The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"I don't have such good insight or leisure, but I simply feel that this alchemy apprentice is really just a magic apprentice.

"With such a physique and strength that can be easily subdued by his fellow apprentices, he can steal a century-old incense, make potions, and conclude a deal with drow all by himself, right under everyone's noses. Isn’t this a bit funny?”

Having said this, David smiled and turned his head to look at his two drow slaves behind him, and said with a smile:

"I have learned something about the social structure and behavior of the drow from my 'drow followers'. It is possible to do all the above with this apprentice, but the last step is to trade with the drow. Xiang, he absolutely cannot do it.

“Because there are usually stupid boys like this who have no strength to support, no backstage guarantee, and no control over resources but try to go to the dark region alone to dream of getting rich.

"Usually the final outcome is death. Even if he is lucky enough to successfully reach the drow stronghold, his life will be stripped naked by the passing drow and directly used for breeding.

"So this is fundamentally an impossible thing."

Artilicia, who had regained consciousness, was a little uncomfortable with the rude term "breeding" in David's mouth, but due to his responsibilities as a father, he felt that he had to treat his son Encourage your achievements.

He immediately smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, a very good and calm logical deduction."

At the same time, he added in his heart: 'It is also very consistent with our Silver Dragon style, and even has a hint of extraordinary perception that goes beyond calm rational thinking and is almost intuitive. ’

As a result, he unexpectedly received unintentional ridicule and psychological shock from his son:

"Well, isn't this something strange that can be seen at a glance? I thought you were testing me.

"Oh, I understand. You seemed a little absent-minded from the beginning. Is there really something wrong with the relationship between you and Grand Duke Baiyin?

"If you don't mind, you might as well tell me. Maybe I can analyze it for you and give you some ideas."

Artilicia almost choked on the spot and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage from this series of heart-wrenching words:

"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense. The relationship between Miliri and I is pure, not as dirty and unbearable as you imagine."

Of course he also understood that he was a little out of shape, but when was it his son's turn to teach his father how to pick up girls, this was awkward to hear.

"Pure feelings?" David immediately showed an expression like "the old man on the subway cell phone."

I think if I hadn't known your gender, the behavior you two had in Silver Castle would have been like the "Domineering Duke Falling in Love with the Sheep-like Me" in the female Mary Sue novel, right?

"How can you question the personal relationship between me and Miliri like this?" Pastor Artilicia's face turned red with anger.

But because she was born too beautiful, she seemed to be exuding a more alluring charm that lured dragons and elves. It was like an indiscriminate range of charm, which exposed everyone, including David, regardless of gender or race. The 'oh hoo' look of obsession.

Priest Atilicia, who had extensive experience in dealing with this, immediately used the [Exorcism Holy Light] to record it very skillfully. Everyone at the scene was stunned and woke up, but some of them had forgotten what happened before.

The scene was like a collective click of the man in black's memory eraser.

David immediately discovered [Greed] and half-expanded [Sex] in his mind. He instinctively wanted to go back to the previous memory, but was interrupted by Pastor Artilicia in time:

"Now is not the time to discuss this. You are right. It is simply impossible to complete the transaction chain with the drow with just one apprentice and these few minions. There must be more corruption that has not been discovered. This I must report this matter to Duke Silver immediately."

As he spoke, he picked off a century-old fragrant petal and wrote it with magic power. Then he summoned a [Magical Animal Messenger] owl, grabbed the petal letter and flew towards Silver Castle.

Seeing this scene, several other apprentices who originally had a sense of luck also fell to the ground. The two sides were fighting. On the contrary, the apprentice who was beaten at the beginning but was now considered guilty of meritorious service showed a relieved look and said to David. He showed gratitude, but was ignored by David who was preoccupied with other things.

"Let's go! Come into the workshop with me and see if there are any clues."

Such a serious case of large-scale corruption and collusion with drow had already occurred. Priest Artilicia no longer cared about any procedural rules and strode towards the alchemy workshop.

He completely didn't notice that his son David, who was following behind him, showed a "planned" smile, squinting his eyes and wagging his tail, and followed him into this seemingly simple but not simple alchemy workshop.

As Priest Artilicia pushed open the heavy oak door, a strange aroma mixed with herbs, ores, and alchemical recipes filled the air.

It was a calming, refreshing, and slightly mysterious smell.

Even through the high elves' mysterious lock settings, even an elf apprentice who has just been exposed to magic can clearly feel the magic elements here and their movement trajectories.

The light inside the workshop is suitable. Under [Celestial Control], abundant sunlight shines softly through the skylight, making the entire work space seem to be surrounded by a warm halo.

Behind the office of the arrested alchemist steward, there is a mural that is obviously crudely carved but still majestic:

Depicting their main elf god Corellon Lotharian, under his face, the mural depicts the tree of creation, and is also the creator god of the elf race, Elendis Neretrav, who protects and nourishes. Keeping the ecological balance of the elf world, it is also like watching and blessing every elf working in the workshop.

David followed Pastor Atilicia through the rows of tall, short, or weird ceramic crucibles, filter droppers, and all kinds of alchemical equipment. There were hundreds of alchemy apprentices following the alchemist, surrounding the fire. Source works intensely and focused.

They wore velvet robes, with elaborate observation glasses fixed above their heads, allowing them to accurately see the degree of miscibility of the pollen just picked from the century-old fragrant flower field with the magic power, as well as the changes in every drop of the medicine.

Their techniques are skillful and precise, and combined with mysterious alchemical spells and skillful and somewhat mechanical spell-casting gestures, every movement is as smooth as dancing.

Even during a break in the precise refining of potions, he could still take the time to bow gracefully and gracefully to Pastor Artilicia who was striding forward:

"Teacher Artilicia!"

"Master Artilisia!"

David, who originally held a prejudice against small workshops, couldn't help but be slightly shocked by this scene that was almost a combination of art and assembly line.

Everything here was a bit beyond his original expectations.

The pure greed for the money brought by smuggling was gradually replaced by exploration and curiosity about the profound magic and alchemy knowledge in front of him.

【greedy】

"Wait a minute, what did those alchemists call him just now? Teacher?" David seemed to have made an even more shocking discovery than before.

Just when David was also looking at Pastor Atilicia's back with admiration.

Priest Artilisia, who went straight to the steward's position, quickly found what he wanted in the alchemy manuals that the steward brought home every week with the help of a rummaging through the boxes and various detection, reduction and other magics. clues.

Then he summoned several core alchemists and apprentices one after another with great skill to ask questions one by one.

It seemed that after seeing that the scale of the corruption was not as serious as he expected, he felt a little relieved. After writing another letter and flying it to the Grand Duke of Silver, his eyes returned to his 'curious' observation. of david.

How could he not see his son's almost greedy 'curiosity' about alchemy.

Very well, the desire for knowledge and only greed are the most admirable qualities!

"What? Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

Pastor Artilicia felt that she finally had the opportunity and something suitable to teach her son.

It just so happened that the steward of this alchemy workshop had just been taken down. He was entrusted by the Elf King Eliandor and had to travel to various places to perform [Celestial Control] every now and then. The Temple of Justice could not do without him on weekdays.

In a short period of time, it seemed that there was no one more capable of gaining his trust than his own son.

As for the other party, he is still a complete newbie?

The other party is his own son, a silver dragon who shares the blood of the Sweetlandon clan with himself!

Under the guidance of his alchemy master, shouldn't the progress be rapid? Isn't it easy to surpass these elves and idiots in front of them?

If Pastor Atilicia had the same [arrogance] power as David at this moment, he would probably have reached a breakthrough level in an instant.

"Dare I ask, are you still...?" David raised his tail like a student who discovered some little secret.

Pastor Artilicia finally straightened her back in front of her son and smiled proudly:

"I am entrusted by Miliri Elizabeth, Duke of Silver Wheel,

"For the time being, I am the master of alchemy and the person in charge of this alchemy workshop.

"His Royal Highness Miliri's personal magic advisor.

"And, the inventor of the sobriety potion."

"." As expected, David was shocked once, twice, and three times, and the dragon's body shook wildly.

In the end, Pastor Atilicia showed an "admiring look" that made Pastor Artilisia quite satisfied and complacent, and then he bowed respectfully and said:

"Teacher Artilicia, please teach me the truth of alchemy."

This happiness came so suddenly.

This is no longer a pie-in-the-sky kind of thing.

But just when I was about to make a joke, the mouse fell directly into the granary, okay?

At the same time, he complained crazily:

Then why were you pretending to be aloof and arrogant for a long time?

If it hadn't happened like this.

He guessed that he still hadn't noticed the disguise of this guy who was pretending to be a pig and a tiger.