The night fades away as time passes, and three bright moons sink to the west.

Another new day is coming.

Under the morning light, Alia was nervous and slowly opened the door to the alchemy exchange.

Because the alchemy puppet was not smart enough, it was removed from the position of welcoming guests by the dwarf Loras, and she, the disciple of the alchemy tutor, took on this responsibility.

When he first took up this position, Alia was very happy because this could not only increase her alchemy knowledge, but also gain vanity satisfaction from the experience of countless students and teachers.

A beautiful woman should be appreciated and pursued by the opposite sex, right?

This kind of life was so wonderful that she was almost obsessed with it.

But everything has changed since Vinson took more than 200 alchemy materials from her.

When the other party returned with two hundred alchemy potions and asked in front of her to get another three hundred alchemy potions for alchemy materials, she seemed to sink into the deepest nightmare and couldn't extricate herself.

How could an alchemist refining alchemy potion have a success rate that is so high that it is so popular that people look up to it?

227 parts of the ingredients were exchanged for a total of 210 bottles of potions. This refining success rate of more than 90% is a number that even if she spends much energy, she will never be able to achieve!

With her alchemy attainments, she is currently only a first-level alchemist, and she can make about one or two bottles of potions every day. This efficiency is a world of difference compared to Vinson!

|And when Wensen took away three hundred pieces of alchemy materials from her yesterday, Alia was a little expectant and panicked.

Today, how many alchemy potions will the person with black hair and black eyes bring?

Two hundred and fifty copies? Two hundred and seventy copies?

She guessed the number of alchemy potions, which was difficult to determine.

While his mind was entangled, Alia looked out the door and slowly walked into her sight.

"He's here."

Alia said secretly. She felt her heart beating vigorously, and it was so fast that she was almost jumping out of her chest.

Gulping her saliva, she bent her mouth and tried to show her most unbright smile: "Hello, Mr. Vinson, have you been here so early today?"

Vinson nodded slightly at her and smiled politely: "Yes, I came here early and put the alchemy potion I need to send for you, and then I need to buy some more alchemy materials."

"So, how many bottles of alchemy potion do you need to consign this time?"

Alia felt that her voice was no longer her own voice, and she almost said a sentence in a trembling manner.

"Oh. Not much, only three hundred bottles."

Vinson reported the number lightly, then waved his fingers, took out a piece of bottle and jar from the space ring and placed it on the counter.

"Three...three hundred bottles?"

Alia tried hard to ensure her natural expression, but the dullness in her speech revealed her inner status.

Three hundred alchemy materials were exchanged for three hundred bottles of potion, which means...

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and murmured indifferently: "A 100% success rate?"

"Hmm? Miss Alya, what did you say?"

Vinson asked, looking at her wriggling red lips.

"Oh, nothing."

Alia woke up and shook her head and said, "Mr. Vincent. Please give me the list if you need any alchemy materials. I will help you get it."

Vinson smiled and handed her a list: "I need three hundred alchemy materials on it."

"Okay, sir."

Alia looked at the black-haired man in front of her deeply, and said these words almost like a moan (harmonious) moan. She turned around and took the alchemy materials on the list.

And in her heart, she was almost crazy.

"Oh my God, a 100% success rate. Is this guy's race really human? Even a dwarf who is born with extremely high talent in alchemy can't have this level, right?"

And that was not three portions of alchemy potion, not thirty portions, but a total of three hundred portions!

Even the third-level alchemist dwarf Loras could not refine so many alchemy potions in one day!

This crazy refining speed is simply not something that a normal alchemist can achieve!

"What a monster. How far has this guy's alchemy talent reached?"

With this thought surging in his mind, Alia packed up a large piece of alchemy materials and handed them to Vincent.

After the second-level alchemist Han Xiao paid, took the alchemy materials and disappeared from her eyes, she immediately collected three hundred bottles of alchemy potions and ran towards the underground institute.

She wants to tell her mentor the news as soon as possible.

"Teacher, teacher, Vincent is here again!"

In the research institute, the tangled dwarf heard Alia's voice and immediately jumped up from the research desk, and asked with a very fast speech: "Are you here? How many alchemy potions have he brought? Let me see!"

Alia immediately took out three hundred bottles of alchemy potions from her space ring and handed them all to Loras.

The dwarf opened one bottle after another, sniffed it and closed it. After turning over half of the alchemy potion, it stopped checking.

There is no doubt that all of them are of excellent quality, and even ordinary alchemists cannot refine such good results.

Touching his round head with his hand, Lolas sat on the ground, recalling the conditions set by the two days ago, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "Okay, it's such a powerful plan, I've counted all of me."

"Teacher, what's wrong? Why did you say you were included? Is this a conspiracy from Vincent?"

Loras sighed deeply without answering.

Of course, Alia didn't understand what conditions her teacher and Vincent had met.

The drug that Vinson refined could be consigned through the academy channel without paying any price. Lolas thought it was just an irrelevant small condition, so he agreed.

Because according to common sense, a normal second-level alchemist would have to make five or six bottles of alchemy potions in a day. Even if it was the limit of human power, this was already the most ideal situation.

Now it seems that letting go of this condition is equivalent to missing the best opportunity to withdraw funds, which directly allows Vincent to obtain a large amount of gold endlessly!

No one can imagine, nor can one imagine that a second-level human alchemist can reach this level. A person can make hundreds of bottles of alchemy potions in a day. He can't believe that such a terrifying amount is on anyone.

But the truth is, it really happened!

"There are about fifty dwarf alchemists in the academy. They only produce four or five bottles of alchemy potions a day. Now, damn it, why did I agree to that condition at the beginning?"

The dwarf slapped his head hard and regretted it.

Alia was silent for a while and asked softly: "Teacher, is there no solution? On the Xiyuan Continent, alchemy potions are in short supply, and warlocks need these things very much. Even if these hundreds of bottles of alchemy potions are added every day, they can be easily digested. If we can withdraw channel fees, it would be a large amount of income."

Lolas's eyes lit up after the disciple's suggestion, and he shook his head again.

Yes, alchemy potions symbolize huge profits. If a certain amount of handling fees can be withdrawn, even if they are only one tenth, they can bring huge income. But the key is that there is an agreement between it and Vincent.

If you want to tear it apart, it is absolutely impossible. Although you are a noble person and a third-level alchemist in the academy, even if you want to beat the dean, the dean has to bow his head to accept it. However, Vinson is not an ordinary warlock.

He is the real mythical bloodline!

In the entire history of Hogg Warlock Academy, he is the seventh mythical blood warlock, symbolizing an incomparable glory and destined to engrave his name in the history of the academy. Loras himself is already the seven hundredth alchemist. Although it is rare, it is almost not on the same level as the mythical blood warlock.

If you force yourself to tear your face apart, there is no doubt which side the college will stand on, let alone its fault?

After a moment of silence, Loras slapped hard and whispered a few words.
Chapter completed!