But as they watched, everyone felt that something was not right, especially people like Hoffman, who had a body full of fat but specialized in all kinds of technical details. They could tell immediately that this kid was not someone who was easy to deal with. No matter the technique or the details, there was nothing to be picky about.
Among the young pharmacists who had emerged in recent years, Elin was the most talented. He was also Balbo's direct disciple. Hoffman had always thought that Elin would be the most promising among this batch of young people. He did not expect that there would be two young people appearing in today's gathering. That one called Milo was fine. Although he had carried out that weird formula to the end, there was not much praiseworthy in terms of technique. At most, it could only be considered average.
But now, this kid was really incredible. He did not know where this kid came from. He looked like he was in his twenties, but he was like an old man in his seventies or eighties when he concocted the potion. Be it his technique or technique, it could be described as perfect. From the moment he stood in front of the potion table, Hoffman had noticed a detail. This young man's operation speed was not too fast, but it was frighteningly stable. From the start to the end, he did not see his hands tremble even once. It was as if it was not a pair of hands, but a precise machine.
Hoffman was a pharmaceutics Master himself, and he had an almost paranoid pursuit of pharmaceutical techniques. From the age of 16 to 50, he had been dealing with all kinds of potions for the past few decades. After decades of persistence, he had honed a set of pharmaceutical techniques that even Balbo could not stop praising.
However, when this young man walked to the potion table, Hoffman suddenly realized that the pharmaceutical techniques that he was so proud of were not as good as this young man in his twenties.
Hoffman was dumbfounded in an instant …
"This, this, this … this is too fake, isn't it?" Hoffman stood there in a daze, watching him extract the peacebloom's juice and separate the Dragon Tongue Orchid from the Silver Leaf Grass. His movements seemed slow and unhurried, but there was not the slightest bit of hesitation or mistake.
What was most unbelievable to Hoffman was that this young man's control of the temperature of the crucible was like magic. While he was processing the various herbs, he actually maintained a spell-casting state. He used the Flaming Hands and the Chilling Touch alternately, continuously adjusting the temperature of the crucible so that the liquid in the crucible would always be in a boiling state.
"Is he still human?" Hoffman almost went crazy on the spot.
Mages and Conjurers were two similar professions. How could Hoffman not know what kind of state a mage needed to be in when casting a spell? Be it the control of mental strength or mana, they had to be fully focused. During this process, even a sneeze could be fatal, let alone anything else.
Not to mention, this kid was concocting this potion that stumped all Felan pharmacists while casting two spells alternately. Besides, look at his demeanor; it was as if he was strolling leisurely in the courtyard. It was so relaxed that people couldn't help but want to bang their heads against the wall.
Hoffman dared not imagine how much mana he would need to continuously cast those two spells.
"Andoine, where did you find this gunman? Why is he so powerful?"
"Pah! What gunman? Would I be that despicable? Let me tell you, this is my new apprentice. If you don't believe me, you can ask the head assassin. I just introduced him to me. "
"Are you serious …"
"Of course it's true!"
Ever since the day he became a mage, Andoine had been bullied by the pharmacists. He would often say all sorts of nice things, but in the end, he had to use some precious magical materials to exchange for those pitiful bottles of potions from the high and mighty pharmacists. Later on, although he joined the Supreme Council and became friends with Balbo, those pharmacists did not dare to offend him on the surface, but they never said anything good about him behind his back.
Andoine had endured for decades, and he had finally endured until today. Now, how would he still be polite to Hoffman?
The old man's neck was stiff, and his face was full of pride. "But forget it, it's hard for you to understand with your IQ."
"You're really not lying to me?" Hoffman blinked his small eyes. He still couldn't believe it. "You really didn't spend money to hire him to humiliate the Pharmacists Guild?"
"Pah! Am I that free? I …"
"That's true …" Hoffman thought about it carefully. It was indeed logical. His two small eyes squinted, and he put on a flattering smile. "This, Master Andoine, can you tell me, who did this young man learn pharmaceutics from? How is he so powerful at such a young age?"
"Nonsense. Of course, my apprentice learned from me. Otherwise, are you the one who taught him?"
"…" Hoffman rolled his eyes. It would be weird if I believed you.
Of course, he did not dare to say this out loud.
"Yes, yes, yes. Of course, you taught him." Hoffman continued to flatter, and his smile became even more flattering. "What I mean is, other than you, did anyone else teach him?"
"That's all," Andoine answered proudly.
"…"
Fortunately, Hoffman was thick-skinned enough. He was not angry at all after being ridiculed by Andoine. Instead, he served the old man very attentively. He addressed him as Master, and was just short of calling him Sir.
"Master Andoine, after the gathering, can you let your disciple have a chat with me?"
"I can't make the decision for that …"
This time, Andoine really did not spout nonsense. He really could not make the decision for this matter. This kid Felic had too many secrets. Even Andoine, who was the most familiar with him, often did not know what he was thinking about. Hoffman said he could have a chat with him, but who knew what he wanted to talk about? Andoine did not dare to agree to such matters.
"If that's the case …" Hoffman thought for a while, and asked with a flattering face, "How about this, Master Andoine, help me pass a message to him. Just say that Hoffman has a few questions to ask him. If he can help me solve these questions, I am willing to give him the Book of Ten Thousand Incantations."
"Book of Ten Thousand Incantations!" Andoine's voice rose a few octaves. But very soon, he realized that he had lost his composure. The old man quickly stopped drooling, and put on a dignified face. "Yes, I will try my best …"
"Thank you, Master Andoine."
"This damned fatty, he's really willing to part with his capital. He even took out the Book of Ten Thousand Incantations …" Andoine muttered to himself after watching Hoffman walk far away. The Book of Ten Thousand Incantations was a really good thing. Even Andoine, who was already a Legendary powerhouse, could not help but drool when he first heard about it. It was no exaggeration to say that Hoffman's achievements today were at least partly due to the Book of Ten Thousand Incantations. With this thing, Hoffman could stand tall in the Breezy Plains, where powerhouses ran rampant, with his mere level-16 strength.
It seemed that he really had to talk to that kid Felic about this …
And at this time, Lin Li's Void Power Potion was almost done.
Out of the ten herbs, eight had been put into the crucible. At this time, there were two beakers beside him. One was filled with the Moonlight Grass, and the other with the Sunflower. To ensure the effects of the Sunflower, Lin Li had even specially made some ice cubes to suppress it. In the sparkling ice cubes, the unique red color of the Sunflower was unusually bright.
Balbo's gaze was fixated on Lin Li's hands. Everything that this young man had displayed had once again subverted his common sense. The perfect combination of magic and potion. Even Balbo, who had been associated with potions for decades, was in awe at the sight of it all.
"Burnside, quickly help me think of a way." When Balbo said this, the expression on his face was unusually serious. "No matter the price, our Pharmacists Guild must get this genius. Otherwise, I will become the sinner of the Pharmacists Guild!"
"Sir President, I really have no other way this time. I've helped you find out just now. Let him leave the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, but he will definitely not agree …" Old Grimm spread his hands, and revealed a bitter smile.
"Then there's no other way?"
"What other way?" Old Grimm could not help but be angry. "Don't tell me you and I can step forward and take him in as an apprentice? Don't joke around. It's not like you didn't see it. Andoine has lived for more than a hundred years, and he only took in this one apprentice. He treats him like a treasure every day. How would there be a chance for us to poach him? "
"Andoine, that old bastard, his luck is really too good." Balbo thought for a long time, and had to admit that what Old Grimm said was indeed the truth. "If only we had taken action earlier …"
"Oh, yes, I remembered something!" Just as he was feeling dejected, Old Grimm suddenly remembered something. "Perhaps, you can think of a way on this."
"What is it?"
"When I went to help you find out just now, Felic mentioned it to me once. He said that he wanted to buy some Leaf of the Origin Tree from the guild. Why don't you use this as a bargaining chip to talk to him?"
"Let me think …"
While the two of them were muttering, the concoction of the Void Power Potion had already entered the final step.
As the bright red petals of the Sunflower were sprinkled into the crucible, the hearts of all the pharmacists were suspended in suspense.
Everyone knew that this was already the final step.
Just now, that young mage Milo had failed at this step. Now, whether this mage who was even younger than Milo could pass this most crucial step had become the question in everyone's mind. If he could not pass it, there was naturally nothing to say. But if he did, it would mean the birth of a new star in pharmaceutics.
And this new star would be even more dazzling than the ones in the past.
This recipe had stumped the entire Pharmacists Guild, and even all the pharmacists in the whole Felan Kingdom. Hoffman's technique could already be considered impeccable, right? The pharmaceutical attainments of the Necromancer Sendros could already be considered unfathomable, right? However, even they could not complete this strange formula.
If it was completed by the hands of a young man who was not even 20 years old, it would definitely be a matter that would cause a stir in the whole of Alanna.
"Kid, do your best. Let that damn fatty Hoffman know that a person's pharmaceutics standard is not necessarily high just because he is fat!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and it immediately caused a burst of laughter.
"Kid, do your best!"
"Yes, kid, do your best. If you can complete this recipe, I will introduce my daughter to you!"
"Garrison, you shameless old man. You'd better accumulate some virtue. Your daughter is almost 40 years old, and you still have the cheek to let her eat young grass?"
"Pfft, I'm talking about the youngest daughter!"
"F * ck, your youngest daughter is not even 13 years old this year. Do you have to be so ruthless?"
"Why, you're not convinced? If you have the guts, give birth to a daughter too … "
The atmosphere in the guild's pharmaceutical lab inexplicably became enthusiastic.
At this moment, almost all the pharmacists were cheering for Lin Li.
Among them were a few who looked down on him for not knowing the High Elves Print. There were also a few who had friendly relations with the Thunder City Guild of Magic. However, most of them were unfamiliar pharmacists whom he had never seen before. Their cheering had nothing to do with friendship, nor had it anything to do with grudges. It was purely out of their passion for pharmaceutics.
At this moment, everyone sincerely hoped that he could succeed.
"Thank you for your support!"
The moment the flames of the Sunflower's petals flickered, Lin Li gently sprinkled the silvery Moonlight Grass. Following that, a white mist filled the air. Lin Li stood in the white mist and extinguished the fire under the crucible. He turned around and bowed to the group of onlooking pharmacists, and then left the potion table without looking back …
The white mist filled the air, bringing with it a faint sweet fragrance. It made everything in the guild's pharmaceutical lab blurry. A group of pharmacists stared at the mist anxiously.
Balbo was the first to stand up. Because his movements were too intense, the rattan chair he was sitting on was thrown behind him. Although his expression was calm, his hands that were tightly pressed against his body could not help but tremble slightly. The next to stand up was Grimm Burnside, followed by the nervous Andoine. Then, one by one, the pharmacists stood up one after another …
They were using such a method to pay tribute to this young mage.
That's right, he had really succeeded.
According to the description of the formula, once the potion was concocted, it would appear to be in a thick and transparent state. When one approached it, they would smell a faint sweet fragrance, just like the smell of maltose. Everything was the same as the liquid in the crucible.
This young mage who was not even 20 years old had solved a problem that all the pharmacists in Felan could not solve. Today's gathering was destined to make this young man the most dazzling star in pharmaceutics!
After a short silence, there was a sudden burst of cheers in the pharmaceutical lab. Hundreds of pharmacists, regardless of whether they knew each other or had grudges against each other, were all immersed in great joy at this moment. What this young man had solved was not just a simple potion, but a problem that had troubled all the pharmacists in Felan. The birth of this potion represented a huge improvement in pharmaceutics!
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