The profession that Medel and his team are engaged in is called potion brokers, and they squat in the association hall every day just to wait for a few talented apprentices.
The poorer the apprentices are, the happier the agents are, because it means they can sign these potential new candidates at a small cost.
"Medel, you are also an intermediate potion master after all. Don't you feel embarrassed to compete with us for new recruits? Go back to your laboratory to prepare potions."
Someone ridiculed Medel, which triggered more condemnation.
"I want you to take care of it!" Medel gestured to his colleagues with a middle finger, and then talked to Downton affectionately, "I have more than twenty apprentices under me now, and they are all studying in my luxurious laboratory. Are you interested in entering?
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Medel's talent was average, and he was too lazy to work hard, so he could no longer make progress in potions. However, he found that he was good at training apprentices, so he embarked on the path of an agent.
"Sorry." Downton refused. No matter how luxurious your laboratory is, can it be compared to the hive? That is the laboratory of Ambreda, a biochemical potion company that is well-known in all major planes. The construction cost alone is more than that of a building.
There are five Battleford palaces.
"Are you a student or an apprentice? It seems that your situation is not very good. If you sign a contract with me, I can give you a subsidy immediately."
Medel's words stunned the surrounding agents. Generally, everyone first looks at the candidate's level. Even if they fail the exam, they will sign as long as they have potential. However, they generally won't be as reckless as Medel. After all, no matter how small the signing bonus is,
It's also money.
"You know nothing." Medel despises those blind agents. No wonder you can't make money. Don't you see that this young man is fundamentally different from other newcomers? Ever since he came in, he has not shown any signs of anxiety or nervousness.
.This shows that people have everything in mind.
Of course, the most important thing is that Downton has the Golden Crown Tree Garden pen in his pocket. Judging from his shabby clothes, he obviously cannot afford such an imitation worth thousands of gold coins, which means that the pen is his reward.
, the change of direction proved his level of knowledge in potions.
"Thank you. I don't need it!" The exam had to fill out a form, so Downton took out the pen in advance. After all, he didn't want to open the war space in public. Unexpectedly, the attentive Medel noticed it.
"Please fill out these two forms in detail and do not write false information. If you are caught, you will be deprived of the qualification to take the exam for life." The female receptionist handed over the form and ink bottle.
"Thank you!" After politely thanking him, Downton glanced at the content to be filled in, then picked up the quill inserted in the ink bottle and wrote carefully.
"The handwriting is pretty good."
Medel struck up a conversation and looked at Downton's information, and a dozen agents also came over, talking in all directions.
"The handwriting is really good."
"You're only sixteen? You have a lot of potential for development."
"I'm Di Polo, look, he actually filled in the occupation column as Paladin, and it's the second level of war. This qualification is too good. Why should I learn potions? Why don't I just become a Paladin?
Yes? Maybe in a few years, we will have another dragon-slaying magic user in Delankfurt."
An agent screamed, and others were also amazed, but they no longer had expectations for Downton. After all, a person's energy and time are limited. To reach the second level of war at such an age, he must have worked hard.
So how much time will he have to learn potions?
With the knowledge of the brokers, they naturally do not know that there are such magical existences as large libraries and independent laboratories in this world.
Downton smiled bitterly, being supervised by the aestheticist Homer, how could he practice his calligraphy without being gorgeous.
"Huh? Why are these two boxes empty?" An agent pointed to the location of the school, "If you have never been to school, just fill in the name of your tutor."
Downton nodded and continued to fill out the form.
The agents are waiting to see who Downton's mentor is. Basically, they all know the famous potions masters. From their names, they can roughly judge Downton's knowledge level and the price required to recruit him. However, when Downton submits the form,
When I returned to the receptionist, both boxes were blank.
"You're not self-taught, are you?" an agent teased, but there was no admiration in his tone, but a hint of contempt.
"The form cannot be blank." The female receptionist checked it and handed the form back. "It doesn't matter if you haven't been to school. Just fill in the name of the instructor you are following."
"I have no mentor." Downton was depressed. He couldn't write about Homer. He was worried that someone would know the whereabouts of the grimoire through his name.
"Self-taught?" The corners of Medel's mouth twitched, and her heart dropped.
"Um!"
After hearing Downton's answer, the agents all cursed and walked away.
"What a waste of time."
"Self-taught? If potions masters could be self-taught, then it wouldn't be the most profitable profession with the highest entry barriers."
"It's simply whimsical. This is potion science, which requires the use of your brain. It's not an engineer profession where you can easily earn copper coins by practicing your muscles a few times."
"Young man, you are in the wrong place. Turn left when you go out. The Mercenary Association is on the other side of the road." An agent joked. Of course, if Downton's rank hadn't made them afraid, they would have said uglier words.
The other candidates who were going through the formalities breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. It turned out to be a fool.
"I understand that you want a decent career and a high income, but potions is really not something you can achieve with hard work." Medel patted his shoulder, "You have to pay two hundred gold coins to take the exam.
Yeah, don’t waste that money.”
"Thank you for the reminder." Downton casually filled in a name in the tutor column and handed it to the female receptionist.
"Please pay the registration fee of 200 gold coins." The female receptionist kindly suggested, "Young man, you have more prerequisites to become a Paladin than this."
"I know what I should do?" Downton took out a stack of golden tickets from his pocket, took out one of one thousand denominations and gave it to the receptionist. He had no choice, he only had one of this size.
"I'm Di Polo, you turn out to be a rich man!" Medel's eyes almost popped out, and these words also alarmed other agents.
Everyone in the hall looked at Downton in confusion, unable to connect his golden ticket with his shabby clothes.
"Look here, please keep a normal expression." The female receptionist pointed a metal box at Downton. This was to take a photo of the admission ticket, in case someone took the exam on his behalf.
Bang, a flash of light burst out from the metal box, and then a photo shrunk by one-third came out from the gap below. On it was Downton's head, so lifelike that even the hairs could be seen clearly.
Medel pestered Downton to talk, but the information he got was pitiful, and most of the time he wouldn't answer at all.
Fifteen minutes later, the female receptionist handed the admission ticket to Downton and patiently explained, "On the first of next month, at 8 a.m., the exam will be held in Room 303, Area B, St. George School. If you are half an hour late, you will not be allowed to enter."
The Potion Master qualification examination is very strict. Not only the time but also the content must be adhered to. The exam is held on the first day of every two months and is invigilated by six Potion Masters from the association at the same time.
After several candidates inquired about the information, they took their admission tickets and left. Their agents, who had been eyeing them for a long time, immediately chased them out.
"Where do you live? I'm going to help you tutor some common sense in this field. In fact, there are some skills in the exam. Not to mention making up for the lack of knowledge, at least it will not affect your normal performance." Medel feels that even if Downton fails,
The potion master will also be a good paladin. It is right to build a good relationship in advance. "You won't welcome me as a guest, right?"
"I live at No. 63 Oak Street, Dongcheng District. If you are free, you can come as a guest!" Downton left a message, thanked the receptionist and Medel, and turned to leave.
"Ah, did I hear you right? It's a wealthy area there!" The female receptionist looked at Downton's back with a look of astonishment.
"More than that, if I remember correctly, that's a villa there." As a wealthy potion master, Medel's home is near Oak Street. "Oh no, I made a mistake. This guy might be a rich man with eccentricities."
Where’s the second generation?”
Back at the villa, Abagong was allocating rooms and instructing everyone to clean up An's home. Downton originally wanted to help, but Elaine stopped him.
"Tomorrow I have to go to the branch to take the holy knight license test. You should go and catch up on the basic knowledge first." Elaine handed a stack of theology books to Downton, "These are all first-year courses, and the red lines above are the key points.
, even if you can’t memorize it, you still need to know the general outline.”
"Homer, open the great library!" Downton glanced at it a few times and put the book aside. "I don't have time to study any theological issues."
Abagon was a competent housekeeper and kept everything in order. When Downton came out the next morning, he found that the villa already had the look and atmosphere of home.
"I thought you would be late. Come on, wash up and eat. You have to leave." Elaine held a basin of water and pushed out of Downton's room.
"Master, we need to buy some food and clothes for the slaves and orcs." Abagon stood beside him, handed over a list, and reported on the day's work, "What style do you think is suitable? I suggest highlighting the family's
Character and Honor.”
"We are just civilians, so what's the family crest?" Elaine rolled her eyes at Abagon, "Just ordinary clothes."
"Okay, I will decide on this, try to be both beautiful and practical." Abagong wrote down, "I suggest recruiting at least five servants to be responsible for chores such as laundry and cooking, and purchasing five maids to take care of them.
The food and daily life of the masters.”
"It's up to you to take care of the servants. There's no need for maids. We have arms and legs, what can't we do?" Downton hired servants not for enjoyment, but to save everyone's time and give Elaine and the others more to do.
Study in your spare time.
"Okay master, the carriage is ready." Abagong bowed and stepped aside, "I wish you a pleasant trip!"
"This is the key to Tutor Andrea's room. If there is anyone, don't go in. If there is no one, just clean up. I will go find you after I take leave." Elaine is going to the Toffee Opera.
Although her brother is rich, she will not forget the kindness of Captain Madeleine in helping her. (To be continued...)