"I wonder what test questions my brother will get? I hope the evaluation standards for potion masters won't be too strict."
Elaine stood in the shade of the tree, watching the dejected candidates walking out of the teaching building. Her mood became more and more nervous. When Downton came out, she ran over as soon as possible: "How is it?"
"Full marks!" Downton made an OK gesture.
"Praise the goddess, I knew my brother was the best." Elaine immediately cried with joy, hugged Downton, and kissed him on the cheek.
Several nearby candidates were stunned for a moment when they heard Downton's answer, and then felt deep envy.
"Let's go home." In order to reassure his sister, Downton told the episode where the old man wanted to take him on as an apprentice: "It's a pity. If there wasn't an independent laboratory, I would definitely agree to him."
"It doesn't matter. I believe that my brother will definitely become a great potion master." Elaine waved her fist. Downton had never let her down.
After receiving the Templar badge, passing the Potion Master exam, and spending another twenty days in the Great Library, using up his once-a-week opportunity to enter, Downton was completely idle.
“It’s wonderful to not have to work or have to work hard every day to make a living, but to be able to do something you like.”
Lying in the wicker chair on the balcony, looking at the blooming flower beds in the back garden and the grape vines covering the swing frame, Downton sighed and stretched out beautifully.
"It's rare to see you free."
Xian Lang also leaned on the lounge chair, squinting his eyes while enjoying the sunbath, and teased Downton.
There was a book on her belly. On the title page was written "A Brief History of Time" in four large gilt characters. The content was very profound and it was a work by a scepter-level magician.
Downton did not answer, but glanced at Xia Luo. Looking at Xian Lang's beautiful cheeks, he couldn't help but reveal a smile. He really hoped that time would stay at this moment forever.
Probably because of the relationship at home, Charlotte took off her cloak, not hiding her identity as a wolf girl at all. Her long, silky brown hair fell to the ground because of her lying position. Like a waterfall, her ears drooped, full of excitement.
A lazy breath.
Even if it was just to enjoy the quiet time for the two of them together, Downton felt that it was worthwhile to keep those orc slaves, otherwise the wise wolf would have left long ago.
One! Two!
The sound of long and uniform chants came from the street, which was the slave regiment running.
Under the supervision of instructor Quasimodo, the ogres never took a lunch break. They had a full schedule of classes every day, and their efforts were always rewarded. The brutal training during these days gave them the aura of unruly gangsters.
A lot is missing, and all that remains is iron-bloodedness, toughness, discipline, and obedience.
Being able to eat three full meals a day, coupled with uniform standard armor and weapons, makes the ogres very cohesive and can't wait to fight for Downton.
"Master, afternoon tea is ready!"
After Abagong knocked on the door, he pushed a dining cart in and placed several plates of pastries and black tea on the table.
Regardless of his identity as a goblin, Abagon is undoubtedly the best butler. When Downton can't take care of it, he not only keeps all the daily affairs of the family in order, but also supervises the money-making matters.
"Our family was so poor that we didn't even have enough to eat when we were young, but my father was still reluctant to sell those books and kept forcing me to learn all kinds of knowledge and etiquette. I always wanted to run away and even laughed at him. The glory of the great goblin era
They were gone, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not bring them back."
Abagong put one hand behind his back and held the teapot in his right hand to add tea to his master. The amber tea flowed out, filling the balcony with a refreshing fragrance.
The white shirt, black butler's dress, and that confident smile make the green goblin extremely professional.
"Your father probably wanted to recreate the era of hobgoblins." Downton smiled, "Besides, you don't have to go hungry if you learn a skill. If you steal or rob, you will be caught and hanged one day."
"Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is remembrance. In fact, it is just a boring delusion of a middle-aged goblin." Abagon smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I hadn't met you, my master, I would have died in a cave in the wilderness and been eaten by wild beasts.
All gone."
Mainstream society will not recognize goblins. Abagon has a deep understanding of this when he went out to do business. If it weren't for the golden sign of Andrea, even those few business orders would not be able to start. The first thing the businessman saw when he saw it was
As soon as I had a thought, I already regarded it as a thief.
"Don't make yourself look so miserable." Downton smiled, "What are you going to have for dinner? Is the kitchen stocked enough?"
"Sometimes I think, thank goodness Master Walnut caught me, otherwise I wouldn't have met you." Abagon got excited and wanted to kneel down and kiss Downton's boots, but he stopped him.
"There is enough food, but I suggest you throw those ogres back to the Dragon Hills as soon as possible. They are too edible, but they cannot produce any value." Abagon complained about this, "In addition, you should write a letter to urge them.
Dofink, when will you get the position of mayor? This is related to the development of many plans."
"I will."
As soon as Downton finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Walnut rushed in. She grabbed a handful of pastries, stuffed them into her mouth, and burrowed under the table, muttering vaguely: "
If Homer comes to see me, just say he didn't see it."
Charlotte chuckled. It's strange that Homer couldn't hear your rustling sound like a pine tree.
"With Homer's wisdom, he doesn't even need to enter this door, you can just go out obediently." Downton teased.
"No, if I don't go out, what can it do?" Hutao showed his head, with confusion on his face, "Abagong, give me some more cakes, with strawberries in them."
Abagong complied.
Nutahu eats Heese and complains by the way, "Homer must torture me on purpose. Those questions are too difficult. I know the individual words, but when they are connected together, who knows what they mean? But Homer still insists on me setting the rules.
Make it within the time limit. If you can’t do it, you won’t be allowed to eat. Ugh, I haven’t eaten for two, no, five meals.”
Hutao stretched out his left hand and made a gesture. He felt that five meals was not miserable enough, so he stuffed the cake in his right hand into his mouth and bit it, then stretched out five fingers and said, "Ten meals."
Bang, the cake fell down, and the walnut made an ouch. He lowered his head hurriedly, and although he bit it before it hit the ground, the inertia was too great, and he hit the floor with his head.
The little loli frowned in pain.
"I thought you were just having fun and forgot to eat." Downton rolled his eyes. Elaine sewed a lion puppet-style satchel for Hutao to put her daily necessities.
After the little Loli got it, she stuffed more than half of the snacks into it, so she wouldn't be hungry at all.
"Uh." Hu Tao was dumbfounded. She was indeed playing. She used to live alone. She had to spend a lot of effort to find food. Since joining Downton, the little Loli has never been hungry again.
"Hu Tao, if you don't show up in the study within one minute, your homework will increase five times today, and you won't be able to leave the house again for the next week."
Homer's warning floated up to the balcony.
"I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it!" Hutao squatted on the ground and covered his ears. "I didn't hear anything."
"Very good, ten seconds have passed. The strawberry cake you eat every day is gone."
Hutao swallowed and hesitated a little, but still said harshly, "I can endure not eating for a day, no, a week."
"Your orange juice is gone. The supply of various candies will also be cut off. By the way, don't you want to buy a giant doll to make up a hundred troops? I'm telling you clearly. It's gone."
Hu Tao compromised and wanted to come out, but after glancing at Downton and Xia Luo, she found that they were looking at her and felt that she couldn't save face.
"Hmph, if I have pocket money, I can buy it secretly!"
Hutao smiled like a fox who successfully stole grapes from the farmer's manor. She felt that she was very smart, but the next second her smile froze.
"Of course, the most important thing is that all your pocket money will be stopped. I will tell Downton and Abagon that you can't even get a single coin from them."
"ah!"
Hu Tao stood up in shock, but bumped his head on the table, and immediately squatted down in pain.
"I count to three, this is your last chance, one!"
"Don't shout, I just went out to pee, I didn't run away."
Hutao made an excuse, got out from under the table, and sprinted away. After leaving the door, he ran back after a few seconds and explained to Downton, "I definitely didn't study for pocket money.
It’s to become a top student like my big brother, well, you must believe me.”
Looking at Hu Tao running away, Downton took a sip of black tea with a smile on his face. With Homer's guidance, he didn't know what would happen to Hu Tao in the future?
"Big brother is so awesome. Homer didn't need to look for me, I just ran out on my own." Hutao dove into the study, still thinking about what Downton just said, "When can I be like him?"
"Master, the day after tomorrow the Montalcino Merchant Group affiliated with the Lombard Empire will hold a large-scale auction. Do you want to participate?"
Abagon handed the auction item list he obtained after investigation to the owner, "Because we want to keep it mysterious, some valuable items are not listed on it. We can only see it in person."
"Can I come in?" Downton casually took the form and browsed it.
"Of course, but every guest entering the venue needs to pay a deposit of 100,000 gold coins, which is also proof of financial resources and identity." Abagong explained that this is a high-end auction, mainly for the upper class, those small nobles in the countryside.
Even if you want to enter and open your eyes, you can't afford the deposit.
"Do you think it's necessary?" Downton asked.
"You can broaden your horizons, or communicate with those nobles and businessmen, and increase your connections. Of course, the most important thing is the auction items." Abagon bowed and explained, "I have heard that there will be a Dark Purgatory at the auction.
Walnuts are for sale. In addition, there seem to be some precious magic materials, but the confidentiality of the three final products is very strict, so I didn't find out." (To be continued...)
ps: This volume is coming to an end, I have sorted out the outline.