Kevin's inflammatory words were like throwing a boulder into the lake, causing a commotion in the hall in an instant.
Ever since the battle between Grean and Old Merlin, almost everyone in Garros City knew that the Magic Guild had a potion master. The name of this potion master was Feyre. But they only knew that the Magic Guild had never admitted it on any occasion.
However, it has never been publicly announced that they have a master pharmacist.
Until just now, Kevin finally admitted it himself.
Even if everyone present already knew some of the inside story, it was difficult to conceal their shock when they heard Kevin admit it in person. What is the concept of a Potion Master? He is a figure who has already transcended the world. A few bottles of small potions can...
It's enough to bring a force from decline to rise, and it's enough to make a huge family fall apart in an instant.
The character who originally only existed in rumors finally became a fact in Kevin's mouth. For a while, the guild hall became a bit chaotic. Everyone was whispering and everyone was looking around. The commotion in that moment,
Almost the entire guild hall was flooded.
The scene was a little out of control, but Kevin didn't show any panic at all. He just looked at the venue with a smile and waited patiently for them to calm down.
At this time, Greg was having an extremely speculative discussion with the city lord Isaac.
Not far away from the two of them, there were several heads of forces looking around, all wanting to come over and have sex with Greg.
Today's Magic Guild is not what it used to be. Before Lin Li came, who would want to have any friendship with the Magic Guild? They want money, no money, no people, no one, and despite being the number one force in Garros, their lives are more difficult than anyone else's.
, let alone the Eleven Magic Families, the six underground forces, and even some weak forces, I am afraid they are not very interested in dealing with the Magic Guild.
But ever since the news about the Potion Master came out, the Magic Guild has turned from a pheasant to a phoenix, and in an instant it has become the most popular force in Garros. Who doesn’t want to fawn over Greg? That’s a person who follows the Potion Master. As long as he can
Establish a good relationship with this old guy, not to mention anything else, this auction alone is worth at least 100,000 gold coins!
Besides, he is a master of potions. He cannot only have a few bottles of arcane potions. As long as he can establish a relationship with Greg, he will have an endless supply of potions...
Thinking about the past Magic Guild, they were already in such a state of decline. Just because of an agreement in the Dark Ages, they could get a batch of potions from the Pharmacy Guild every year, which established their position as the number one force in Garros.
If there is a constant supply of potions, who else in the entire city of Garros, except the Magic Guild, can compete with him?
It's a pity that Greg's eyes are looking upward now.
Several power leaders were cowering there, but when they tried to come over, they were stopped by the two followers of the city lord. They had no choice but to ask Grean for help with pitiful eyes.
But how can Gre'an care about their life and death now? The leaders of several forces stood nearby for a long time, but they couldn't make Gre'an blink more. He was currently busy talking to the Lord of the City.
"Isaac, since you call me Uncle Greg, then I, as an uncle, must not be stingy. It's just a few bottles of arcane potions. If you need it, just ask. Although I don't have any ability, uncle, I still have this point.
It can be done.”
Listening to Grean's eloquent words, City Lord Isaac felt dumbfounded...
Just now I just vaguely mentioned that when Gregorian was just a young mage, his father had met him once. Unexpectedly, this old guy rolled his eyes and immediately upgraded their relationship to the level of a family friend.
Claiming to have become Uncle Greg...
This, this, this... I am almost fifty years old this year, and Greg is only sixty years old at most. Is there an uncle as young as him?
But Isaac can sit in the position of the Lord of Garros for ten years, which is not an ordinary figure. Garros is a place where major forces are fighting and in chaos. If he didn't have some means, he, the Lord of the City, would have been there long ago.
He was eaten by people.
Although I felt a bit dumbfounded in my heart, there was no clue on my face, so I simply took advantage of the situation and recognized this cheap uncle Ge Ruian with my eyes closed.
Anyway, given Greg's current status, it wouldn't be too much of a disadvantage to accept him as such a cheap uncle...
"Uncle Greg is joking. I have no ambitions for arcane potions. I came to the Magic Guild today just to meet the legendary potion master." Isaac is also considered a talent. A cheap uncle suddenly appeared, but his name is
He speaks more fluently than anyone else, as if Greg and his family were family friends...
"This is not possible! You have finally come to the Magic Guild. How can I, as an uncle, have the nerve to let you go back empty-handed?" Hearing that the other party did not intend to compete for the arcane potion, Greg was elated, but his face was full of joy.
He didn't show any signs of it and wanted to give the Lord the City Lord a greeting gift, but he really seemed like an uncle who loved the younger generation.
The two of them declined, but in the end Isaac couldn't defeat Grean, and he forced a bottle of arcane potion into his hand.
Gregorian left with satisfaction, leaving the city lord alone sitting there dumbfounding.
After a long time, the chief mage of the City Lord's Mansion came over and reported a few words to him in a low voice.
"Can't find it?" When Isaac raised his head again, there was no trace of embarrassment in his expression anymore, replaced by a sense of solemnity and majesty: "You mean, you can't find that person?"
"Yes, Lord City Lord, I have tried the method Mr. Green said, but I can't find that person at all."
"Did Mr. Green guess wrong?" The Lord of the City looked solemnly, scanning the faces of everyone in the hall one by one, and then lowered his voice and asked the black-robed mage: "Do you think it is possible that this person is not actually a pharmacist?
guild?"
"This should be impossible. Apart from the Pharmacist Guild, how could anyone else be able to prepare arcane potions..."
"Is there no other possibility?" Isaac rubbed his temples, looking a little painful.