Kevin's provocative words were like throwing a boulder into a lake, causing a commotion in the hall in an instant.
Since the battle between Gerian and Old Merlin, almost all of Jarrosus City knew that the Guild of Magic had produced a potion master. This potion master's name was Felic, but it was just a rumor. The Guild of Magic had never admitted or publicly announced that they had a potion master on any occasion.
It wasn't until just now that Kevin finally admitted it himself.
Even if the people present had some inside information, it was hard to hide the shock in their hearts when they heard Kevin admit it himself. What was the concept of a potion master? It was a person who had long transcended the mundane. A few bottles of potions were enough to make a force rise from decline, and it was enough to make a huge family fall apart in an instant.
A figure that only existed in rumors had finally become a fact from Kevin's mouth. For a moment, the guild hall was in a mess. Everyone was whispering and looking around. The chaos in that instant almost drowned the entire guild hall.
The scene was out of control, but Kevin did not panic at all. He just looked at the hall with a smile and waited patiently for them to quiet down.
At this time, Gerian was having a particularly congenial conversation with Castellan Isaac.
Not far from the two of them, the leaders of a few forces were looking around, all trying to get close to Gerian and strike up a friendship.
The Guild of Magic today was not what it used to be. Before Lin Li came, who would be willing to get close to the Guild of Magic? They had no money and no manpower. They had the reputation of being the number one force in Jarrosus, but their lives were tighter than anyone else's. Not to mention the people from the 11 mage families and the six underground forces, even some of the weaker forces were not interested in dealing with the Guild of Magic.
But ever since the news of the potion master spread, the Guild of Magic had transformed from a pheasant to a phoenix. In the blink of an eye, it had become the hottest force in Jarrosus. Who didn't want to curry favor with Gerian? He was a person who hung around with a potion master. As long as they could get on good terms with this old fellow, the auction alone would be worth at least 100,000 gold coins!
Moreover, he was a potion master. It was impossible for him to only have a few bottles of Arcane Magic Potion. As long as he could establish a relationship with Gerian, it would mean that he would have an endless supply of potions …
Thinking about the Guild of Magic in the past, it had fallen to such an extent. Just because of an agreement in the Dark Age, they could get a batch of potions from the Pharmacists Guild every year, and that had established their position as the number one force in Jarrosus.
If he had this endless supply of potions, who in the whole of Jarrosus City would be able to compete with him except for the Guild of Magic?
Unfortunately, Gerian was also looking up to the sky now.
The leaders of the few forces were cowering there. They wanted to come over but were stopped by the two attendants of the Castellan, so they could only look at Gerian with pitiful eyes for help.
But how could Gerian be in the mood to care about their lives now? Even though the leaders of the forces stood by the side for a long time, they did not make Gerian blink. He was busy having a heart-to-heart talk with the Castellan.
"Isaac, since you call me Uncle Gerian, then as your uncle, I can't be stingy. It's just a few bottles of Arcane Magic Potion. If you need it, just let me know. Although I'm not very capable, I can still make this decision."
Castellan Isaac didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he listened to Gerian's incessant speech …
Just now, he had only vaguely mentioned that his father had met Gerian once when he was just a little mage. Who would have thought that this old fellow would roll his eyes and immediately upgrade their relationship to the level of a family friend, even calling himself Uncle Gerian …
This, this, this … He was almost 50 years old this year, and Gerian was at most 60 years old. Was there such a young uncle like him?
But Isaac was not an ordinary person to be able to sit in the position of the Castellan of Jarrosus City for 10 years. Jarrosus was a chaotic place where the major forces fought. If he didn't have some tricks up his sleeve, he, the Castellan, would have been eaten up long ago.
Although he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't show it on his face. He simply went along with the flow and closed his eyes to acknowledge Gerian as his cheap uncle.
Anyway, with Gerian's current status, it wasn't too much of a loss to acknowledge him as his cheap uncle …
"Uncle Gerian, you must be joking. I don't have any ambitions for the Arcane Magic Potion. I came to the Guild of Magic today just to meet the legendary potion master." Isaac was also considered a talent. He addressed the cheap uncle who suddenly popped up more smoothly than anyone else, as if Gerian was really a family friend …
"That won't do! It's not easy for you to come to the Guild of Magic. As your uncle, how can I let you go back empty-handed? " Gerian was overjoyed when he heard that the other party didn't intend to compete for the Arcane Magic Potion, but he didn't show it on his face. He insisted on giving the Castellan a greeting gift no matter what, like an uncle who doted on his juniors.
After a round of refusal between the two, Isaac finally failed to persuade Gerian, and the latter stuffed a bottle of Arcane Magic Potion into his hand.
Gerian left contentedly, leaving the Castellan sitting there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
After a long time, the Chief Mage of the Castellan Mansion came over and reported a few words to him in a low voice.
"Can't find him?" When Isaac raised his head again, there was no longer a trace of awkwardness on his face. Instead, it was replaced by a solemn and dignified look. "You mean, you can't find that person?"
"Yes, Castellan. I've tried according to what Mr. Grimm said, but I can't find that person at all."
"Could it be that Mr. Grimm guessed wrongly?" The Castellan's expression was solemn. His gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the hall, and he lowered his voice to ask the black-robed mage, "Do you think it's possible that this person doesn't actually belong to the Pharmacists Guild?"
"That shouldn't be possible. Apart from the Pharmacists Guild, how could there be anyone else who can concoct the Arcane Magic Potion …"
"Are there no other possibilities?" Isaac rubbed his temples, his expression rather pained.
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