In the backyard of the Inflammatorium, Hawei, Koswell and Ernst stood together. The tense atmosphere was slightly eased by the arrival of the boy in front of him, but as the boy's words and Hawei's answers, the atmosphere became depressed again.

Especially Ha Wei, he had already determined that the young man must have come from a prominent family and the power behind him was astonishingly great, so he felt a little nervous and hesitant. Although he was already a first-level master of the Six-Star Flame Guardian, he was still unwilling to offend a mysterious young man who couldn't figure out the details.

"So now, are you still planning to continue to invite?" The boy's cold smile gave people a sense of coldness.

"This..." Ha Wei couldn't expect the young man to answer like this, and hesitated in his heart, but when he thought of the middle-aged existence of the imperial capital, he couldn't help but feel more confident, "This is the master's decision. Please forgive me. This person must go to my Haru Empire!"

After saying this, Ha Wei became cautious, for fear that the boy would turn against him. The same was true for everyone around him, but the boy's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. The young man shook his head lightly, and a bottle of flammable medicine appeared out of thin air in his hand, saying, "Are you doing it?"

However, what surprised him was that Ha Wei did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at the ring on his finger, his eyes showing horror, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, but he quickly covered it up, and his tone said very respectfully: "Master just wants to see what is different about the person who can create such a strange medicine."

Although Ha Wei concealed it very quickly, he still couldn't escape the boy's eyes. His brows frowned slightly. The boy's eyes turned to his fingers. Looking at the ancient ring, the boy had some clarity. Perhaps, Ha Wei knew the origin of the ring, and he immediately had an idea in his mind, saying: "Do you think that a mere third-grade pharmacist can create a talent potion?"

Everyone's hearts moved, and the doubts in their past hearts were also evoked by the boy's words, but no one asked. They knew that the boy would definitely continue to speak.

At this time, everyone no longer regarded the boy as an ordinary child, but instead placed it at the same place as themselves, or even at a higher place than themselves.

As expected, the young young man relieved everyone's doubts in one sentence: "This is what Mr. Ben gave to him! The formula of this bottle of inflammation medicine was also accidentally created by my teacher! Such a strange medicine is completely impossible, let alone a third-grade pharmacist inflamed by the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in the pharmacist in

The people present were all very thoughtful. Although the boy only said a few words, they did hear a lot of information from it. First, Coswell was just the subordinate of the boy. Second, the talent potion was not refined by Coswell. Third, behind this boy was a teacher with a very high-level pharmacist.

Of course, just with his words, although everyone was convinced, they would not believe it completely immediately.

Ha Wei asked back: "Then why did you hand over the formula to him? You know, although talent potions are not a great potion, they can also create enough joyful benefits, right?"

In response, Ernst nodded and admitted that the benefits that the gifted potion can achieve in the hands of their Inflammatory Medicine Guild are absolutely huge, just because the Inflammatory Medicine Guild is spread throughout the entire Yanlong Continent! Only the Inflammatory Guild can compare with this advantage.

"There is no reason. Of course, if you insist on finding a reason, you can only say that I have never taken the inferior medicine of talent potion seriously! And my teacher is even more concerned about it. The huge benefits in your eyes are nothing but clouds in my eyes." The young man stood proudly, with his confident expression, which made no one doubt whether the words he said were true.

"Inferior potion!" Hawei, Ernst and others couldn't help but suck the corners of their mouths. If the potion that increases talent is considered inferior potion, then they really couldn't think of what a qualified or even superior potion is.

However, Ha Wei's eyes accidentally swept the ring on the boy's finger again, and the uncontrollable emotions in his heart slowly calmed down. Perhaps, for them, this was indeed a inferior potion.

"Well! After you go back, pass on a sentence for Ben Shao. If he is interested, Ben Shao can consider cooperating with him once." The boy took out a bottle of inflammatory medicine from the ring again and threw it to Ha Wei like he was throwing garbage. "This is the content of this cooperation, you can give it to him. Ben Shao believes that he will be very interested."

"What is this?" Ha Wei grabbed the bottle.

"Enhanced version of talent potion, the strongest third-grade inflammation potion, and the Nine Star Talent can be improved as much as possible!" A faint dissatisfied speech was spit out of the boy's mouth.

Wow!

Everyone was upset again. This... is there such a strange medicine in the world?

Especially Coswell, who is a third-grade pharmacist in the inflammation, naturally understands the meaning it represents. Even if he has seen the talent potion, he can't believe that there are such a strange medicine in the world!

However, to everyone's surprise, even the boy did not guess. Ha Wei felt deeply: "I believe you!" After saying that, he felt that this seemed a little abrupt, so he explained in remedial ways: "Young Master, you are naturally impossible to lie to deceive us by lying!"

"That's it. I'll set off to return to the empire immediately, but I hope the young master can leave the contact information. Someone may come to find you at that time." Ha Wei said hurriedly, and everyone was also confused. They all had a feeling that Ha Wei seemed to be in a hurry to leave. What was the reason?

"He." pointed to Coswell. In Coswell's inexplicable gaze, the corner of the boy's mouth raised and a smile was raised, "You can come to him directly then!"

"Okay, young master, I will leave first. See you next day!" Ha Wei bowed and led his subordinates to disappear from everyone's sight.

He gave a wink at Coswell in secret, and the boy slowly walked out of the courtyard, ignoring Ernst and others at all, as if he had thought they did not exist from beginning to end.

Although he was angry, Ernst was not a reckless person. He looked at Coswell and said sincerely: "His Excellency Coswell, if you are willing to join the Inflammatory Medicine Guild, our Inflammatory Medicine Guild will definitely give you the conditions to satisfy you." Although he knows now that Coswell is not the one who created a talented potion, a third-grade Inflammatory pharmacist deserves Ernst's solemn treatment.

Koswell hesitated for a moment, and finally declined, "I'll wait until my young master agrees to this matter." However, everyone could hear that this was equivalent to a disguised rejection. After all, even Ha Wei's invitation was ignored at all, let alone this small Fiery Medicine Branch.

Of course, if it is the Imperial Capital's Fire Medicine Branch, then there may be some possibility.

After saying goodbye to Ernst, Coswell quickly walked out of the inner courtyard and walked towards the figure of the boy in front of him. After a moment, the two of them came to a remote place.

"May I ask, who are you?" Coswell still doesn't know the purpose of the boy saving him, and he can't recognize the boy's identity, so he can only ask.

"What? I can't even recognize the young master?" The boy's voice changed slightly, and for Coswell, the voice was very familiar.

He was stunned for a moment, then he fixed his eyes and looked at the boy.

The boy slowly turned around, revealing his original face, his handsome face, noble and slightly playboy temperament, his long hair in his shawl was tied up high, and there was always a bad smile on the corner of his mouth. Who would it be if it were Tang Lan?

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