"Alas..." Amy let out a long sigh, pretending to be mysterious, but the secret skills of General Chi Hanfeng are passed down from generation to generation, not to disciples: "I can't believe that, I can't believe that I still want to return to the old clothes, and the face of my ancestors will make you younger generations.
Lost all." As she said that, Amy raised the staff in her hand and tapped Magister Zifen twice on his forehead.
Magister Zifen has an extremely high status in the Magician Guild. He was dragged here to identify a big liar. Unexpectedly, he was stabbed several times by the big liar. His forehead turned blue and his brain became stupid. In fact, this is just greatness.
One of the normal behaviors of characters after encountering the Golden Brain.
"Is there no mercury in your laboratory?" The staff, which was more than two feet long, was spinning around on Amy's finger like a pencil.
"Oh~ Yes, Your Excellency." Magister Zifen has not answered questions like a student for at least 200 years.
"Oh, you are really the stupidest magician I have encountered in the past 1,000 years." Anyway, you are bragging and deceiving. The general taught you not to shrink back. The louder you brag, the more outrageous and unexamined it is, the safer it is. Amy naturally understands it.
.
1,000 years? Not only Zifen, but also the three great magicians behind were a little dizzy. Generally, the life span of magicians can reach about 400 years old, and the oldest great magisters in the world only live to be over 700 years old. Is this possible?
An old man actually lived for 1,000 years?
"Well, I will teach you this time, but I definitely don't want you juniors to be as stupid as pigs next time." Amy said while turning the magic wand. After thinking about it, she poked Zifen with the magic wand.
The Magister's forehead - this Purple Fennel Magister is too honest. Since it is free and can show his personality, Amy will of course poke it: "The boiling point of mercury is between 350-350 degrees Celsius.
Fill a large crucible with mercury, then place a small crucible on top of the mercury, and forge the large crucible with high fire. In this way, the temperature in the small crucible will always remain below 360 degrees Celsius. Of course, don't tell me that you haven't yet
Learn to solve the problem of mercury evaporation poisonous gas."
Ah? How can this be done? Zi Fen patted her forehead hard several times, and woke up as if from a dream. Her tone suddenly changed to a learning attitude: "Master, please sit down. Quickly, get the best tea leaves in my room."
Come here, I want to consult this master."
"Well... a child can be taught, but it is rare to have an innocent heart." Amy walked in a circle around the magician: "I am in a good mood today, so I will take some of your spices and have a look, and I will guide you on the spot.
.”
Lingbaoer lowered his head and stuck out his tongue at Fuxing, his big eyes filled with the idea of seeing something good happen again.
Magister Zifen was completely swayed by Amy's masterful style of patting and slapping him. He thought that the thousands-year-old senior in front of him suddenly showed kindness and then looked at him and decided to give him some advice, so he took out the enchantment bag from the barrier bag
He dug out the spices and yelled at the great magician who had just gone to get the tea: "Bring me all the spices on the east wall of my house! Hurry up! Slow down and run!"
Taking this opportunity, Magister Zifen asked cautiously: "Senior, why can't I feel too many magical elements in you?"
Amy touched her nose: "There have been many magic element elves around me. What makes me very happy is that with my help, they have all transformed into mid-level elves. I only have my own magic element left.
There are very few rains.”
What? The people in the hall were stunned again.
"Could it be that..." The water mage pointed at Lingbao'er with trembling dry fingers: "She... she... she... is you..."
"What do you think?" Amy smiled and did not give the correct answer. In the eyes of other magicians, this was undoubtedly an admission. Otherwise, how could an underage pure-blood elf treat a gray-haired old magician like this?
Attachment?
"Then...where is this angel?" The Piano Prince is indeed extremely smart.
Yes, originally Floating Star was the biggest burden on Amy in this industry, and Amy had never figured out how to solve her identity problem. Now that someone reminded her, she naturally followed suit: "Of course it's the same. There are also three types of sacred elements among elemental elves.
It's from the elves." The gray-robed mage's face was extremely honest.
Amy is actually a very honest person and generally doesn't like to lie. However, if what she tells is the truth and others misunderstand it in good faith, then there is no need to expect Amy to explain.
Just as he was talking, the poor great magician came back carrying more than a dozen big bags.
Amy let open all the pockets and looked at them one by one, then took out the silver tray from the enchantment bag, took a little of each item and put it on the tray. She also took out the six animal hair brush and pretended to accidentally touch the purple fennel demon.
The instructor's eyes swayed. The eyes of the poor 200-year-old water magician were bigger than bull's eyes. He stared at the pen and could not speak: "This... is difficult... six...
…six……"
"Oh, do you also know the origin of this sum?" Amy's plain tone was just fake. The craftsmanship of making six-animal brushes has long been lost, and two of the rodents may have become extinct.
"Senior, can you...please let me see this magic pen?" Magister Zifen's tone was extremely polite.
"Nothing's wrong, just take a look." Everything was being calculated. As soon as the brush left the tray, the spices on the tip of the brush had already ignited and sparks flew everywhere.
Magister Zifen almost extinguished the spice flame on the tip of the pen with tears. First he licked it with the tip of his tongue, and then smelled it with his nose. He wanted to chew it twice more, and finally reluctantly returned the pen to Amy: "Senior, this pen is actually
It was made by the ancient craftsman Li Du himself. Even during the Magic Empire, such a pen could be exchanged for a castle."
"Although I am a junior, I still have a certain sense of discernment." Amy completely entered the role of relying on her elders: "Didn't the Magician's Guild inherit the mantle of the Magic Empire? Don't you all have a Li Du pen?"
_
"I'm ashamed to say that I just got one recently, but I've been using it for a long time. It can't be compared with yours."
"Oh, it couldn't be brought by Her Majesty the Queen, who is about to take over the throne?" After chatting for a long time, Amy finally came to what she was interested in.
"You are really amazing. Her Majesty the Queen really brought you here." Magister Zifen didn't notice that the piano prince next to him kept winking at him. He was telling the truth.
Amy smiled bitterly in her heart, chewing the roots and becoming the prime minister... not the prime minister but the king. But this is good, at least there is no need to feel guilty for Princess Bi's tragic experience underground.
Without saying anything more, Amy twisted up the spices one by one and smelled them vigorously. Then she dipped her pen on them and tried to write a few spells. After completing these actions, several glittering spells were floating in the air.
With that, the faces of the magister and the three great magicians were filled with only admiration. No matter how much magic energy Mingya still has, or whether he still chants and releases the forbidden spell magic, none of this matters anymore.
Of course, this is all part of the calculation. Amy stared at the Purple Fennel Magister for a few minutes and said: "These magic spices are not very pure, they are just barely usable. In this way, you can use the crucibles and other equipment in your laboratory
, send it to my room - let you, a junior, help me arrange a more private room and take these spices there. I will work hard for two or three nights to help you refine the pure spices. Alas..." Amy
Sighing, he shook his head and blamed himself: "Damn it, why do you always take other people's matters as your own?"
"Then...can I go and have a look while you are refining it?" Magister Zifen discussed carefully.
"Huh?" The gray-robed magician frowned sharply: "Aren't you still worried? Go and take them all away, I don't care! ***, good intentions are not rewarded! Look at the nonsense like you juniors,
I wanted to help you, but you actually peeked into my secret! Huh... let's go!" His gray beard was blown away.
"Don't, don't... Ancestor..." Magister Zifen didn't even know what to call him: "I didn't say it, I didn't say it... Richard, hurry up and prepare the best house for Senior Mingya.
,No one is allowed to come near!”
"Hmph... Just take half of it and I don't care about the rest!" The senior gray-robed magician really got angry, and he obviously wanted to teach the juniors a lesson. The purple fennel magician grinned and did not dare to say anything more.
If you say one more word, I'm afraid that the old man in gray robe will cut it in half again.
"Senior Mingya, would you like to meet with the other elders of the guild?" Another great wind magician discussed carefully.
"No!" The gray-robed mage waved his arms vigorously, and his robes scratched the faces of several others: "I won't see the rest. If I meet a junior who knows someone, he might give it to me again.
It annoys me to death that you have to kowtow and also give greeting gifts. I don’t see anyone! I came here just to bring two elves out to watch the King’s enthronement, which is a lively event. I don’t want to cause trouble for myself.”
Amy looked fierce on the surface, but she was already smiling in her heart. This Magician's Guild is really generous. There are a lot of thirteen original spices, and they are all premium products. The degree of refining is also good, but they don't know how to blend them, and they don't have any.
The emperor and his ministers are assisted by guides and the correct way to use them. Amy spent a lot of effort to get nine kinds of spices, but now...why, she has to take half of them first, and then take away part of the remaining half, and then
Just blend the rest and make it work.
The essence of extraction...isn't it just changing from more to less? The less it becomes, the more fully it is extracted? What is concentrated is always the essence!
How did Magister Zifen think that the seemingly venerable old man was actually a smiling little fox? Now all these are just a few tricks performed by the little fox to suit the situation. He would be a bastard if he didn't take advantage of him. This sentence
It was Chi Hanfeng who said it, but the little fox also admired it.
The Magicians Guild's work efficiency is quite high. When Amy arrived at the newly arranged residence, she saw a plaque hanging on the door of the courtyard with a few large characters "Mingya Mansion" written on it. The ink had not yet dried. The courtyard wall was very
Gao, there are two first-level magician servants arranged outside the courtyard...a first-level magician is waiting outside the door. This thing sounds unbelievable.
When Amy came in, she hit the two first-level magicians twice with her magic wand: "You are not allowed to come in without a summons. Do you hear me? Otherwise, I will refine you into magic spices."
The door was closed and the door was closed again. Lingbao'er lay on Amy like a little monkey and couldn't stop laughing: "You... are exactly the same as the Zhou Papi I saw in the book. It's so fun. Go back.
…I’ll try this with the elders, haha…”
"Okay, okay." Amy agreed with a smile, and then immediately took out a small box from the barrier bag and handed it to Lingbao'er: "Go to the small room next to you and rub the contents in your hands evenly.
Then apply it on yourself, and let Fu Xing help you if there are any areas that cannot be wiped."
"What is it?" Lingbaoer jumped down, unscrewed the box and saw that there was a dark ointment inside, which also exuded a strange smell. Lingbaoer's brows immediately frowned: "
What is this? Why does it look disgusting?"
"Could it be...could it be..." As he spoke, Lingbaoer squinted at Amy with his little eyes: "This is the legendary divine oil?" Of course, Lingbaoer didn't understand what the divine oil was.
What, I just occasionally heard a few little boys on sentry duty in the small mercenary group muttering about some magic oil. Of course, those few boys had only heard about it from the adults in the city and had never seen them at all. They didn’t even have names.
I didn’t listen to it all. These sacred oils are the national treasure of the desert empire, and they are usually only spread among the royal families.
"God, what a fool you are!" Amy gently patted Lingbao'er on the back of the head: "If you continue to listen and talk nonsense, I will let Mr. Zhang forcefully tie you back to the Fairy Forest."
"Then what is this?" Lingbaoer stuck out his tongue, raised Heiyou, and squinted at Heiyou and Amy.
"A vegetable oil, a standard item for the Sniper Swordsman Battalion of the Utility Corps. After applying it, the skin color will be slightly darker and the body odor will be covered. There are many envoys from various countries this time. You have appeared in the upper class of Scambrae before.
.So you have to change your image. Of course... there’s no problem if you don’t change, but from now on, you’re not allowed to leave this house again.”
"I'll change, I'll change!" Lingbao'er held the black oil box and smeared it on his face. He said to Amy while jumping up and down, and then he grabbed Fu Xing and ran into the inner room muttering.
"Remember, you just need to apply it, but don't apply it to Floating Star. Otherwise, it will be a bit concealed." Amy warned, took out all the spices from the barrier bag, and hummed a traditional folk tune from the Ice and Snow Continent.
"Fools separated" and started refining spices very seriously.
I wonder what kind of forces and people will participate in the Magic Empire's enthronement ceremony? Amy is working with her hands and her mind is not free, silently calculating the list of acquaintances. I hope not to meet anyone who is too familiar, now.
I can only pray like this. Besides... the magister named Zi Fen just now seems to be quite powerful here. I wonder if I can get a few buckets of magic well water from him, and I will work hard to purify it for him.