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The person in charge of the Alchemist Association had a grimace on his face and huddled in the background without daring to say a word, wishing he could blend in with the background.

The Alchemist Association has the business of purchasing and selling herbal medicines and magic potions, and also allows the exchange of herbal medicines for magic potions and the exchange of magic potions for herbal medicines. The association has dedicated alchemists to review this type of business and transactions, not only to safeguard the interests of customers, but also to maintain the reputation of the Alchemist Association.

The Alchemist Association has gathered famous potion masters from all over the continent, and there has been basically no error in quality over the years.

But something went wrong today.

Salvatore, a visiting professor of potions in St. Leon, asked the association to issue a commission for a bottle of high-quality fire potion. The association happened to have it, so when he proposed this commission, the person in charge directly said that they had stock and could hand it over directly.

But Salvatore frowned after getting the potion. He opened the bottle cap and used magic to take out a small portion of the potion. After observing it for a moment, he sneered and threw the potion bottle back.

"The association failed to notice this low-quality potion that was cleverly used to improve quality. I think those old guys should go back and practice for a few more years."

It is not uncommon for people to question the association's medicines, and the association has its own plan to deal with it. But the person who raised the question was Salvatore, a visiting professor from St. Leon and the youngest potion master in the world. Moreover, he was from the Lancelot family, so he naturally had to be more cautious when dealing with it.

Yes, although Salvatore considers himself a commoner, his silver hair and blue eyes are too conspicuous, and anyone who knows a little bit about the gossip of the nobility knows that there is a rebellious young master in the Lancelot family who ran away from home, so In fact, everyone knows Salvatore's identity.

The person in charge had a smile on his face and said that high-quality potions are appraised by specialized alchemists. If Salvatore has objections to the quality of the potion, he will ask the alchemist who appraised the bottle of potion to come and confront him.

Of course, the person invited must also be a reputable person, so that this dispute will evolve into an academic dispute between two potion masters. In the end, no matter who wins or loses, there will be no loss to the Alchemist Association.

The person in charge was preparing to sway someone with a small calculation, but what he never expected was that the alchemist who provided this bottle of high-quality fire spirit potion came just at this time.

"Hello, I'm here to sell potions." Since Cyril and Uriel were missing according to official reports, Uriel put on a cloak that concealed his aura and wrapped himself tightly to trade - although before This is how he trades. He placed several bottles of fire elixir on the front desk, and said in a rough and unrecognizable voice disguised by magic: "Old price."

Then he saw the stiff look on the person in charge's face.

Why is it at this time!

Sure enough, before he could reach out his hand, Salvatore standing next to him glanced at the potion on the table and sneered: "Did you make this potion?"

This sentence had a strong unfriendly aura. Uriel turned his head and saw Salvatore looking at him with a half-smile. The right corner of his mouth was slightly raised. Uriel's elective was Potions, and Salvatore was Salvatore had a lot of contacts in school, and he knew very well that this was Salvatore trying to antagonize someone.

Not quite understanding Salvatore's sudden hostility, Uriel nodded very cautiously: "Yes."

Actually no, this was a potion that Linnai had casually stuffed into him and asked him to help sell, and specifically asked him to sell it to the Alchemist Association. However, the Alchemist Association stipulates that the sale of potions requires proof of identity, and in principle, you can only sell the potions you refine and cannot sell them on your behalf. What Yuriel got was a forged certificate found on the black market, so Selva was When Tuo asked, he could only nod and say it was his.

After receiving the confirmed answer, Salvatore pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, picked up a bottle of potion placed on the front desk and shook it casually: "Then I dare to ask this alchemist who dares not show his face, are you sure? Are the potions you sell high quality?"

Blatantly questioning the quality of a potion is a provocation to an alchemist.

So one person and one elf started a not very friendly debate at the front desk. The topic was how to judge the quality of a bottle of potion.

The person in charge didn't dare to say a word, for fear of attracting the attention of the two great masters over there and asking him to comment. On one side is the young master of the Lancelot family and a visiting professor at Saint-Leon. On the other side, although he has not made a public appearance, he can steadily sell high-quality potions, and his identity is certainly not simple.

He can't afford to offend both sides!

After the two quarreled for a while, Salvatore looked at the man in black cloak in front of him, sneered and shook his head: "This is not the potion you refined."

Uriel was shocked.

"The refining of potions is closely related to the alchemist. Even if the potions refined by different alchemists are of the same quality, there will be subtle differences. This is the alchemist's understanding of the potion itself." Salvatore shook his head. Shaking the potion bottle in his hand, the liquid inside swayed with his movements, and tiny silver light spots flickered in it.

"But your breath is completely different from this bottle of potion."

At this point, the half-smiling look on Salvatore's face disappeared, replaced by a cold and serious expression: "Either this is not the magic potion you refined, or you added a changing potion to it. Dirty stuff that smells of quality.”

The alchemists who were watching around him suddenly started talking about it.

The quality of the potion itself is determined the moment the alchemist completes the potion, but there are also some special materials on the market. Adding them to the potion can change the appearance and breath of the potion and fake high-quality effects.

The consequences of adding random things to medicines can be imagined. The effects of such potions themselves will be greatly reduced, and many may even mutate, harming the body of the person who takes them.

When Salvatore saw Uriel's brief silence, a look of contempt flashed through his eyes. He stared at the potion bottle in his hand: "The method of proof is very simple. You can refine another bottle of potion on the spot, even if it fails. You can also see your true ability from the dregs of the medicine."

Of course Uriel can refine high-quality fire potions, but just like Salvatore said, different alchemists have different potions.

Selling potions that do not belong to you is also prohibited by the Alchemist Association.

It was this brief hesitation that, in Salvatore's opinion, meant that Uriel was feeling guilty.

He sneered and let go of his hand without hesitation. The potion bottle containing the fire spirit potion fell downwards and was about to fall to the ground and break.

"Shh-"

A green vine suddenly sprang out from the gap in the floor, tied the top of the potion bottle, and caught the potion bottle firmly.

"Hello, Mr. Salvatore."

The girl's clear voice sounded. Linnai walked to Yuriel slowly. The vines grew upwards and handed the potion bottle to Linnai. Linnai took the potion bottle and handed it to the side with the school badge of St. Lean. The front desk pretending to be dead.

"This is my proof of identity. This bottle of potion was refined by me." Lin Nai looked at Salvatore with a smile. Although there was a smile on his face, Salvatore felt that Lin Nai looked at him with a very cold look.

Linnaeus bowed to Salvatore gracefully, just like the etiquette that a student of St. Leon would do when seeing his professor: "If you question the quality of this bottle of potion, let me refine it."