Chapter Eighty: The Strong Fight for Disciples

  "Too good! Too great!" The middle-aged woman shook her fist: "Luck! It's a very important element for a mysterious pharmacist. I can feel it, you have a great talent for being a mysterious pharmacist! I've decided to take you on as my apprentice!"

  He stared wide-eyed at the middle-aged woman, acting as a mysterious pharmacist? This... If it were a battle against the Demon Clan on the battlefield of the Upper Realm, he wouldn't even bat an eyelid!

  Not to mention the battlefield of the upper demon, even if you go to stab the current great demon king with a knife, there will be no fear! Warriors die on the battlefield, that is also glorious!

  But if I were to die in this mysterious pharmacist's laboratory, that would be a truly embarrassing way to go...

  "I am Blake's apprentice..."

  "I don't mind, you can kowtow to two masters."

  "But I mind..."

  "It's okay, I'll just go and tell Blake."

  "My intention is that I don't want to be a mysterious pharmacist. My aspiration is to become a great warrior, a great blacksmith, or a great pharmacist... being a mysterious pharmacist can be forgotten..."

  "What?" The middle-aged woman's shrill voice pierced the village sky again: "You'd rather learn that broken medicine? And not learn the greatest, most mysterious, and most glorious divine medicine in the world?"

  Qian Jin looked at the middle-aged woman who seemed to be in a somewhat abnormal mental state and felt a bit of a headache. If this woman were some kind of monster or intended to harm him, he could just suddenly attack her and kill her to save his own life. However, this woman was only proud of her profession, for this... he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

  Moreover, from the woman's perspective, Kanji also knew that the other party was doing it for her own good. The most important point is that if the woman accidentally messed up with the test tube, she might have been blown to ashes directly, and who knows if she could return to this endless world? If she really couldn't come back, the loss wouldn't be just a little bit, those books about forging in Blake's house hadn't even been read yet.

  Bang! The wooden door was roughly knocked open, and a burly man with a thick beard and mustache, holding a test tube in his hand, glared at the middle-aged woman with eyes that seemed to burn with fury, shouting: "Aurora! Who did you say is a broken medicine? This dogshit mysterious medicine of yours actually insults the noble field of pharmacology!"

  "Adams, you stupid bear! I'm telling you that your medicine is trash! How can a low-level medicine like yours know the nobility and greatness of the mysterious medicine?"

  "Oh, you this woman..."

  Qian Jin stood between the two, discovering that the usually quiet and peaceful village was now even more boisterous than a vegetable market. The two pharmacists from different systems were shouting at each other loudly enough to shake the entire village.

  What a great opportunity! It's better to escape first! Qian Jin no longer plans to buy any medicine, if these two continue to make trouble, who knows whether there will be physical conflict and the entire pharmacy will explode?

  "Don't go!" Adams, as strong as a bear, with a speed that was almost illusory, pressed down on his shoulder with a large hand, and his heart sank. This pharmacist was actually a demon-slaying warrior! Good heavens! What was this village...

  "Don't go!" At almost the same time, Qian Jin felt another shoulder being pressed down, it was Orlala's palm.

  Good heavens... how many demon-slaying warriors are there in this village? Even the pharmacist and mysterious pharmacist are demon-slaying warriors? Dryly sorrowful discovery, oneself in Oakland except for Fabreides and the city master, has already been in a state of no one can match, even if with the general of the patrol city garrison army to fight, as long as using the Dry family's Kun Dou technique this most secret ultimate skill, must be able to directly kill the opponent. In this small village, however, everywhere is inferior to others!

  "Kid, you've got a great talent for potions, come study with me." Adams, as strong as a bear, smiled at Qianjin: "I guarantee you'll become the greatest potioneer."

  A wry, helpless smile. This Adams is obviously here to stir up trouble. Does he think he has the makings of a pharmacist just because he's done nothing? He's only doing this to spite Eulara.

  "Do you want to fight with me for him?" Orlala puffed out her chest, her proud twin peaks seeming to burst through her long gown as she shouted: "He is the apprentice of my mysterious medicine master."

  "Fart, he didn't agree! Just now I heard him say that he wants to be a pharmacist..."

  "That was when he still didn't know the greatness of the mysterious medicine. When he finds out, he will realize how incompetent and insignificant you pharmacists are."

  A man and a woman, the two of them were like fighting cocks, chirping and arguing non-stop. Gan Jin wanted to leave but couldn't, when suddenly he saw an old man's figure appear at the door.

  Qian Jin had never felt that Blake was so lovely, at this moment seeing Blake walking slowly, there was a feeling of meeting a savior, it wasn't fear of the two demon hunters, but because they were all people from this warm village, although they hadn't had any contact with them, yet still liked them very much.

  "What's all the commotion about?" Blake said in one sentence, and the two medicine men who were like fighting cocks immediately shut their mouths.

  Qianjin let out a sigh of relief, this time he could finally...

  "Why don't you just take him as your apprentice?" Blake's words made the energy that had just climbed up from the cliff suddenly feel like it was kicked back down.

  "Good!" Two pharmacists who were like fighting cocks shouted in unison: "I'm ten hours, you're six hours."

  "You two four hours." Blake held up four fingers: "I twelve hours."

  Two pharmacists fell silent for a moment, looking at Blake's tired expression in unison, and whispered: "The time is a bit short..."

  Blake raised his hand and stroked his chin thoughtfully, completely ignoring Qianjin's protesting gaze, and said very seriously: "Then six hours."

  Two pharmacists nodded hastily, looking as if they were afraid Black would change his mind: "Starting from today?"

  "After a while, when he has forged a real weapon." Blake pushed the two people away and pulled Gan Jing out of the room. Suddenly, he turned his head and said: "Since he is your apprentice, go get the mysterious powder that relieves fatigue..."

  "Here you go!" Orlala rummaged through a box and tossed over a package: "These will last for ten times."

  Helplessly following Blake back to the blacksmith's shop, he once again picked up the blacksmith's hammer and began forging the century-old ice iron ore into ice iron essence.

  Qian Jin no longer uses the fully tempered first hammer, but instead directly uses the second hammer that has just been learned.

  "Wait a minute. Change hammers."

  Blake handed over a hammer that was fifty pounds heavier than before, and Qian Jin twitched the corner of his mouth. Just by looking at this second hammer, you could tell how difficult it was. The speed of the slide, the route, and the final force... even with this hammer now, it's hard to learn, let alone change hammers?