After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

The huge but somewhat crowded classroom was silent. Linton once again saluted the old man, and then walked forward, carefully looking at the bottles and jars on the table and the drawers behind him. cabinets.

The old man sat back in his easy chair, and the old chair wobbled to his movements, flipping from side to side and back again.

He didn't keep watching Linton's movements, but turned around to take a look from time to time.

The blond boy just stared at the other party in silence for two seconds, then quickly focused on the things in front of him, and there was no sign of distraction anymore.

The red wooden table with traces of time exudes a somewhat leisurely woody fragrance, and bottles with round bellies and small mouths are neatly arranged horizontally on it, made of materials ranging from wood to jade to various strange stones or alchemy products. It looks quite strange and colorful.

The plug is a very uniform and somewhat rotten jade plug. You only need to reach out and touch it slightly, and you can feel the corrosive atmosphere brought by the various materials on it.

Turning around, he took out a set of translucent tissue paper from the drawer behind him. Linton didn't pay more attention to the drawer with detailed labels behind him, but took out a pen and paper, starting from the first bottle, Carefully open the lid and observe.

The first is to quickly open the lid and seal the tissue paper on the mouth of the bottle, and then observe the color change of the tissue paper to see if it is poisonous.After basically confirming that it is non-toxic, I opened the paper and fanned it with my left hand to smell the smell inside, while writing quickly on the white paper with my right hand.

"The contents of the first bottle: the powder or stem of the tortoise grass, the blood of the fire attribute______, the juice of Antijar, the juice of the yellow shuttle, the blood of the flame bird..."

The smell of tortoise grass is very obvious. As long as the reagent of tortoise grass is added, it will emit a slightly pungent smell similar to mustard, which can be distinguished by simply smelling it.

The blood of fire-attribute magical creatures is also based on a similar principle, and there is no need to hesitate at all for the rush of anger.As for the specific species of magical creatures, it should be possible to find out in the next experiment.

And the rest is completely analyzed by the sense of smell with the pharmacy literacy.

After sniffing, Linton took out a small jade dish, gently poured a drop of the test agent on it, and reached out to grab the large transparent bottles placed horizontally next to him, fingers in each large bottle Gently swipe across the top of the box, select one without looking at it, and take it over.

There was some surprise in the eyes of the old man who just turned around.

He was sure that Linton hadn't observed the labels printed on the cabinets or the labels on the detection reagents lined up on the edge of the podium before, so why could he tell them so quickly?

The blond boy didn't notice the old man's gaze.

He was wearing a somewhat thick robe today, the cuffs were so long that it affected his movement, and it was decorated with gorgeous magic circles.The young man didn't intend to change a piece of clothes, he just stretched out his hand lightly, rolled back his two sleeves, and then plunged into the sea of ​​drug testing.

His movements were very fast, and only a moment later, when the old man turned his head again, he saw that the paper in front of him was densely covered with handwriting.

And the potion in Linton's hand has reached the fourth bottle.

The old man was really surprised this time. He stood up from the easy chair again, and walked over without a sound, walking with somewhat staggering steps.

His gaze swept over the writing on the white paper.

The first bottle is all right, the second bottle is all right, and there is a small omission in the third bottle, but that is just an uninfluenced thing that he habitually adds when he mixes the medicine. Is it intentional?

The old man looked at the fourth line written by Linton again, and the admiration in his eyes deepened.

He already had no doubts about the professionalism of the new first-year freshman in front of him. He really deserves to be the successor of the new generation of Plinville. This ability must have been tempered or the talent is amazing...

The old man clapped his hands silently in his heart.

It seems that when those old guys are recruiting students this year, they will start fighting for a first-year freshman again...haha.

The old man who had no students for a long time had a trace of joy and regret. When he was about to return to his chair, he was surprised to find that Linton had stopped the work of judging the contents of the medicine, but turned around to face the various labels behind him. Started to search quickly.

——Is this ready to make items?so fast?

After realizing that Linton didn't waste time on the dozens of bottles of semi-finished medicines, but started to act decisively, a flash of approval flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he became curious again.

The potions here are all formulated by him, so he naturally knows what they can be used to make, and the first 4 bottles of potions are all commonly used slow-release potions, forgive him for not being able to think of what can be made with these 4 bottles of potions for a while.

After thinking for a while, the old man quickly rang a silent bell, entrusted the care of the experimental students to the blank eyes of those who hurried in, and then began to focus on Linton's movements.

Although it is unreasonable to take the liberty to look at an alchemist's innovative experiment and really offend the other party's intellectual rights, Linton's attitude is complete acquiescence, and the old man continued to watch unceremoniously.

Both parties are well aware that this kind of basic alchemy product made of ordinary materials is not valuable enough to make a famous old man give up his reputation.

The boy who was watched seemed to be unconscious, and took out a crimson feather and an ice-blue flower placed in a small box from the cabinet behind him, and finally took out a piece of bright red metal.

He opened the cabinet below, selected a small pot from a pile of small pots with a base, and put it on the table. Sticking his fingers to a bottle of medicine next to it, he quickly gathered an ordinary burning magic circle.

A silver light shines from the other fingertip, and the magic circle is activated.

The warm crimson flame instantly began to lick the bottom of the pot, dancing silently.

Linton threw the bright red metal into the pot, washed off the potion on the hand that drew the magic circle, and then used silver magic power to build a small magic circle, suspended in his palm and began to melt the ice-blue flowers.

With the free right hand, he opened the No. 1 potion, poured out half a bottle in the palm, suspended it in the air with magic power, then slightly hooked the red feather with his fingers, and put the feather into the potion without hesitation.

The mixed sound of "Zi Zi" suddenly sounded, and amidst this somewhat teeth-stinging sound, the originally translucent medicine with a slight whitish-green color gradually transformed into a rich crimson, completely mixed with the feathers.

And the ice-blue flower on his left hand also turned into a puddle of blue liquid at this time.Linton grabbed some of the materials he had taken out from several cabinets before, flipping his hands over to fuse them together.

The silver magic power entangled the two liquids, and when the substances in the pot were completely melted, they were thrown into the pot together, and then the lid of the No. 4 potion was jumped open, and all the viscous silver substances inside were pulled out. Put into the pot.

The billowing white mist instantly enveloped the sight, even covering half of the tabletop.

However, Linton was still calm, with silver magic power flowing in his light blue pupils, and his expression carried a strange tranquility.

The silver magic power in his left hand merged into the pot, and he began to adjust the appearance of the substances inside without being affected by the fog.

And the silver magic power in the right hand stuck the lid of the No. 2 potion, using this potion to draw bright magic circles in the air, and one by one fell into the pot after the drawing was completed.With the fall of the magic circle, the material that was a little anxious gradually calmed down.

The approval in the eyes of the old man became more and more intense, and it became even more intense when the white mist completely dissipated, and the young man took out a purple gemstone that seemed to draw countless magic circles as if reflecting starlight from the pot.

Linton didn't notice this, but was going to take some materials from behind to process this gemstone into a ring or pendant to complete the final step of alchemy.

The old man hastily stopped him: "It's enough to get here, the rest is just some simple projects for face."

He said with emotion: "When I was young, I met His Excellency Christian Prinlvey, an admirable senior who still bloomed his academic splendor under the curse of darkness. I still remember him The beautiful scene when the hands that have been sung by countless bards dance on the test bench."

"It's amazing that you inherited the talent of that lord. I believe that those who swear that Prinlv is about to end will soon be beaten in the face."

Linton put the gemstone in his hand on the table and pursed his lips lightly.

"Of course, Principe will have a glorious future, and its glory will not end."

It's just that Linton didn't know that he had traveled to the book. The oath he secretly made when he was young is also the reason why he chose to contact the protagonist.

Although he has a cowardly petty bourgeois mentality, but when it comes to the family that raised him tenderly and still makes people feel distressed, he still hopes...

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy looked up, and the sun was shining brightly.

"I believe Prinylvi will restore his glory, with my hands and the endless wisdom of others in the family! Even if the talent is cursed, we still have hands."

The old man pinched his beard lightly, remembering the Anlaine Sikovia whom he had seen two days ago.

Compared with these two dazzling people, those families who still have the prestige of the top ten families...