."
Seeing Lindy like this, the young woman quickly put her hands on her abdomen and bent down slightly.
This action and words are a common method for unknown mystics to confirm each other's identity.
"Honor the mystery."
Seeing the two of them acting like this, Feilin guessed the purpose of the action and quickly followed it.
"You two, please come with me."
The young woman opened the iron gate, led the way, took Felin and Lindy to a room, and knocked on the doorway.
"Teacher Christine, someone is visiting you."
"Invite them in."
A woman's voice came from the room.
When you open the door, you will see a room covered with blankets, similar to a living room.
A huge crystal gas lamp hangs from the roof, surrounded by green potted plants, and the potted plants seem to be medicinal plants.
In the middle, several sofas are placed around a coffee table.
Beside the sofa, there is a middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman wears a white coat, her brown hair is tied up, and she has an indifferent temperament.
At this time, the middle-aged woman had already stood up and looked at Felin and Lindy who entered the door.
The middle-aged woman should be Christine.
"Miss Lindy, why do you come to my place when you have time?"
Christine obviously knew Lindy, she said to Lindy.
"I'm here for help. I need to refine a secret potion, but as you know, the Conston City branch of the Security Bureau does not have a mystic who can handle the secret potion."
Lindy explained her purpose.
"I said you must have been very busy recently. Why did you come to my place? It turns out it was because of this."
Christine nodded.
The mysterious organization she belongs to is called the Secret Medicine Society. Although it is only a medium-sized organization, because it is good at refining secret medicine, it often receives help from large organizations.
She was not surprised that the Security Bureau had asked her secret medicine association for help more than once or twice.
Her eyes fell on Felin.
"Who is this one?"
"This is Felin Sox, the new member of the Security Bureau."
Lindy introduced.
"Is he the special talent that caused the competition some time ago?"
Christine had heard of the name Feline Socks.
As far as she knew, some time ago, Felin Sox caused many mysterious societies to fight over him, and in the end, Felin Sox was taken in by the Security Bureau.
She wasn't jealous about this.
The Secret Medicine Association she belongs to did not participate in the competition for Felin Sox, because the Secret Medicine Association has strict restrictions on the types of master-level qualifications and only accepts people with master-level pharmacist talents.
"It's indeed him."
Lindy nodded, then looked at the young woman who just led the way and said.
"I haven't congratulated you yet, you have accepted another student."
"Thanks."
Christine thanked her.
The practice of Secret Medicine Hand is different from ordinary secret arts. It is far from enough to have a secret book. Without the guidance of a high-level mystic who practices the same secret technique, it is difficult to truly enter this field.
Therefore, in the secret medicine association, new mystics will be led into this field as quickly as possible by teachers leading students.
"What potion do you want to refine?"
"Wangle's Potion."
Lindy said.
"Langle's potion is a potion required for the enlightenment ceremony of the Eye of Appraisal. It requires the blood of the user, and the collection time cannot exceed half an hour."
"You should know the refining conditions of Rangel's potion. Why didn't you bring the people who are going to take Rangel's potion?"
Christine asked confused.
"He is."
Lindy looked at Felin and said.
"Isn't he practicing the secret art of the mysterious spear? Could it be...?"
Christine was stunned for a moment, then looked at Felin in disbelief, looking up and down at Felin.
After practicing the Mysterious Spear, he is also preparing to practice the Mysterious Eye of Appraisal. In other words, Felin Socks has two kinds of mystical talents.
Two kinds of secret skills talents, this is one of the talents necessary for the realm above the twelve levels.
Having this kind of talent means that Felin Sox has the possibility to reach the realm above the twelfth ring.
Although I had heard rumors, I knew that Felin Sox had mastered his marksmanship in two years and was extremely talented.
But now it seems that the outside world still underestimates Ferrin Socks' talent.
Withdrawing her scrutinizing gaze, she smiled and said,
"If Old Nick from the Golden Society knew about it, he would probably regret that he missed such a talent."
"Please keep it a secret."
Lindy requested.
This was one of the reasons why she came with Felin.
"Don't worry, I always keep my clients' information confidential and will not let it out."
Christine nodded, then looked at the young woman who just led Felin and Lindy and said.
"Helen, remember not to spread the conversation outside."
"I know, I will never tell anyone."
Helen Mechel, who was looking at Felin in shock, quickly looked at her teacher and assured her.
While speaking, she couldn't help but glance at Felin again.
This man, who is close to his own age, has mastered his marksmanship to a master level in two years, which once attracted competition from large forces such as the Golden Society and the Kingdom Security Bureau.
In her opinion, this is already very powerful.
But he didn't expect that the other party's talent was more than that. Not only did he have a special talent, but he also had two extremely rare secret skills.
Seeing Helen Mechel looking at Felin involuntarily, her eyes were full of curiosity.
Kristen couldn't help but said in her heart, "It's good to be young", and then she spoke.
"Helen, Rangel's potion is a Type I potion. I have taught you how to make it. You can make this Rangel's potion."
"Me? No, no, teacher, I'm not skilled enough. I'm afraid I will fail."
Hearing that the teacher actually asked her to refine Rangel's potion, Helen Mechel was shocked and shook her head repeatedly.
"It doesn't matter if it fails. I have the materials needed for Rangel's potion here. If it fails, just refine it again."
"Don't worry about failure. There is no way to make medicine without failure. I also came from failure."
Christine said encouragingly.
"But."
Helen Machel still hesitated.
"This is the task I gave you. Go ahead and take Mr. Felin to the alchemy room to refine Rangel's potion."
Christine said in a tone that could not be refused.
"is teacher."
Seeing what the teacher said, Helen Machel knew she couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to agree.
The two walked out of the room, Felin stretched out his hand and said.
"Let me formally meet you. I am Felin Sox from the Kingdom Security Bureau."
"Hello, hello, I'm from the Secret Medicine Society... Helen Machel."
Fearing that she would be considered neglectful, Helen quickly reached out her hand to shake Felin's hand.
After saying hello, Felin followed Helen to a room with various glassware and instruments.
Some of these glassware look like measuring cylinders in previous lives, some look like triangular cups in previous lives, some look like test tubes in previous lives...
Some of the instruments are like the pallet balance in the previous life, some are like the alcohol lamp in the previous life, and some are like the thermometer in the previous life...
Felin almost thought he had returned to the chemistry class in his previous life.
"Well, Mr. Feiling, I want to take a little bit of your blood, about five drops will do."
Helen came to Felin's side and spoke, interrupting Felin's thoughts as he was sighing.
I saw her holding a test tube in one hand and a thin needle in the other.
There was a container with alcohol not far away, and she had just sterilized the fine needle in the container.
"okay."
Felin stretched out his hand in cooperation.
Compared with using a dagger to bleed yourself in the initiation ceremony of the Mystic Spear, this is undoubtedly much gentler.
laugh!
Helen pricked the tip of Felin's index finger with a thin needle, and a small hole was made in the tip of Felin's index finger. Blood immediately flowed out of the small hole.
She reached out and held Felin's index finger, squeezing it towards Felin.
At this moment, she showed unusual concentration.
It was completely different from the panicked expression just now, as if he was a different person.
Because she was so close, Felin could already smell her fragrance.