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"Fang Cheng."

Morton smiled and said, "You're not from Morton City, are you?"

Fang Cheng's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, saying, "Yes, sir. I'm from Seven Star Island."

Who knew that upon hearing this, Count Morton's lips would reveal a strange smile. Seeing Morton's expression, Fang Cheng's heart immediately rose to his throat.

Count Morton didn't want to expose Fang Cheng's lie, perhaps because he didn't care about Fang Cheng's lie, or perhaps he didn't care much about ordinary people as a whole.

"Irene, why did you bring him here this time?" Count Morton turned his head to look at Irene.

Irene smiled upon hearing this, saying, "I wanted to send you an apprentice." As she spoke, she pushed Fang Cheng forward.

"Lord Morton, I hope to become your apprentice." Fang Cheng wasn't stupid and immediately understood Irene's meaning.

Morton took a deep look at Fang Cheng, and pondered for a moment: "Logically speaking, I haven't broken through to become a formal wizard yet, so I can't accept apprentices."

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing this.

Sure enough, Count Morton changed the subject and continued, "However, my recent potion experiments are still lacking an assistant. If you don't mind, you can stay."

Hearing these words, Fang Cheng was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Thank you for your cultivation, my lord." After speaking, he bowed deeply to Count Morton.

Fang Cheng felt that in these few days, the number of bows he had made to these wizards had almost exhausted all the bows he had made in his twenty-odd years.

But, it was all worth it.

Although he didn't know the true strength of this Count Morton, the fact that he almost killed him with a single glance was enough to prove that he was an incredibly terrifying figure.

Morton looked at Fang Cheng's excited appearance and shook his head slightly. A potion master's assistant is not as simple as you think, Morton thought to himself.

After resolving Fang Cheng's matter, Irene purchased a bottle of Wraith Potion from Count Morton and then bid farewell, returning to the Black and White Tower.

Starting the day after Irene left, Fang Cheng followed behind Count Morton, working as an experimental assistant.

South of Morton City, in Count Morton's castle.

In a secluded laboratory.

This was Count Morton's private laboratory, where Count Morton usually researched potion recipes and prepared wizard potions. Inside the laboratory, besides the tung oil lamps hanging on the surrounding walls, there were no other lighting objects, making it appear somewhat dim.

Fang Cheng was currently standing behind Count Morton, watching him fiddle with various bottles and jars on the experimental table.

Once in an experimental state, Count Morton seemed to have forgotten that there was an outsider beside him, wholeheartedly immersing himself in experimental research, not knowing whether it had been seven or eight hours.

Even with Fang Cheng's physique, he felt a little tired from standing.

Count Morton suddenly raised his head, patted his unkempt face, and realized, "I almost forgot about you."

Hearing these words, Fang Cheng lowered his body, not daring to answer.

"Don't be so nervous, Fang Cheng. Do you know how to process materials?" Count Morton asked.

"I know a little, but I've never processed them before." Fang Cheng told the truth. In reality, he had never processed potion materials.

Without seeing where Morton conjured it from, he directly produced a book and handed it to Fang Cheng: "This records some methods for processing basic potion materials, mainly including the processing of two materials for the Melo Potion. You can take a look and then try processing them in the laboratory next door."

After Morton finished speaking, he handed the book to Fang Cheng. Is this how a teacher teaches a disciple? Fang Cheng felt somewhat helpless in his heart.

Actually, he was mistaken. Count Morton didn't regard him as a disciple at all. Count Morton himself was only an advanced wizard apprentice, and he really didn't have the time and energy to teach disciples. For advanced wizard apprentices, breaking through to become a formal wizard was their most important task.

He was just giving Irene face by keeping Fang Cheng by his side, occasionally pointing out a little knowledge of potionology. He didn't think that an ordinary person with third-rate aptitude could have any talent in potionology.

But the results sometimes often greatly exceeded one's expectations.

Three hours later, Count Morton finished the work at hand. Having nothing to do, he suddenly thought of Fang Cheng in the laboratory next door and decided to see how Fang Cheng was progressing.

But when he arrived at the laboratory next door, his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Did you make this?" Count Morton quickly rushed to Fang Cheng's side, picked up a test tube containing a milky white liquid, his words full of disbelief.

"Yes, Lord Morton," Fang Cheng said respectfully.

"How did you do it?" Morton stared intently into Fang Cheng's eyes.

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Fang Cheng only felt as if he was being stared at by some man-eating beast, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

"My lord, I prepared it according to the introduction in the book," Fang Cheng said cautiously.

"Nonsense," Count Morton stared at Fang Cheng, "This book only introduces the processing methods of two materials, and does not introduce the fusion method of the purification liquid."

Fang Cheng explained, "The last page of this book says to fuse these two solutions together. I did it according to my own feeling, and I didn't expect it to actually succeed."

Genius! Count Morton was extremely excited in his heart, but his face didn't reveal a trace. This Fang Cheng was actually a genius in potionology. Perhaps, he would have another junior brother.

Thinking of this, Count Morton's gaze towards Fang Cheng softened a lot.

Seeing Count Morton's expression, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Sure enough, the talent he displayed made Count Morton value him.

"Fang Cheng," Count Morton hesitated for a long time, seemingly thinking about how to phrase it, "Are you willing to take my teacher, Mentor Meryl, as your teacher?"

Mentor Meryl, Fang Cheng muttered to himself, able to be Count Morton's teacher, at least a formal wizard, right?

"I am willing, thank you for Lord Morton's recommendation." Fang Cheng immediately agreed. He had been busy for so long, wasn't it for this opportunity? Whether it was letting Count Morton teach him, or letting another wizard teach him, it was all the goal he wanted to achieve.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, Fang Cheng naturally wouldn't give up.

Count Morton didn't know what Fang Cheng was thinking, but happily patted Fang Cheng's shoulder and smiled, "You're welcome. If there are no accidents, we will both be Mentor Meryl's disciples in the future. You can call me Senior Brother from now on."

It seemed that Count Morton was in a good mood. Before long, he took a letter from his study and handed it to Fang Cheng.

"This is a letter of introduction to my teacher, Lord Meryl. Take it and don't lose it. Tomorrow, I will personally send you to the Black and White Tower. When the time comes, someone will naturally lead you to see my teacher." Count Morton was in a good mood and explained a lot to Fang Cheng.

"Senior Brother Morton, I still have some private matters to deal with. Can we postpone it for a few days?" Fang Cheng bowed and immediately changed his address.

"I told you, there's no need to be so polite," Morton looked at Fang Cheng's respectful appearance and smiled, "Then I'll give you a week. After a week, I'll take you to the Black and White Tower. How's that?"

"Everything is up to Senior Brother."