"Aren't you a commoner boy? Who did you learn potions from?" The steward asked subconsciously. Last night he asked someone to inquire about Downton. He knew that he was a paladin, but he hadn't heard that he was also a potions master?
"Yes, you are too young. This subject not only requires high tuition, but also requires time to accumulate knowledge. Are you a genius?" Giroud knew how difficult it was to become a potion master, so he was very surprised.
Arnold looked at the medicine in the bottle and had only one thought, that is, his new employer is too powerful.
Downton didn't expect that such an unintentional move would arouse doubts, but even if it wasn't for Harley, the movement of these people to open the door was too sudden, and he didn't have time to hide it.
"Let's go and eat." Harley's character was indeed unquestionable. Seeing that Downton didn't want to talk, he immediately changed the subject.
The steward still wanted to pry, but Jackson blocked his line of sight and pulled away with his arms around his shoulders.
Although Jirou was reckless, he had lived in the human kingdom for more than ten years. He also looked at him and didn't ask any more questions.
Downton and Harley were last, walking into the corridor side by side.
Unscrewing the lid, Harley took a sip of the red liquid and circulated the soul seeds. When he walked out of the dormitory building, shock was already on his face.
"What you gave me was the perfect potion?"
Harley didn't even need to meditate, but he could feel the soul seeds absorbing a small amount of magic energy.
"No!" Downton shook his head. It was just an improved potion with an efficacy of 86%, which could more than double the efficiency of meditation. After all, he wanted to drink it by himself just now, so of course he would choose a high-quality potion.
"You guys go to eat, I'm going to meditate." Harley couldn't wait any longer. He felt that the sip he took just now was a bit reckless, and now it was all wasted.
After walking a few steps, Harley didn't even bother to go back to the dormitory. He sat directly under the shade of the camphor tree in front of the building, crossing his legs and meditating.
"What's wrong with him?" Jackson was very dissatisfied, feeling that the Paladin had delayed his meal.
"Wait for him!" How could Downton leave his friends to go to dinner? Besides, he wanted to see the effect of the potion, so he looked at the steward. "Is it okay?"
"No." The steward didn't dare to object, so he took advantage of this break to use Downton's words.
"Let me tell you a story." Downton discovered the steward's intention and how could he succeed, so he changed the subject without any trace, "The protagonist is also called Hamlet."
Arnold didn't quite understand the Delankfurt language, but he knew the new owner's story was good when he saw the miners gathering and cheering.
In fact, Arnold misunderstood. With Downton's current status, no matter how bad his words were, these miners would still agree and cheer.
Phew, when Harley breathed a sigh of relief and ended his meditation, he saw a group of people, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounding Downton.
But he no longer cared about this. He jumped up and ran towards Downton. "It's incredible. The efficiency of meditation has increased by more than three times."
This is undoubtedly the best compliment. A smile overflowed from the corner of Downton's mouth.
It's a pity that there are ordinary miners around, and the only magic user, Arnold, has never drunk the potion, so he doesn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.
"Are there any more? Sell me a few." Harley chattered excitedly, looking at Downton expectantly. He was not short of money, and when he came across a good potion, he naturally wanted to collect it.
"I'll save some for you next time!" Downton didn't want to refuse Harley. He felt that this friend was worth keeping because he didn't ask about his secrets and always came forward to help him in several conflicts with the miners.
"Don't worry. The money will be yours." In fact, Harley has a good sense of Downton. Back in Crow Ridge, he did not hesitate to help and generously donated magic stones to himself, without leaving his name or asking for a report.
It makes Harley feel that he is simply a model of the Paladin.
"Talk about money is too foreign." Downton frowned.
"Yeah!" Everything was said without saying anything. Harley stopped mentioning the gold coins, but he would never treat Downton badly.
"Let's go and eat." Downton patted Harley on the shoulder, "Everyone is hungry."
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I'll treat you to this meal." Harley apologized quickly, chatted with Downton for a few words, and then thought of another question, "By the way, the success rate of configuration of potions of this quality is very low.
Right? If your own consumption is not enough, don’t give it to me."
In comparison, Harley is the real Paladin, and he implements the eight virtues meticulously.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay." Facing Harley, who was thinking about him, and looking at his sincere eyes, Downton really couldn't lie.
"I've seen them prepare potions. It's too difficult. One oversight and the whole experiment will be scrapped." Harley was sighing, but when he heard Downton's words, he was stunned, "Ah, what did you say? No problem?"
Downton nodded.
"It's incredible." Harley looked at Downton blankly, and did not ask him about his secret. He just sighed with emotion, "I know potions is difficult. I wanted to learn it before, but unfortunately I didn't have the talent. I really envy you."
Harley is one step closer to becoming a potion apprentice, so he understands how difficult it is to reach the level of Downton.
"I've just started, there's still a long way to go!" Downton was modest, which surprised Harley even more.
"Just started? How is that possible?" Harley's expression changed. He hated others lying and couldn't help but ask, "How long have you been studying?"
Downton was embarrassed and raised a finger.
"One year? Well, you are indeed just getting started." Harley saw Downton showing a helpless smile and was surprised, "It can't be ten years, right? You probably weren't literate at that time, and you couldn't even reach the test bench.
,Wait a minute, is it a month?"
Downton nodded imperceptibly.
"Goddess above!" Harley took a breath, looked at Downton up and down, and then shook his head dejectedly, "Why don't I have this kind of talent?"
"Don't get me wrong, I am actually doing this trick. Apart from the magic energy extraction potion, if you ask me to configure anything else, I will be blind." Downton told the truth.
"Don't be self-effacing." Harley patted Downton's shoulder and stretched out his hand in front of him, feeling happy for him, "You have to work hard, maybe there will be a great potion master among my friends.
.No, it is definitely possible.”
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
Snap, Downton covered Harley's hand. With their personalities and professions, it would be easy for them to become friends.
"Let's go eat." Harley called everyone, "Jackson, let's go quickly."
Jackson did not move, holding his chin in one hand, still standing more than ten meters away.
"Why are you so dazed?" Downton felt that this guy was going crazy again.
"To live or to die, that is the question!" Jackson shook his head and sighed repeatedly, "Hamlet's whole life is a tragedy. It's so sad."
"What's going on?" Harley was puzzled.
"A story." The steward thought for a moment and then added, "A classic story!"
"It's decided, I'll call you the Prince of Bitterness from now on." Jackson looked at Harley and spread his hands, "Who asked you to call me Hamlet too!"
"You are talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will hit you with a brick?" Downton's mouth twitched, why is his demon servant so out of tune?
On the way to the restaurant, Harley, who was confused, finally figured out the reason.
"Don't mind." Downton felt embarrassed and scratched his hair. He scolded Jackson, "Why don't you come over and apologize."
"Why? How appropriate is the nickname Prince of Hard-core? Besides, it can also bring everyone closer together?" Jackson simply hit the snake hard and was very shameless. "Are you right, Harley? Although he is Prince of Hard-core.
, but he is still a prince after all, much better than a commoner like Downton."
Harley nodded. He didn't even have the heart to make a joke. He just listened to the words "bitter prince" and the story described by the steward, which made him smile bitterly.
"You deserve a beating, don't you? You are an undead creature, and you are friends with a paladin, how can you still get some face?" Downton had a headache, and Jackson was indeed a freak.
"Our 'His Royal Highness' doesn't mind, so what do you care about?" Jackson put his arm around Harley's shoulders. Seeing that Downton was about to beat him, he quickly ran away, and then in the distance, he raised his hands and hugged him, and jumped up
Court Waltz.
"I made you laugh." Downton wondered whether to give Jackson a gag order.
"It's okay. Well, your demon servant has a lot of character, but don't eat people, otherwise I will purify it." Harley is not a pedantic guy. He will purify the creatures when he sees the evil camp. He has a way of evaluating others.
standard.
Downton and Harley were chatting, and the steward tried to interrupt several times but had no chance. Then he came to his senses. Even though Downton was young, it was not easy to control him.
"Huh?" Harley frowned and slowed down.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to skip the bar?" Giroud blew his beard and glared at Harley.
"These miners look at you with hostility." Harley lowered his voice and leaned into Downton's ear to remind him.
"It should be the supervisory forces who took action." Downton had already seen that the neutral miners even started to avoid him. This was not a good sign.
As Tang Zheng walked into the cafeteria, he heard most people complaining that today's lunch was too little.
"Don't you care about the conflict between Downton and you? Why are you being paid so little?" A foreman shouted at the chef, asking him to add more food, but his sleeve was tugged by his companion.
"Why are you pulling me? That's right, they can't afford to offend Downton, take it out on us, eh!" the foreman yelled, and when he saw Downton walking by, he immediately shut up, nodded and bowed to the belt.
Smiling face.
"A roast goose, a fresh fish, and a barrel of ale." Giroud rushed to a window early and ordered at the top of his lungs.
"No more." When the chef saw Giroud and Downton together, his face darkened and he walked away.
"Hey, hello." Giroud shouted several times, but to no avail. He walked to another window, and before he could speak, the chef also left.
The manager realized something was wrong and hesitated to leave.
"Haha, look, our new chief supervisor can't even eat!" There were nearly a hundred people in the area on the right side of the canteen where the foremen could sit, staring at Downton with eager eyes and laughing. (To be continued.