This old man doesn't seem to be a temptation, but he really wants to take on a disciple?
And the conditions offered are pretty good?
I didn't tell you earlier...
Fortunately, I almost thought that the dean was a bad old man with evil intentions.
Raymond frowned.
But when he thought about it carefully, he was still a little confused.
This is a good opportunity in front of him, and it can even be regarded as a shortcut to make him stronger.
But the corresponding risks are not small.
It is a disaster rather than a blessing for a child to go through the busy market with gold.
Before you have the ability to protect yourself, you obviously need to think carefully about doing something so public.
...
Obviously, the old man had thought carefully before speaking.
"I know what you are worried about..."
After all, he is an elder who has lived for most of his life. Aldrich probably guessed Raymond's concerns.
He said: "When the administrator told me before that you denied refining the magic potion, I probably guessed it. Are you afraid that the big tree attracts wind and will arouse the ill will of other students?"
Hearing this, Raymond just frowned and remained silent.
Aldrich smiled and continued: "Well, if you become my disciple, I won't announce it to the public for the time being. So, you probably don't have to worry about other problems and just concentrate on learning how to prepare potions with me.
good."
Hearing this,
"What?"
The confusion in Raymond's eyes disappeared instantly, and he immediately became energetic.
Can it still be done like this?
If you can get benefits without having to be in the limelight, wouldn't that mean you have no worries at all?
Now that the words had come to this point, he felt that he would be really stupid if he hesitated any longer.
"that..."
Even if it slaps him in the face for what he just said, Raymond still feels that the opportunity is too good to miss.
He said shamelessly: "Master Dean, I suddenly remembered. It seems that... I accidentally prepared that magic potion."
Don't deny it?
Aldrich didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stroked the white beard under his chin and said jokingly: "What...didn't you just deny that you refined the potion?"
Raymond scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.
"You guys, it's hard to be cautious like this."
Aldrich smiled and shook his head, not really paying attention to this question.
Hearing Raymond's response, he involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially after Raymond personally prepared a potion in front of the old man, Aldrich became more and more satisfied with this closed-door disciple who was a bit thief but extremely talented.
Raymond is one of the students he has ever seen who has the best attitude and the most solid basic knowledge.
He was able to remain extremely calm and calm throughout the entire process of refining the medicine, which was an extraordinary concentration.
Concentration is also one of the most needed talents for a potion master.
But for some reason, Aldrich always felt that after successfully recruiting a disciple, his right eyelid twitched violently.
He would never have thought that in the future he would become famous throughout the Endless Sea because of this fucked apprentice.
...
Recently, you can't go to the school's public laboratory, otherwise you will be drowned in the spit of those nobles.
However, Raymond found that the old man Aldrich was quite good as a potion master.
At least in addition to the benefits the old man mentioned, he also enjoyed more conveniences.
For example, you can use the old man's private laboratory.
This is a high-end laboratory with the best equipment and instruments in the Black Sea.
...
The course at the academy is over,
Raymond plans to go back to Rum Street to have a look.
After all, Mark's father is a wounded person, so he doesn't feel at ease if he is left alone at home.
"Little Raymond, come in quickly..."
Old Mark seemed to have been waiting at the door for Raymond to come home, mysteriously.
"What's the matter, Daddy Mark?"
Raymond saw that the little old man was able to get off the ground neatly, and it seemed that the wound was recovering well.
Old Mark pulled Raymond into the house, looked outside, and then closed the door.
Raymond placed the fresh fish and fruits he bought next to the boiler and said with a smile: "Dad Mark, what happened to you today? It's mysterious."
Old Mark didn't hesitate and took out a test tube containing light blue medicine from under the bed.
He shook the test tube, his brows arching with joy like a naughty boy showing off candy.
"Hey, guess what this is?"
"Potion?"
Of course Raymond recognized it as a magic potion.
And no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the potion in front of him looked familiar.
"Hehe...this is the high-purity potion that Dad bought at a huge price!"
Old Mark said with a proud face: "I specifically asked Mr. Luke from the potion shop to check it. He said that this is a high-quality potion with a purity of more than 30%! This is better than the one I bought for you before.
The purity of three bottles is much higher.”
Raymond finally knew why he looked familiar.
There was a thump in his heart,
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
After swallowing his saliva, Raymond asked without giving up: "Well... what is the name of this potion?"
"Mr. Luke said it was called [The Thief]!"
Old Mark was extremely proud. He revealed the name in one breath and said: "Haha, don't think it has a bad name. It's very effective... Little Raymond, if you take it, you will definitely be able to successfully awaken to the extraordinary this time!
"
Damn it, it was really one of the few potions I sold this morning.
Raymond was in a very complicated mood now. After looking at Old Mark's excited expression, he didn't want to pour cold water on him.
Yesterday he asked a doctor to treat old Mark's injury, which cost him fifty thousand quarks.
This means that when he picks up the customized firearms tomorrow, he will have a huge funding gap.
Thinking about it, before he went to school this morning, he sold some of the potions he successfully refined yesterday to the potion shop at a low price.
Unexpectedly, when he changed hands, it was back in his own hands.
Seeing that his face was not very good, Old Mark asked: "What's wrong? Little Raymond, you don't seem to be very happy?"
Raymond's head was covered with black lines, and he asked painfully: "Dad Mark, how much did you spend on this potion?"
"Oh, so you're worried about money?"
Mark smiled heartily, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about money, Dad still has some savings..."
"How much did it cost?"
"Fifty thousand quarks..."
Damn you, profiteer!
Labor and capital sold it for only 18,000, but you changed hands and sold it for 50,000?
Raymond's heartache disappeared for a moment, but then he thought, where did Mark's father get the money?
How could he spend 50,000 quarks to buy the magic potion now when he obviously didn't even have the money to save his life yesterday?