[No CP] Monster Race Growth Daily

As we all know, alchemist is a profession that burns money.It can be said that if you want to learn orthodox alchemy without any money, it is almost impossible.

But what is more widely known is that once you become an intermediate alchemist, a lot of money will come to you.

why?

It can be imagined that small things made by hand are convenient props that ordinary people dream of, and a simple potion can have unexpected miraculous effects.

These things can be said to be money-absorbing weapons.

So here comes the problem, since Lu Ren is sure that he can get the support of investors, of course he will not be a rookie who only knows the basics.

So, as a guy who is fully capable of supporting himself and even becoming a rich man, how did he fall to such a low level?Until now, I can't even solve my food and clothing by myself.

Could it be that investors' vision is so low that alchemy apprentices are needed now?

Lu Ren: "Hey, I will tell you about the classification of alchemists, not to make you mock me."

Bu Shengyao: "...Actually, I completely believe in your strength."

Lu Ren: "..."

But your expression has already leaked your true thoughts!

The place where Bu Shengyao and Lu Ren are currently located is the examination and registration office. There is a statue of a figure standing in front of the tall white building. According to Lu Ren, this person is the legendary alchemist "Nettle" who founded the National Alchemy Center.

The two of them are now standing under the statue stupidly.

Bu Shengyao bit off half of an ice cream ball, and vaguely asked the people around him: "Why are you dressed like this? You look more like a child abductor."

Lu Ren pulled the hat on his head: "I feel fine."

Bu Shengyao: "The point is that this will waste a lot of useless upfront investment. Do you want me to remind you how much this outfit cost?"

A big beard sticking to the chin, brown glasses covering the eyes, a baseball cap with a very wide brim, a large jacket with strange colors, black trousers with countless holes, and finally a pair of sloppy flip-flops.

The image is perfect, what a big otaku.

Lu Ren couldn't refute it, because no matter how you look at it, eating other people's money and drinking other people's food, and finally spending other people's money on useless things, is a bit of a joke.

In the end, he could only put his attitude down very low: "Well, if we get the money later, we can eat hot and spicy food as we like. Then when we buy bread, we can eat one and throw one away, and when we eat fried noodles, we can eat one plate and pour another." You have to believe that the current investment is necessary, and the change of image is the beginning of our success..."

Bu Shengyao patted him on the shoulder with a serious tone: "I understand, I understand, you are nervous, right. If spending our living expenses can make you not nervous, then spend it, it's okay, it's okay."

Lu Ren: "...Yes, I'm just nervous." Why does it feel like this child is so innocent.

Bu Shengyao pushed the man forward: "Okay, uncle, I'll send you here right away. If you sign up, you can do it alone, right?"

Lu Ren: "Although I can do it alone, can you do it here alone?"

Bu Shengyao: "No problem. I just lost my memory and I'm not a child without common sense. I need my parents to accompany me. I think they sign up very quickly. Anyway, I don't have anything to do. I just can buy some more ice cream balls." .”

Lu Ren took a few steps forward, and suddenly remembered something: "Eat less, because if you eat too much, you will easily get a stomachache."

Bu Shengyao: "Understood—the nagging uncle—"

Lu Ren pressed the brim of his hat and didn't say anything more.

Seeing him go, Bu Shengyao happily hopped to the stall just now, pointed at the ice cream cone: "Boss, here's another set of super big ice cream balls!"

After successfully getting a Big Mac with fifteen ice cream balls, Bu Shengyao happily took a bite of it.

As for who told him to eat less before——

Hey, why didn't I hear anything.

Then his personal experience let him experience what the old man said must be reasonable.

After repeating the act of dying several times, Bu Shengyao covered his stomach with cold sweat.

After struggling to move to a place where he could sit down, the clothes on his back were almost soaked in cold sweat.

So could it be that he has food poisoning...

He must sue the stall owner for selling unclean food!This is definitely not because I ate too much when I was cold!

Lu Ren, who came back after registering, searched for a long time before finding this small corner.

Just as I was about to call someone back to the hotel, I realized that the person's complexion was wrong, a little too pale.

Lu Ren asked: "What's the matter with you, you were quite energetic just now?"

Bu Shengyao: "...stomachache."

Lu Ren: "How can something happen to you just now... Tell me, I ate a few more ice cream balls."

Bu Shengyao: "..." How could this person guess so accurately?

Lu Ren: "So how many are there?"

Bu Shengyao: "...Ten, more than a dozen."

Lu Ren: "The truth?"

Bu Shengyao: "...Two, maybe twenty or so"

Lu Ren took a deep breath: "Do you want me to find the stall owner?"

Bu Shengyao gave up on himself: "It's a huge set meal, I ate four."

Lu Ren: "!!!"

In view of the fact that this kind of set meal has one portion in the whole city, Lu Ren gasped: "You ate seventy?!"

Even though Bu Shengyao was suffering, he took the time to give him a strange look: "I heard that professions such as alchemists are highly skilled, and they deal with the door of truth every day. I thought that at least your mathematics should be It's passed."

Lu Ren: "...It was a slip of the tongue just now."

Bu Shengyao took a deep breath and stood up reluctantly: "Actually, the pain is not that bad, it's much better than before."

Lu Ren supported him: "I think you should see a doctor first. I've never heard of someone who killed sixty ice creams in one go just because they were delicious."

Bu Shengyao: "It's just a feeling, and I can't stop eating it. An uncle like you who has no childhood will not understand this kind of fun."

Lu Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm starting to suspect now that you weren't beaten with a sack because the things you spit out of your mouth were too uncute, and then you lost your memory."

Bu Shengyao was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't think it should be such a bad truth."

Lu Ren dragged and dragged the person to the hospital with some difficulty, and then remembered a very important problem - they had no money.

The last money was all used by Bu Shengyao to buy ice cream. Although that kind of ice cream balls were not expensive, the accumulation of quantity made the final price very scary.

Lu Ren looked at the gate of the hospital with a feeling of hopelessness.

A penny beats a hero.

Although they are not heroes, they are just a tramp and a little brother with amnesia.

Bu Shengyao yawned: "Okay, uncle, I don't need to see any doctors anymore. I think my self-healing ability is quite good, and I don't feel much anymore."

Lu Ren was skeptical.

Bu Shengyao simply let go of his arm and stood up straight: "Look."

Lu Ren was surprised to find that in just a short while, the man's face was no longer pale, and the cold sweat did not stay, and the whole person looked very healthy.

Only one thing is wrong: "No, Yao Sheng, what is that thing on your face?"

Bu Shengyao touched his face subconsciously: "What is it?"

Seeing Bu Shengyao's unawareness, Lu Ren described it to him: "It's just under your eyes that suddenly appeared a few tattoo-like things."

Bu Shengyao frowned, and took out a mirror from his pocket.

He leaned forward and saw himself in the mirror. There were a few black lines under his eyes, which were a bit too dark against the light brown hair color.

In other words, why does he always feel that his hair color should be similar to the color of this texture?

Lu Ren was a little surprised when he was worried: "Why do you even have a mirror? Your pocket doesn't look big. Is there anything else in it? Is it really okay if you are like this..."

Bu Shengyao wiped that piece of skin with his hand, and said with some uncertainty, "I think there should be nothing wrong."

Then they discovered that a little rubbing seemed to help.The color of the texture has become lighter!

Bu Shengyao was a little frightened, and put the hand that had wiped the lines just now in front of his eyes for a closer look. The color of his fingers was normal, and did not turn black because of the lightening of the lines.

So what is the principle of this?

Lu Ren has a big heart. After finding out that nothing happened, he told him what happened when he signed up today.

They turned and left the hospital behind and walked back to the hotel together.

Fortunately, when I booked a hotel, I paid half a month's room fee directly. Now even if I ran out of money, I only had to worry about food.

"When I went to sign up today, I saw a few good investors..." Lu Ren walked in front, rambling.

Bu Shengyao walked behind, staring at his fingers, a small red flame suddenly appeared on that hand.His eyes darkened, and he quietly retracted his hand, and the flame disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Just now, the voice from the previous memory appeared again.

[Try not to expose your uniqueness, try not to spoil anything out of curiosity, try to restrain your behavior, and don't cause trouble for the surroundings. ]

Who is this voice, and what are these constraints for?You can't just let him be a good boy.