noble pharmacist

It has been ten days since Vincent came to Countess Bacons's castle as a free pharmacist.He was tired of the endless banquets here, and he didn't want to attend the autumn hunting event that the Countess invited him to participate in.He spends more time in the dark and damp basement of the castle where the medicinal materials stored in the castle have been stored over the years.Light fell on the storage shelves from the two-foot-square windows, and occasionally a golden dragon from Watermouth flitted across the sky, casting a fast-moving shadow.

Vincent William believed that there would be no better pharmacist than him in the land of Denton.Perhaps there were skilled wizards worthy of his attention in the forests of Frutriland to the north, but it was absolutely impossible in Mapleshire.

What's the name of the boy?

The castle gatekeeper's records read "Anderson Boots".

"Anderson", Vincent stared carefully at a piece of dried mint leaf, how could there be two people who looked so alike in the world?If he hadn't personally judged that the boy had died five years ago, he might have thought that a ghost crawled out of the grave.Yesterday he deliberately mentioned Seth in front of this person, but his eyes were very peaceful, the gray-blue eyes were as quiet as the sky in the autumn rainy season.

"Peppermint should be stored in an airtight container. The most effective scent of dried mint leaves will fade after a month." Someone said behind him, "I guess you must be thinking that the former apothecary in the castle was incompetent."

Anderson leaned against the old wooden door in the basement and stretched out his hand lazily: "Good morning, Mr. William."

Vincent made room for him to sit down: "Just call me Vincent."

Anderson knew Vincent's name from the cook at breakfast.Lion had come to him over a soup of bread and salt, and had taken the dragon egg, promising him a way to hatch a dragon.Ryan was naturally disgusted with small animal oil, so he swayed out the door with the egg between his two fingers.The butler sent someone to ask Anderson to try out the potion in the castle storeroom. Time was running out, so he had to let Ryan take the eggs away.

Anderson was thinking about his dragon eggs, and didn't talk to Vincent any more. He went around a few storage shelves, took a plant of agave, two mint leaves, crushed hyacinth and a few other herbs, and threw them all away. Into a narrow-necked glass bottle, pour the acidic solution and shake.Vincent stared dumbfounded and asked what he was doing.

Anderson shook the bottle vigorously and didn't mind: "Make a tequila potion!"

The reason why making agave potion is complicated is not that it is difficult to find medicinal materials, but that it is precisely in the dosage and timing of the medicine.This kind of potion cannot directly cure the disease, but is used as an auxiliary drug in combination with other drugs. For example, during the full moon, using agave water to dissolve moonshine can inhibit the transformation of werewolves, and bathing with a lot of agave water mixed with hot springs can Slow down the aging of women.Anderson observed the countess' recent attendance at the banquet and believed that she was by no means ill, but just wanted to try this folk remedy for eternal youth.

The pharmacist usually dissolves the mint leaves in acid water first, and when the liquid turns into a certain green color, he adds the crushed hyacinth that is ground into powder, and finally dips the cut agave grass.Even if there is a slight difference in the time and dosage of the medicine, the preparation of the tutor solution will be unsuccessful.Therefore, among the pharmacists invited by the Countess who claimed to be able to prepare the potion, only three of them managed to stay.Excluding Vincent, there are actually only two.

There are generally only two types of people who take and administer medicine quickly at one time, absolute laymen and absolute geniuses.

Vincent crossed his arms and looked at the young pharmacist. The solution in Anderson's bottle had changed from green to the correct dark black.He took a little with a long-handled spoon and tried it on the tip of his tongue, then threw a small piece of hyacinth, put the cork on the mouth of the glass bottle, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait--I don't think you mind if I accompany you to deliver the medicine," Vincent applauded approvingly, "Almost the correct amount of medicine is taken at one time, and the time of taking the medicine is exactly the same. The laziest and most irresponsible way to dispense medicine."

"Shocking can speed up the dissolution of the medicine," Anderson opened the door to hand in the medicine: "That's what my mentor taught me."

Vincent said suddenly: "Have you heard of the Lord Anderson who died in Castle Aiye five years ago? What a pity, he was only 17 when he died."

"There are so many people with the name Anderson. If you don't believe me, go to the market and shout, thirty people agree at the same time. And my surname is Boots, Anderson Boots."

Lord Anderson, he had long ago dropped the name.Anderson Lancaster had already died the day the fire destroyed Fort Aye, the day he was sealed in a coffin.It's ironic that when the two elder brothers fought desperately for the title of Duke of Aiyebao, his father, in the end he became the only heir of the family.Although he no longer has anything to inherit.

Vincent insisted on delivering the medicine with Anderson, and accompanied him back to the arranged room to rest.Along the way, he even lowered his airs and condescended to chat with Anderson, talking about the interesting stories of hunting dragons on the eastern plain, or the strange medicinal materials produced in the desert country Sother.Anderson gradually discovered that although Vincent was a bit arrogant, his conversations were humorous, and both pharmacists had a lot of topics in common, so they became friends without knowing it.

Vincent was very surprised: "Then your mentor is the same as you. He remembers the process of dispensing the medicine after watching it once? You can know what is made by taking a sip of the medicine?"

"No, this is my own ability. When I was young, my room was next to the medicine storage room, and I am very familiar with medicinal herbs." Anderson smiled: "Each medicine has its own unique smell, and sometimes you don't need to taste it. Smell it and you'll know - it's that simple."

Vincent wanted to tell the children that this was not easy, so he asked casually, "Who is your mentor?"

Anderson's face turned cold: "I'm dead."

Seth, who had just rushed back to Wangdu Hot Spring Palace from Futuiland, sneezed inexplicably.

When he arrived at the residence, Vincent looked up and down, frowning: "Why were you assigned to the servant's room?"

Anderson thought that if I had a letter of recommendation from an aristocratic family like you, I would be able to live in a superior room.

He condescended to suggest: "Ann, if you can't sleep well, you can come to sleep in my room. We are friends, so don't be too formal."

But Anderson was eager to find his own dragon eggs, so he left Vincent.Looking around, I saw Ryan squatting by the chicken coop behind the castle kitchen and chatting with the pock-marked girl in charge of raising chickens.A poor old hen was hatching her dragon eggs.The girl, who had never seen a patterned egg, was adoring Ryan.

Anderson quickly rescued the egg: "Dragon eggs are hatched with the mind! Any sudden change in the environment will make the little dragon feel uneasy. You have to convey your love to it continuously and tell it that the world is safe. Only small dragons are willing to break out of their shells. The owner of a dragon must be loving and strong..."

Ryan pointed to the hen: "It will convey maternal love to the egg instead of you."

Anderson hugged his precious egg and got furry. Ryan took the opportunity to pinch his ass while smoothing his hair, and even coaxed and pulled him into the grove in the garden to be wiped dry and eaten.The dragon egg dangled in his pocket, and he heard the owner gnash his teeth: "Lian, you bastard, if you dare to touch there, I'll kill you!"

Then came a warning: "Put your paws away, someone is watching under the tree over there!"

"If you dare to take off my clothes, you will die!"

In the end, it turned into a plea for forgiveness: "Pain, take it easy...it's too deep! Don't call me dear..."

Ryan snorted: "Baby, your voice is so beautiful. It would be even more beautiful if you could open your legs a little more."

Xiaolong closed his eyes inside the egg, feeling that the outside world was too dangerous, so he didn't think about breaking the egg for a short time.

Vincent stood quietly across a maple tree covered with red leaves. When Ryan took off Anderson's clothes, he turned and left.The next day, he came to Anderson with a pharmacopoeia under his arm. He acted as if nothing had happened, and he was still very personable: "Ann, my friend brought me a sprig of rosemary that can help me sleep. How about giving it to you, as a friend ?”