"No need!" Downton was not saying it politely, but it was really unnecessary. Not to mention the potion formula recorded in the Great Library, even if it was known in the grimoire, it was an astronomical number.
If he cannot advance to the dragon-slaying level and has no way to increase his life, Downton may not be able to finish learning them in his lifetime.
"What we are about to give away is a formula that only a great potion master has the qualifications and strength to prepare. Are you sure you are not tempted?" Charlotte did not deceive Downton. She is not the kind of villain who cares about herself. With her character, she will not care about this at all.
thing.
"Well, there's no need." Downton tilted his head and saw that the sun was shining brightly and the street was bustling with people. He took out his copper-cased pocket watch and checked the time, and found that it was already noon.
"Okay, we respect your wishes. In fact, even if you have obtained the intermediate potion master qualification, I'm afraid you won't be able to make the potion formula we want to give you."
Charlotte looked at Downton, puzzled. The last time they met, he looked curious about everything, so he probably hadn't learned potions yet, but only two months later, he had already started and could write many equations easily.
And used it flexibly.
If Charlotte knew that Downton had been promoted to two levels during this period and was only taking the time to study potions, she would probably be even more amazed.
"It's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest." Hearing that Charlotte started coughing again, Downton was about to say goodbye and leave. He had other things to do and couldn't stay here all day.
"I promised you that we will prepare the dragon-slaying potion as soon as possible. In addition, as compensation, if you encounter any problems in your studies in the future, you can come and ask us." Xia Luo picked up an apple and took a bite. She didn't want anyone to
I feel stingy.
"Thank you!" Downton was overjoyed. He was a little excited at the thought of being able to see Charlotte often. This was even happier than getting a new formula.
After walking away from the Wolf and Spice, Downton still couldn't control his excitement.
"Master, let's go to that tavern for a big meal?" Smelling the aroma of barbecue wafting in the air, Jackson swallowed and interrupted Downton, who was whistling, "You promised to treat me.
"
"Yes, please. But you are not allowed to eat internal organs, especially brains." Downton frowned. Eating with a ghoul always made him feel uncomfortable.
"Master, you are discriminating against undead creatures!" Jackson became angry, "That's our eating habit that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, okay? Why should you change it because of your likes and dislikes?"
"Fart, Celes won't eat these, and it's said that the Death Knight won't eat them either. Don't blame your ghoul habits on others." Downton was angry. He didn't expect Jackson to be so reckless.
"Ghouls are also a type of undead creature. In short, you are discriminating against us. If you were in the deathrattle plane, a racist like you would be hanged on the gallows."
Jackson rolled his eyes and muttered.
Although the voice was very low, Downton still heard it. This guy was saying that he was uneducated and had little education. He was an ignorant country bumpkin!
"If I discriminate against you, I will burn you to death or purify you." Downton smiled helplessly and motioned to Jackson to look around more, "Do you know how much pressure I have to bear when I bring you into town?"
Even though he was covered in bandages and wearing light armor, Jackson's green eyes were so dazzling that even a child knew that he was not human.
They were hiding far away, looking towards this direction with both curiosity and worry, as if they were watching a rare monster in a circus.
"Go, go!" Jackson didn't want to be surrounded, so he waved his hand to drive them away. He even picked up a few stones and threw them over.
"Can you be more honest?" Downton lightly kicked Jackson, wondering whether to send him back to the war space.
Poof, the cunning Jackson saw Downton's hesitation and took a preemptive strike. He knelt down directly, hugged his thigh, and started wailing.
"Master, for the sake of my dedication to serving you, you can't abuse me?"
The two people became more conspicuous, and everyone on the street looked over.
"Get up." Downton didn't expect Jackson to be so unruly, and felt a little dizzy for a moment. He was not used to being watched by so many people.
"I haven't had a full meal for a long time, do you still want to put me in solitary confinement? I think I'm the worst offender in the world of demon servants." Jackson hesitated to take the opportunity to squeeze out the snot from his nose and wipe it.
On Downton's trouser legs, I thought about it and felt that there was a possibility of being beaten violently, so I gave up.
"Okay, let's get up and go have dinner." Downton gave up. In fact, it's not bad to take Jackson with him. He usually carries bags and various weapons as a demon servant. At critical moments, he can also be used to block guns. Anyway, the ghoul only needs
If the head is not smashed, even if it is shot into a honeycomb, it will not die.
"Long live the master!" Jackson jumped up and cheered, and then walked to the Golden Ivory Tavern arrogantly like a big crab. He kept shouting and flattering Downton, "Stay aside.
Stop, don’t you see the wise and wise Lord Downton passing by? Get out of the way quickly, go, go!”
"Jackson, shut up." Downton roared, feeling extremely embarrassed, and then quickly apologized to the passers-by.
Jackson shut up immediately. After living in the always gray underground city of Polusna for hundreds of years, it was already fed up. It once again entered the colorful world of human society. No matter what the price, it did not want to leave.
Instead of rushing into the Golden Ivory Tavern, Downton stood in front of the bulletin board and read the latest notices posted in the town.
The summer harvest is nearly a month away, and Liszt's mayor father is already urging the townspeople to prepare their taxes.
Downton skipped it and looked at the wanted poster.
The ogre Tyson has been very rampant recently and attacked two more towns, so the bounty has been increased by one-third. His brother Holyfield is also on the list, dead or alive, worth three thousand gold drams.
"So ugly!"
Jackson smacked his lips and commented.
The wanted poster shows Holyfield's hideous and ugly head. The most striking feature is that one of his ears is missing. It is said that he was bitten off by his brother because he disobeyed Tyson in another private fight.
"This big cow is beautiful!" Jackson turned it down and saw that there was no one around him. He tore off the reward notice for the Minotaur Kita Village, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Downton was puzzled.
"When I have my own bedroom in the future, I will put her up there, so I won't have to buy posters." Jackson looked forward to the future and despised Downton, "Master, you have to work hard to make money, you can't even afford a demon servant.
, it’s too embarrassing.”
Downton was dumbfounded. He really hadn't thought about this problem. If he thought about it carefully, even fish ghouls couldn't stay in the war space for a long time, and they had to prepare three meals a day.
"It's a pity that it's not a full-body photo, and I don't know what my figure is like?" Looking at Kitamura's photo, Jackson felt quite regretful.
The photos used on the wanted posters are all magically rubbed, almost undistorted, and very similar to the person they are. Therefore, the wanted criminals who have committed crimes can only prepare for long-term escapes, and it is absolutely impossible to re-enter the human race.
The kingdom is alive.
Although Kitamura is a minotaur, she is quite beautiful from a human perspective, and the figure of the minotaur is famous throughout the Western Continent for being plump and bumpy. No wonder Jackson feels regretful.
Downton was not interested in these things and urged Jackson to enter the tavern, but a burly figure suddenly squeezed over and pushed him to the side.
"Hey, you're looking for death!" Jackson was dissatisfied and immediately roared at the figure to show his loyalty.
The stranger muttered and ignored Downton. He reached out to the bulletin board, grabbed all the dozens of wanted notices on it, and looked through them carefully.
"I'm Di Polo!" Jackson swore loudly, put his right hand behind his waist, took out the crossbow, and prepared to shoot him.
"Forget it!" Downton held down Jackson's arm, but it was just a bump. He was not so angry that he would hit someone for such a trivial matter.
"Master, you are too kind. This guy has offended your majesty and must be severely punished." Jackson complained, feeling that Downton was not domineering enough. "Your attitude will make others think that you are easy to bully."
The stranger's vigilance was high. As soon as Jackson burst out with malice, he had already turned his head and stared at him with a sharp gaze. At the same time, he held the double-edged battle ax on his back with his right hand.
"What are you going to do?" The stranger's voice was loud and his tone was very unfriendly. "If you want to steal my money bag, I will chop off your heads and use the skulls to make wine glasses."
"Barbarian, pay attention to your attitude." Downton's face turned cold. He didn't care about the collision, but that didn't mean he would tolerate such scolding.
That's right, the stranger standing in front of Downton is a barbarian nearly two meters tall. You can tell it from the red runes painted on his cheeks and his attire.
The barbarians once swept across most of the Western Continent under the leadership of their wisest king, Tanan, and established a barbarian kingdom. However, with the death of Tanan, the short-lived barbarian dynasty did not last even a hundred years, that is,
Declare a collapse.
This race does not engage in production, does not know how to plant or raise animals, and makes a living by hunting and plundering. For them, killing is as common as eating and drinking.
Even orcs would be ashamed of robbing, but barbarians have never had such troubles. They believe in the barbarian gods and firmly believe that no matter how they get the gold coins, as long as they put them in their pockets, they are theirs.
There is a proverb in the mainland, you can never convince a barbarian, because they will use a tomahawk to shut you up forever. It refers to their unreasonableness and brutality, so the reputation of barbarians in the human country is worse than that of orcs.
.
"You bumped into my master and you still haven't apologized. It seems that I need to teach you a lesson in etiquette." Jackson showed off his crossbow and activated his aura of agility, preparing to teach this barbarian a lesson.
The adventurers entering and exiting the tavern saw the conflict. Some people booed and others moved away. The barbarians were unreasonable. If they went crazy, they would even beat up the bystanders who didn't care. (To be continued.)