"In that case, President Felic, I won't disturb you any further." Wilkinson didn't think that President Felic could answer his questions about pharmaceutics. Hence, he bade farewell in disappointment and got ready to leave.
"Wait." Lin Li thought that since he had nothing urgent to do, he might as well tell Wilkinson the answers to his questions. Hence, he called out to Wilkinson, who was about to leave, and said, "You don't have anything urgent to do, right? I happen to know how to answer these questions. If you're not in a hurry, why don't you sit down and listen to me?"
"What!?" Wilkinson exclaimed in shock, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
Lin Li shook his head slightly, and said, "Isn't it just a question about the Double-whirl Cold Extraction Technique and the Nine-Color Qualitative Theory? What's so difficult about that?"
"Ah!" Wilkinson, who had just turned around, heard Lin Li's words, and was so shocked that his jaw dropped. He almost thought that he was going to go crazy.
Wilkinson was already an intermediate pharmacist, and was also a proud disciple of Master Balbo. Hence, the questions he raised were naturally not ordinary ones. Actually, the two questions were inspired by the formulation of the Bone Erosion Powder after he came here. He had a hunch that if he could figure out the two questions, he would very likely be promoted to a senior pharmacist.
The two questions should already be within the scope of advanced pharmaceutics, and the person who could answer them should at least be a senior pharmacist. However, the person in front of him, whom everyone had just recognized as an intermediate pharmacist, actually said that he could answer his questions? Wilkinson refused to believe that it was true.
"Let's go. It doesn't make any difference. I might as well tell you all about it," Lin Li said as he walked out with the piece of paper. Although his original plan was to wait until all the potions needed in Black Clouds Town were prepared before officially teaching the pharmacists. However, since Wilkinson had come looking for him with questions that were representative, he decided to tell them all so that he wouldn't have to repeat them in the future.
"Wait, President Felic …" Wilkinson felt that his brain was a little overwhelmed. Could it be that the President of the Guild of Magic, who was younger than him, was actually an old monster who looked young? He could no longer tell if he was crazy or if the President of the Guild of Magic had gone mad.
How much could a person achieve at the age of twenty? When Wilkinson became an intermediate pharmacist at the age of 21, the entire Pharmacist Guild was in an uproar. It was said that there had never been such a young intermediate pharmacist in the history of pharmaceutics. Although Wilkinson had a gentle personality, he was, after all, a young man. Hence, it was reasonable for him to be proud.
But now …
"Everyone, stop for a moment …"
Upon hearing those words, Wilkinson finally snapped back to his senses, only to realize that he had unknowingly followed President Felic to the potion formulation room. President Felic was walking towards the podium, while his companions were staring at him strangely.
"Wilkinson, go back to your position." Lin Li came to the podium. Although he had never been a real teacher before, he had seen what a teacher was like before he transmigrated. His words had the air of a teacher.
Wilkinson did not resist at all, and obediently returned to his seat under the bewildered gazes of the crowd.
"Hey, what's going on? Didn't you go to ask questions? Why is he here?" one of his companions asked Wilkinson softly.
Wilkinson smiled bitterly, and said, "I haven't figured anything out yet. Let's take a look together."
On the podium, Lin Li coughed twice, and said, "Just now, Wilkinson went to look for me, and said that he had encountered a few problems. I took a look, and these problems are very representative in pharmaceutics. Although some of you might not be able to use them now, there's no harm in understanding them by analogy. "
At this moment, everyone finally reacted to the fact that President Frey was really going to give a lecture. This was simply too crazy, too comical, and too unacceptable. Although the pharmacists present were only low-level and intermediate pharmacists, their teachers were at least high-level pharmacists. Moreover, they often listened to the lectures of master pharmacists. Now, a young President of the Guild of Magic actually dared to go up to the podium to give a lecture. What right did he have!?
The pharmacists below the podium did not slam the door and leave angrily, but sat there with the mentality of watching Lin Li make a fool of himself. Some of them even secretly prepared to find a few difficult problems to make things difficult for Lin Li on the podium so that he would know that not everyone could be a teacher.
However, as Lin Li's lecture went deeper, the mentality of the people below the podium slowly changed. In the Pharmacist Guild, they were all known as geniuses who knew what was right, wrong, and good. No one would be willing to miss out on an opportunity to improve just because they were angry.
The entire room was filled with the sound of Lin Li's lecture. The young genius pharmacists below the podium had already been completely dragged into the whirlpool of knowledge by him. They were all immersed in his lecture, and had forgotten everything around them. For fear that they would miss a single word that Lin Li said, they did not make any small movements or whisper to each other. In fact, they could not help but slow down their breathing.
In the eyes of these pharmacists, the appearance of the young man on the podium had become completely blurred. His age and identity had been filtered out, and all that was left was a pure teacher who was giving a lecture. They did not think about anything now, and simply listened attentively to absorb all the knowledge that the teacher on the podium had taught them. No one would complain about having too much knowledge.
Lin Li stood on the podium and spoke incessantly while glancing at the faces of the pharmacists below the podium. He was rather satisfied with the performance of the pharmacists at this moment. The fact that they were able to settle down and learn under such circumstances showed that their thirst for knowledge was something that could not be disturbed by anything else. He didn't know how to be a teacher in the first place, and with such a group of students, he believed that it would be much easier for him to teach in the future.
Lin Li answered the questions raised by Wilkinson in great detail from various aspects, and only stopped after more than two hours. At this moment, the pharmacists below the podium were still immersed in absorbing knowledge, and none of them made a sound.
When Wilkinson and the others snapped back to their senses, they realized that the young President had already disappeared from the podium. The entire room immediately buzzed with activity, and almost everyone had a look of shock and disbelief on their faces.
"Was I … Was I dreaming just now!?"
That's crazy. Is that young President really only 20 years old? What happened just now made them suspect that he was a High Elf who had been lurking among humans. Pharmaceutics was different from magic, which was more dependent on talent. In fact, one's achievements in magic were already determined from birth. On the other hand, pharmaceutics was a kind of accumulation of knowledge. Having talent meant that one could learn things quickly and have a strong comprehension ability. However, no matter how fast one learned things, one would still have to spend time to learn. There would not be any improvement if one did not learn.
"Oh my God, he … Could he be a high-level pharmacist after what he said just now?"
Everyone had the same question in their minds. What kind of achievements did this young President have in pharmaceutics? Even the word 'genius' wasn't enough to describe him.
"Actually, intermediate pharmacists might know that knowledge too," someone said meekly.
Someone said meekly, but he was immediately refuted by others, especially Wilkinson who had raised those questions.
"To be able to answer those questions so thoroughly, he must be an intermediate pharmacist who is about to become a high-level one," Wilkinson murmured.
"Which pharmaceutics Master actually nurtured such a monster?" a group of people said enviously. Everyone felt that they had benefited a lot from the lesson, and they were extremely curious about the master who had nurtured such a student.
It was not easy to nurture a high-level pharmacist, and it was unimaginable to nurture a 20-year-old high-level pharmacist. Although the pharmacists present were all low-level and intermediate pharmacists, and there were no high-level pharmacists present, they could still tell whether the content of the lesson was true or not.
These pharmacists were either discussing the mysterious pharmaceutics Master or sorting out their gains from the lesson. The entire room was rather noisy.
"Smack!"
Wilkinson suddenly slammed the table and stood up, causing everyone in the room to fall silent.
"What's the matter, Wilkinson?" one of his companions asked with concern.
Wilkinson also realized that he had lost his composure, and frantically said, "Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something." While speaking, he left his seat and strode out of the room.
Everyone in the room looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with Wilkinson. Could it be that the title of the top genius of the Pharmacist Guild was no longer true?
Regardless of the guesses of the people in the room, Wilkinson immediately headed to his own room after leaving the room, and began to rummage around after arriving. His suitcase was flipped upside down, and his clothes were scattered all over the bed. Those who didn't know better would think that it was a burglar.
After rummaging around for a long time, Wilkinson finally found a letter that had been ravaged beyond recognition in the pocket of one of the clothes he had changed out of.
"Damn it, why didn't I heed Teacher's instructions and mess up the letter? How am I supposed to hand it to President Felic?" Wilkinson said in frustration as he held the letter.
It turned out that when Wilkinson and his companions were brought to the Tower of Dusk by Gerian, Balbo had specially given Wilkinson a letter for him to pass to Lin Li. However, at that time, Wilkinson, like everyone else, thought that he had been banished to the Tower of Dusk by his teacher. Hence, he naturally didn't take the letter to heart.
After getting to know each other in the past few days, Wilkinson already knew that he and the others weren't banished, but were really there for training. In particular, after listening to today's lesson, it was no exaggeration to say that the trip was definitely worth it even if it was just for this lesson. It was only at this moment that he remembered that he still had a letter that his teacher had written to President Felic.
Wilkinson flipped the letter over and over again for a while, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he got curious about the contents of the letter. There was no one around, and he wondered if he should secretly take a look at the letter that Teacher Balbo had written to President Felic.
There was no magic seal on the envelope, and no glue was used either. Hence, the contents of the letter could be seen by others. Hence, it shouldn't be a problem for him to take a look at it. Wilkinson couldn't help but be curious, and finally convinced himself to sit at the table before gently opening the envelope.
"Master Felic!"
Wilkinson was so shocked that he almost fell out of his chair.
In Anril, the title of Master was not to be used casually. It was a rather dignified title, especially since it was said by the President of the Pharmacist Guild, Balbo. Since Balbo could call Lin Li a Master, it definitely wasn't just a title that was used for pleasantries. Instead, it was a real and respectful title.
Did I see wrongly? Maybe this letter is meant for President Felic's teacher? Wilkinson rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the words on the letter did not change at all.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wilkinson continued to read, but the contents of the letter made him even more shocked. If he hadn't met the young President of the Pharmacist Guild, he would have definitely thought that the letter was written to an elder who had a similar status as Balbo's teacher. Even among the presidents of the Guilds of Magic, very few people could make Balbo use such words in his letter.
However, the truth was that the letter was written to a young mage who was only 20 years old. However, the tone of the letter didn't seem to be written by an elder to a junior at all. Instead, it sounded like a letter between friends or colleagues. There was no difference in the status of the two at all. To put it more vividly, when Balbo spoke to his students and subordinates, he would look down on them. However, when he spoke to the other masters in the Pharmacist Guild, he would look at them as if he was looking up to them.
Wilkinson could no longer continue to think. The shock brought about by the two thin pages of the letter was indescribable. However, he thought that was all, but when he flipped to the second page of the letter, he realized that it was not over yet.
What is this!? Teacher Balbo is actually … actually asking that President Felic for guidance?
Is there anything more exaggerated than this? Wilkinson was on the verge of breaking down. Teacher Balbo was not only the President of the Pharmacist Guild, but also an experienced pharmaceutics Master. No one knew his teacher's academic attainments better than him. But now, his teacher was actually asking that President Felic about pharmaceutics in a sincere tone in the letter!
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