I lost the sun god

I have a friend?This friend is yourself.

The pharmacist complained in his heart, he had seen too many people who make friends out of nothing.

He thought for a moment, then considered the words and said:

"Miss Fiona, I really admire your talent for making a bottle of medicine by yourself just after you started studying pharmacy. A talented pharmacist like you has never appeared in our secret medicine seminar, but we secretly The number of medicines in the medicine seminar is very large, and there is no urgent need for new medicines, so every new medicine must be reported and handed over to the people at the headquarters for discussion."

"If you have to sell this bottle of potion and its production method, I can report it on your behalf, but the result may not be so ideal."

"It was my friend who developed the potion, not me." Fiona Russell first corrected his statement, and then introduced, "The name of this potion is the gift of the God of Potion, and professionals can recover a certain amount of time by taking it during battle. A large amount of mental and physical strength, and temporarily strengthen the strength, as for the side effects, the side effects are not yet clear."

"How much is a certain amount?"

The pharmacist became interested. The potions that can restore the physical strength and spirit of professionals are all bestsellers, second only to those potions that can revitalize the noble little brother who has been hollowed out.

"Equivalent to half the magic power and stamina of a level 11 druid professional."

Prefer spellcasting professions?Not bad. The pharmacist nodded. Professional spellcasters are rich, especially Faye. Apart from the church, Faye is the richest in the mainland.

After thinking about it, he asked again, "Why is it called the gift of the potion god?"

"Because my friend was inspired by the god of potion to create this potion."

"The enlightenment of the god of potion?" The pharmacist was stunned for a moment, "True god? Or demigod?"

"True God."

Fiona Russell nodded lightly, and added in her heart: It's just a fallen true god.

The pharmacist immediately stood up straight when he heard the words,

"I will report this potion to the top. I believe that the people above will approve it as quickly as possible. Can I ask your friend what he wants to get?"

"name."

Fiona Russell said slowly: "My friends hope you don't change the name of this potion."

name?Does the name have any special meaning?The pharmacist thought about it, nodded and agreed.

In Niord, the fief of the Ingnaril family, uniformed people in blue sky robes held torches and lit oil lamps one after another.

The dim light illuminates the city of Niord, which has just entered the night, as if it has entered dusk.

Today is the birthday of the Twilight God, and all the members of the Ingnaril family have returned to Niord to prepare for a grand celebration.

At this time, this ancient city ushered in a visitor wearing a windbreaker.

3Chapter 16: Symbols

On the street in Niord, a burly man with a black glove on one hand was clasping the shoulders of his companion to speak,

"Aaron, let me tell you, just last night, I saw a black dragon with my own eyes."

"The black dragon is very fierce. The horns on the top of its head extend back to form a crown. A scar on the eye face spreads from the forehead straight down, until it goes into the long beard of the lower jaw. It looks very powerful at first glance. .”

"Although I was very scared at the time, I thought that I was the descendant of the God of Twilight, and the blood of the gods flowed in my body. I couldn't shame my ancestors, so I drew my sword and aimed it at That black dragon, guess what happened."

"It ran away."

The man laughed, "It was scared away by me."

"Villevim, did you drink just now?" Aaron, who was held by Villevim on the shoulder, complained, "Didn't I tell you not to drink? Every time you drink, you will say something out of tune if."

"Aaron" Villewim muttered, "I didn't drink alcohol, if you don't believe me, smell my mouth to see if there is any smell in it."

"Purification." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Don't think I don't know. You like to use purification to purify yourself after drinking. After purification, no one can find evidence of your drinking."

"Then I swear an oath in the name of the gods."

Vilevim raised his hand and was about to swear, but Aaron next to him quickly stretched out his hand to hold him down, "I believe it."

Swearing an oath in the name of God is tantamount to telling the truth.

At this moment, he saw a man with dark complexion, bald head, and wearing a windbreaker walking towards him. There was a scar on the man's face, and the scar spread down from his forehead, looking very fierce.

He stopped a few steps ahead of them,

"Hello."

The man in the windbreaker looked at Vilevim and Aaron and pointed to the ancient castle in the distance, trying to make his tone warm, "I can't get in there, can you take me in?"

"I will pay you."

Vilevim turned his head and glanced at the direction the man in the windbreaker was pointing, his expression darkened, "Outsider, that's not where you should go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron took the lead and said, "Do you know where that is?"

"know."

The man in the windbreaker nodded, his tone slowed down, "That's where the God of Twilight used to live as a mortal, and now your patriarch Yaniz Ingenari lives."

"Since you know where it is, outsiders should not be allowed to enter there." Aaron said.

"My master asked me to give something to your patriarch." The man in the windbreaker showed a terrifying smile in their eyes: "So please take me to see your patriarch."

"Can't you understand human language?" Vilevim said impatiently, "Outsiders are not allowed to enter there."

Aaron held Villevim back and told him not to speak.

In fact, he also felt that what Villevim said was quite right. This outsider seemed to really not understand human language, and he hadn't heard such an obvious rejection, but Villevim's tone of voice was too attractive to hate.

"Anyone who is not a member of the Ingnaril family is not allowed to enter there, even if we take you in, you will not be able to enter."

"No, as long as you promise to take me in, I can go in."

"Well, I promise to take you in."

"Thank u."

A smile appeared on the ferocious face of the man in the windbreaker.

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the man in the windbreaker gradually became transparent, and after turning his eyes, he disappeared without a trace.

"Disappeared." Aaron's face darkened. Niord was enchanted by the legendary professional of the family, and he was forbidden to fly and teleport. How did this man in the windbreaker disappear?

Villevim was also aware of this problem. He and his brother Aaron exchanged glances and walked towards the castle at the same time. It was not only the residence of the patriarch, but also the stronghold of the family power. All the high-level professionals were there. They have to tell the patriarch what happened to them.

At the same time, they had another thought in their hearts, that they had agreed to that weird windbreaker man and would take him in.