'But forget it, I'm already here …'
'I'll just do what Leader Monchi told me to do and show these Alchemists what true potioneering is!'
Hawkins helplessly shook his head, hoping that he wouldn't waste too much of his time.
"I came here today because I heard that the Gilded Rose has made very good achievements in the field of potioneering. The Hope Potion released some time ago is known as the most mystical potion of Thousand Sails City in the last ten years, haha …"
Hawkins stopped there, but his chuckle was full of disdain and mockery.
"Great Alchemist Hawkins, how come you have time to come to the Gilded Rose today?" Faleau knew that he had no other choice but to stand up.
To be honest, if it had been before, Faleau would have definitely turned around and left when he saw someone like Hawkins. What a joke, he was a 9th Rank Mage and an Alchemist. Going against a Great Mage and Great Alchemist … Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
In fact, Faleau had always done this in the Black Horn Auction House.
No one in the entire Black Horn Auction House was better than Faleau when it came to reading people's expressions.
After working in the Black Horn Auction House for so many years, Faleau had only made one mistake, but that was when he kicked an iron plate, because he met Lin Yun at that time.
But Faleau didn't leave today.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Faleau, an Alchemist of the Gilded Rose. I attended a few of your classes back in Okland Magic School."
"Oh, Faleau, I'm sorry, I'm old and my memory is a bit bad." Hawkins smiled, but his smile contained some disdain.
Hawkins was only in his forties this year, he was still a long way from being "old". The reason he said that was because he didn't want to talk too much with an Alchemist. He was an esteemed Great Alchemist, meeting an old acquaintance of an Alchemist in a foreign land was embarrassing enough.
Saying that his memory was a bit bad was actually saying, 'I'm sorry, I don't know you, don't pretend to be familiar with me!'
Unfortunately, Faleau wasn't as tactful as Hawkins thought.
After being mocked by Hawking for having a bad memory, Faleau acted as if he didn't hear the meaning of this sentence and still behaved very enthusiastically.
"I truly didn't expect to meet Great Alchemist Hawkins in Thousand Sails City. Oh, right, didn't you say that you came to the Gilded Rose for a technical exchange? "That's great, Great Alchemist Hawkins, after attending your class in the Okland Magic School, I've never forgotten your profound knowledge. How about you give me some pointers when you have time?"
"Well, Farrow, I'm busy right now." Hawking's face was already a little ugly. F * ck, didn't you hear me say that I have a bad memory? Can't you hear what I mean? I don't know you, okay?
"That's not right, Great Alchemist Hawkins, didn't you come to the Gilded Rose for an exchange?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Well, I just introduced myself, I'm an Alchemist of the Gilded Rose …"
"I …" Hawkins almost choked. At this moment, he really wanted to pull Faleau's ear and ask if he knew what a technical exchange was. 'I came to smash your reputation and slap your face. You wouldn't think that I came all the way from the Black Tower and received a lot of precious magic materials from Leader Monchi just to give you pointers, would you?'
'Calm down, calm down …'
Hawkins took a deep breath and kept telling himself to calm down.
He was an esteemed Great Alchemist. If he lost his composure in front of an Alchemist and a group of onlookers, he would lose face for the Black Tower.
'Forget it, isn't it just some pointers?
How much profound alchemy knowledge can an Alchemist in his twenties come in contact with? Even ten of me can give him pointers.
'Alright, I'll just casually give him pointers. I'll take this opportunity to let everyone know the level of the Gilded Rose's Alchemists. You still dare to brag about compounding the most mystical potion in Thousand Sails City in the last ten years? Pfft …'
"Alright, Faleau, if you have any questions, hurry up and ask, I'm really busy."
"Thank you, Great Alchemist Hawkins." Faleau hurriedly fished out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Look, Great Alchemist Hawkins, this formula is only missing a crucial piece of data. I've been calculating it for a few months, but there hasn't been any results. Can you help me out?"
"Hmm, let me see …" Hawking casually took the paper and began to look at the incomplete formula on it.
After a minute, Hawkins frowned.
After ten minutes, Hawkins' expression turned serious.
After thirty minutes, Hawkins pushed his way through the crowd and found a table before taking out a quill to start calculating.
After an hour, sweat started dripping down Hawkins' forehead.
After two hours …
After two hours, it was Faleau's turn to become impatient!
"Erm, Great Alchemist Hawkins, have you calculated the result?"
"Hold on …" Hawkins wiped the sweat off his forehead, the quill in his hand moving rapidly on the paper. One piece of paper wasn't enough. What was in front of him were several dozen sheets of paper filled with all kinds of characters.
But the more he calculated, the more powerless he felt. 'That damned Faleau, where did he get such an incomplete formula? It's like a maze. No matter how hard I try to calculate, it feels like I'm going around in circles in the maze. Let alone the final result, I haven't even gotten the peripheral data …'
"Great Alchemist Hawkins, it looks a bit late, do you want to stay for dinner?"
With a "snap", the quill in Hawking's hand broke …
"You, go get a new quill for Great Alchemist Hawkins. Also, bring a blanket for him, he might be spending the night here."
"Yes, Alchemist Faleau." There was no need to ask, Hauss knew that he was the one being called. He quickly got a new quill for Hawkins, but when he brought the blanket, he discovered that the Great Alchemist was angrily glaring at him. Hauss didn't know whether he should hand it over or not.
"Don't worry, Great Alchemist Hawkins, it's still early, you can slowly calculate."
Faleau had a sincere expression, but he was inwardly laughing. 'Damn, what kind of Great Alchemist is this? Does he really think he is omnipotent? He even dared to come to the Gilded Rose for a technical exchange. Doesn't he know whose business this is? Now he knows that a formula that Great Mage Merlin casually gave me can tire you to death.'
The quill in Hawkins' hand moved across the paper. Apart from Faleau occasionally asking a few questions, there was no sound in the hall. All the onlookers were filled with curiosity. They all wanted to know what kind of formula could actually make a Great Alchemist like Hawkins calculate for an entire morning.
Only Faleau knew the reason.
This formula had been given to him by Great Mage Merlin a few days ago for him to use as a daily practice. Faleau remembered that Great Mage Merlin's words at the time were: 'You can consider advancing to Master Alchemist once you finish calculating this formula.'
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