Hughes never recovered from the shock that Allen was an extraordinary knight until he followed Allen to the port of Blueport Town.
When he saw bundles of potion ingredients being brought out of the cabin, he could no longer remain calm.
"This is the bluebell, and this, the Incubus Fruit, my God, the Spirit-Enlightening Flower! It's really the Spirit-Evolving Flower!"
Hughes rushed to a temple knight reserve who was carrying medicine and yelled: "Do you know what you are doing? Knight!"
"This is the Qiling Flower! Oh my God! You actually broke its stem. Damn it, I will let Master Allen whip you to death, you idiot!"
Solu looked at the old man who kept jumping in front of him, and looked at the Lord God Envoy at a loss. He had no idea what Hughes was talking about.
After scolding for a while, Hughes seemed tired and snatched the Spirit-Enlightening Flower from Solu's hand: "I don't know which idiot is actually binding the Spirit-Enlightening Flower like this. I don't know that it should be packed in a box made of golden silk wood."
? It’s really stupid!”
Hughes was stroking the Spirit-Enlightening Flower while cursing. It was no wonder that Hughes was excited. As a baron's chief pharmacist, this was the second time that he had touched the Spirit-Enlightening Flower with his own hands after living for so long.
The first time was when he was an apprentice to his mentor.
Allen stood next to Hughes, listening to him curse, and coughed awkwardly. After all, he was the idiot that Hughes called him.
However, it was difficult for him to tell it. Allen thought to himself, if you had seen the vast number of Qiling Flowers planted on Crescent Island, you probably wouldn't be so surprised.
"Okay, Uncle Hughes, now you should believe what I say."
He spread his hands towards Hughes.
"Xin, of course I believe you, Master Allen," Hughes immediately reacted and flattered him, "I believe you, just like I believe the Baron."
Hearing Hughes mention his dead father, the smile on Allen's face slowly disappeared and he nodded silently.
"Hugh."
"Lord Allen!"
"The great God has said that he will definitely let me kill my enemies with my own hands," he looked at the sea in Blue Harbor, "I will definitely cut off Viscount Winter's head with my own hands. I swear in the name of God!"
Hughes felt the cold murderous aura coming from his master's body, and was silent for a moment, not daring to speak.
"Everyone, load the goods onto the carriage and return to the castle!"
"As you command, Lord God Envoy!"
"As you command, Master Allen!"
...
By the time everyone moved the goods back to the castle, it was already late at night.
The journey was uneventful. After returning to the castle, Hughes didn't bother to rest. He took a batch of potion ingredients and was about to refine the knight potion, but Alan stopped him.
Hughes couldn't defeat Allen and had to wait until the next day.
the next day.
Hughes woke up all the pharmacists early in the morning and went to work in the potion workshop.
Potions Workshop.
Hughes was arranging the precautions for refining knight potion, when Allen came to his door.
"Master Allen!"
"Master Allen!"
"..."
When everyone saw Allen, they all saluted him. After all, Allen would be their future allegiance.
Allen responded to everyone with a smile all the way. Allen was already very familiar with this kind of scene. As the heir to the baronet, he had received education in this area since he was a child.
"Uncle Hughes, morning!"
"Good morning, Master Allen!" After Hughes saluted Allen, he looked at Fulun beside him. When he saw the black magic lines on Fulun's cheek, his expression suddenly changed.
"Master Allen," Hughes hurriedly pulled Allen aside, "Why did you bring someone from the revival meeting? You know that the revival meeting is..."
"Of course I know, Uncle Hughes," Allen raised his hand, interrupting Hughes, "but Flan has broken away from the revival."
"You mean, he is a defector?"
Allen nodded.
"Even so, he may still be hunted down by the Revival Association. If you do this, you may cause trouble to the territory."
"Uncle Hughes, Fulen won't go anywhere. He will always stay in the potion workshop refining potions," Allen said, looking at Fulen, "I'm right, Mr. Fulen."
"Of course, Lord God Envoy!" Fulen immediately showed a flattering expression.
"Look, what I said is right."
Seeing the two singing in harmony, Hughes frowned and agreed. After all, Allen is the owner of the castle.
After Allen left, Hughes looked at Flan.
When Fulen saw Hughes looking at him, he immediately showed a disdainful expression.
"Is this how you refine knight potion?"
Before Hughes could say anything, Follen choked him first, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "Mr. Fullen, do you have any advice?"
"Advice is not a big deal. You should have studied the two books "Basic Theory of Potions" and "Principles of Potion Manufacturing".
"Basic Theory of Potions" and "Principles of Potion Manufacturing" are basic knowledge that must be learned by pharmacists. Hughes has been refining knight potions all his life, so he is naturally very familiar with them.
When the kid in front of me said this, it was a bit insulting.
"Learned it." Hughes said in a choked voice.
"Actually, the principle of making potions is very simple, especially for knight potions. To sum up, it can be roughly divided into three steps: the processing of potion materials, the extraction of medicinal properties, and the fusion of medicinal properties."
When Hughes heard this, he knew that the man in front of him was not just boasting. He did have some unique insights into refining potions, so he simply continued to listen.
"The three steps I mentioned are each more difficult than the last."
Hughes nodded.
Seeing Hughes nodding, Fulen smiled at the corner of his mouth: "But when I entered this potion workshop, I saw what you were doing. Each pharmacist worked alone, from the processing of medicinal materials to the fusion of medicinal properties, there was no cooperation at all."
Flan paused, "What is the success rate of your pharmacist refining the knight potion?"
"Less than 30%."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, nobles in small places, even if they control the potion workshop, they still carry out the most primitive production methods."
When Hughes heard this, not only was he not angry, but he laughed: "Mr. Flan, it seems that you look down on our small place, Blue Harbor Town. Then I will truthfully report your thoughts to Master Allen later."
.”
Hearing this, Fulun's face froze, and he was pretending too much.
Fulen then smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Hughes is joking, how could I look down on Blueport Town?"
He coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment and continued: "Why don't you try letting pharmacists specialize in one job?"
"What do you mean?"
Fulen told Hughes about the method of large-scale manufacturing of knight potions that he learned in the revival meeting, and he was very excited when he heard it.
If Zheng Dong heard what Fulun said, he would definitely say, isn't this just streamlined production?