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After venting his anger on Mason, the pharmacist finally felt better. He didn't intend to kill him directly to avoid getting into trouble. Likewise, he didn't intend to let him learn a lesson.

The man said in a pretentious manner: "Since you want to inherit my legacy, you must show respect and do whatever I tell you to do."

Cleaning, doing housework. Trying to squeeze each other's energy, leaving only extremely strict time for study. And in order to get this little knowledge, students must kneel down and lick his feet!

The pharmacist's mind was filled with countless vicious yet harmless plots, as he had done to many of his previous apprentices. When they left in anger, he would reappear as Master Yan and gain the sympathy of the crowd.

No one knows that he has a twisted jealousy in his heart. Because he has benefited from the gift of talent, the pharmacist hates geniuses the most.

Ever since he could remember, he had the blood and brain suitable for preparing medicines, and most importantly, he had a complete set of pharmacist inheritance and Ya'an's appreciation.

It can be said that he has never suffered any great hardship in his life. As the best pharmacist in Ya'an City, even the most cunning bloodline people will become quiet in front of him.

As long as no one is stronger than him, he will always be respected. This made the man look at Mason with more vicious eyes. The latter seemed to be scared and would agree to any excessive request he made. The pharmacist was immersed in his complacency and did not notice the other party's abnormality at all.

Instead of being angry at his challenge, Mason felt a little happy.

Even if a person has bad character, the person that Ya'an can trust must have good skills. Mason wiped the medicine shelf, and paid attention to the other person's actions of refining medicine.

The pharmacist was not worried about someone stealing his knowledge. Pharmacy is a very detailed subject, and it is not something that can be understood at a glance. In addition, he deliberately concealed the boy's knowledge, so the boy could not learn anything at all.

But Mason didn't need to know all the steps. He only had to tell the other party the materials used, and the pharmacists from other places would immediately tell him what the medicine was, its effects and shortcomings. Unknowingly, Mason had already understood the other party's medication habits and abilities clearly, and even learned them all by analogy.

Only when making a certain potion, the pharmacist will deliberately drive the other person out, leaving only wormwood in the room.

The old woman looked at him in panic. The man grabbed her hand, cut his wrist until blood flowed, and filled the cup.

After doing all this, he completely ignored the cut on the other person's wrist and turned around to make medicine. After making a potion, he took out a small bottle of clear and transparent liquid from the secret compartment.

The pharmacist carefully uncorked the bottle, and an extremely tempting aroma emanated from it. He swallowed subconsciously and handed the wormwood over: "Drink!"

Absinthe hesitated for a moment, and seeing the other person's face sank, she hurriedly took the bottle and took a sip. The sweet liquid stimulated her taste buds, and her expression was dazed for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

The man stared at her face closely: "How is it? Does it have any effect?"

The old woman shook her head, and the man's face suddenly turned dark. He put the empty test tube back in, swearing.

"It must be because your pollution level is too low. I have told the Earl that I will be able to hand over the medicine on time. You must take this medicine every day from now on!"

Kuai immediately recognized what it was and his face turned pale. The man said gloomily, "Don't even think about using tricks to ask that guy outside to save you. You are as useless as your mother. You can't even do this. If I hadn't raised you, you would have been killed by your useless mother a long time ago."

Only the pharmacist knew that although he had always told Wormwood that she could not live without him, that she was completely useless and could never be a pharmacist in her life, he actually lied. Wormwood did not inherit his ability to make purification potions, but she had a magical skill that was unparalleled for a pharmacist.

Her blood can act as a buffer in medicines. No matter how many conflicting herbs are added, as long as wormwood's blood is added, they can be neutralized, thus achieving incredible results.

This facilitated his reckless experiments, and was also the guarantee for him to take on the task of brewing the secret medicine of the Earl of Ya'an after all the pharmacists in Ya'an City withdrew. It would be a shame not to use this drug testing tool that was not afraid of contamination and could also supply materials.

But he also knew that Wormwood was not the best candidate for the drug test. The secret brew was to weaken the pollution, so he had to find someone with a high concentration of pollution to test it. The pharmacist's eyes turned, since he didn't want to use it on himself, wasn't the new kid the best candidate?

Even if his family members are extremely powerful, as long as he develops this medicine, the Earl will support him!

"Okay, get out now and let that bastard in. If you tell anyone what's going on here, I'll kill you."

Kuai lowered her head, took the bottle of medicine, and timidly retreated. Looking at her back, the man smiled wickedly.

He deliberately found a woman with the same plant bloodline to give birth to a child, just to have better offspring. Children are another kind of wealth, and as the person who gave her life, parents naturally have the power to manipulate her.

Distorting her cognition and taming her nature. Making her fear and respect her father, making her wake up in fear at night. Making her donate her bones, blood, and flesh to become the nutrients for advancement.

When the man found that Wormwood did not meet his requirements, he felt both dissatisfied and happy.

He was worried that his daughter would take revenge on him when she became strong, but he was also dissatisfied with her weakness. Wormwood's failure secretly satisfied the man's twisted thoughts, allowing him to vent his malice.

That's right! All these things happened because this idiot didn't meet her expectations. She is the culprit of all this! The pharmacist thought with great joy and pinched his neck subconsciously. His skin was red from being pinched. Before the pharmacist had time to think more, he saw the person outside walking in.

The chestnut-haired boy stood in front of him and timidly called out "Teacher."

The pharmacist's eyes flashed with excitement, and he handed the secret brew to the other party.

"Take a sip."

Under his order, the boy had no choice but to drink the secret brew. The pharmacist pretended to be kind and said, "Good boy, this is good for your body and can reduce pollution. Ordinary people can't even drink it if they want to."

As he said this, he took out a bottle of freshly prepared medicine and handed it to the other party, watching the boy drink it.

After finding out that the potion was useless, he looked annoyed and sent the man away with a fake smile. This was different from Wormwood, he still had to appease the man before developing the real potion.

“How is this done?”

Outside the laboratory, Absinthe looked at the man who was talking to himself in the room in amazement, his face full of disbelief. The boy who was sitting on the chair reading a book did not even raise his head.

"Phantom poison potion, 10 grams of ghost fire flower, 5 hairs of fantasy beast, 2 grams of phosphorus powder, grind them into powder and mix them together, add 3 drops of tears of fantasy monster, the finished product will evaporate when it comes into contact with air, and it will have a strong hallucinogenic effect within the range. Remember to completely seal it within five minutes after it comes out of the pot."

Don't leave the cleaning to your enemy, because you never know what he will put in your room.

The recipe was given by a pharmacist in the Black Area, the method of preparation was taught by the Luo family, and the ingredients were found by Absinthe in the laboratory. The pharmacist never thought that Mason had such a skill, and was completely unprepared.

When the time was almost up, the chestnut-haired boy swallowed the antidote in advance, walked into the room and leaned over to look into the other person's eyes. The pharmacist stared at him blankly, his pupils slightly dilated, and he was obviously in a trance.

"teacher..."

Mason raised the corners of his mouth. The sound and spores seemed to come from a dream and flowed into the other person's ears.

.....

Fast forward to the time before Mason returned, to the Earl's Mansion.

Kuai bowed before the chestnut-haired boy, firmly blocking his way. Mason looked somewhat helpless: "You want to go back too?"

"Yes. I wanted to help you, and he was...sort of my father."

Mason frowned. "How can he be called a father if he treats you like this?"

"I know he treats me badly...but I can't run away..."

A trace of fear flashed across Wormwood's eyes. Mason couldn't help but think of the elephants in the circus. The baby elephants were tied to wooden stakes, and no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't leave. When they got used to it, they wouldn't leave even if someone untied the rope.

Mason sighed in his heart: "I know. But that will definitely cause us some suffering. The pharmacist will definitely take revenge on us and maybe even do experiments on you."

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

"I understand. I have one more favor to ask of you. My father said that he is researching a new medicine recently. Please write down the formula for me. If there are any herbs I need, please get some for me."

This was not a difficult task for Absinthe, as she handled all the pharmacist's household chores. It was harmless to secretly hide some ingredients. She asked curiously, "Do you want to steal the potion formula? The new potion has not been successful yet. If you want it, you will have to wait for a while."

"No." The boy shook his head, a sharp look flashed across his eyes. "I want to finish first and trample everything he has under my feet. For a proud person like him, completely destroying his self-esteem is the greatest punishment."

......

He is dreaming.

The pharmacist knew that he was in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Those dreams were more terrifying than the most bizarre fantasies. He dreamed that he was a genius that everyone admired one second, and the next second he was trampled under everyone's feet. Those people he looked down on were laughing at him, insulting him, and beating him. The man's cheeks were burning with pain, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'm not a piece of trash! I'm the best pharmacist in all of Ya'an!"

No one cared what he said, and everyone walked away laughing, leaving him alone to be swallowed by the darkness.

He dreamed that he was lying in a secret brewing pool, drinking the sweet liquid in big gulps. The blood flowed out of his skin and blended into the mellow wine, which was drunk by countless people.

He dreamed of shattered despair, dreaming of inserting his hands into a woman's belly and pulling a baby out of it...

When the pharmacist woke up from his dream, he was surprised to find that he had broken out in a cold sweat. He stared at the ceiling blankly, feeling that his mind was stuck and a strong thirst was welling up in his throat. When he came to his senses, he was holding a bottle of secret wine in his hand, and the bottle was empty.

His sense of time was disrupted, and the experiment was occasionally paused. The man looked dazed and didn't notice that his body was gradually losing weight.

But he soon had no time to continue to be disturbed, as another incident made the pharmacist even more alert.

That's how Mason grew up.

Although the agreed date had not yet arrived, the young boy would still ask the teacher for advice from time to time. The young apprentice sat in front of the teacher and said sincerely and gently: "Teacher, I have memorized this, please ask me any questions."

The pharmacist didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he asked, the more his face turned gloomier. This kid was even more outrageous than before, and he recited the entire paragraph before he even finished asking, leaving him no room for maneuver!

Those books that poor pharmacists couldn't finish reading in their lifetime seemed like children's games. Why did this guy read everything? He was sure that he had never seen those books, but no matter how much he squeezed Mason, he could still absorb everything quickly.

There is no doubt that this kid is a genius.

If the pharmacist were to choose his enemies, the one he least wanted to face was the genius. Now that he had offended him, don't blame him for suppressing the genius and causing him to fall.

The pharmacist was determined to give the other party a warning, so he took the initiative to ask Mason to come to the laboratory. He prepared the materials needed for today in advance, with a false smile on his face.

"You have been studying very hard during this period. Today, the teacher will give you a practical lesson."

"This is the most commonly used healing potion. Crush two petals of the morning glory and boil them. Add six drops of wild beast mucus and two light stones. After boiling, add four grams of cucumber powder. When the color turns white, bottle it and it's done."

The pharmacist explained while operating. Grinding, extracting, blending different ingredients and boiling them. The various medicines reflected the crystal clear luster in the glass. The series of actions were dazzling and smooth.

He seemed to be teaching the other party with good intentions, but in fact he chose a potion that is generally recognized as a death potion by novices. The beast slime and the other two materials conflict with each other, and if the timing of adding is not right, it will explode. Cucumber powder can easily decompose the potion effect, and the color will change in one second when bottling, causing the entire bottle of potion to be useless. It can be said to be the potion that is most likely to fail for novices. During the production process, the pharmacist also showed off his skills throughout the whole process, without considering the novices at all.

After the medicine was sealed, the man smiled and said, "Do you understand? Come and try it. It's very simple."

As long as the opponent fails, he can attack with sarcasm, making the opponent doubt his talent and never be able to raise his head again. The man looked expectantly at the chestnut-haired boy who picked up the knife, even the movements of holding the knife were somewhat amateurish.

Mason tried the weight and smiled shyly: "I haven't tried it myself. If there are any problems, I hope the teacher can point them out in time."

"Of course, this is the teacher's responsibility."

The pharmacist agreed readily, and he was going to do it even if he didn't say it. He watched the other person's operation carefully, thinking about how to comment in his mind. Slowly, those harsh words disappeared without a trace. The man watched the boy's smooth movements with wide eyes, and a feeling of confusion rose in his heart.

This is impossible?

What is going on?

He had seen the boy's practice, and it was a world of difference from now. His thin fingers brushed the petals of the morning glory, as if dancing with them. The grinding was crisp, the amount was accurate, and the timing of adding was just right, without any delay. The final bottling process was even more perfect, and all the steps were completed within three seconds. The therapeutic medicine in the bottle was the color of first snow and of excellent quality.

Beginner's Problem - The pharmacist quickly searched his memory and was shocked to find that he didn't see any problems in the other party's operation.

Perfect! Standard! Even he could rarely complete such a classic drug-making process!

"The teacher is right. The treatment drugs are too simple. Let's make more difficult drugs next time."

The chestnut-haired boy put down the medicine bottle with an unusually sincere attitude. His nonchalant tone made the pharmacist's face turn pale. He had spent two full months learning how to use this medicine, and now he felt as if the other party had stepped on his face, burning with pain.

"You lied to me! You can't be a novice, you must have learned to make medicine before!"

"How could that be? I really had no experience with pharmacy before. It's thanks to your good teaching, teacher, that I feel I can learn these things just by reading them once."

"you--"

Reason told him that what the other party said was right and Count Ya'an would not lie to him.

But it was this gap that made people despair. The pharmacist's finger kept shaking as he pointed at Mason, and he almost vomited blood.

Making medicine is a very delicate matter that requires great patience, care and concentration.

As it happens, these are Mason's strengths.

When he first crossed over, he lay in bed for dozens of days. Even the most impetuous character would be polished into calmness by the darkness. Later, he had to operate three vests in separate windows without breaking the rules, which challenged his strong control ability. The growth of the world tree provided him with sufficient mental strength to support any complex operation. In addition, with the professional teachings received by the vests, making healing potions was a piece of cake for him.

The chestnut-haired young man approached step by step. The pharmacist shuddered for a moment, then he realized what he was doing.

He was actually afraid, afraid of a brat!

The man raised his fist again in anger, but the boy dodged it this time. The other man's expression was still gentle and polite, and there seemed to be a sneer in his eyes. Under his sight, the man showed a panic for the first time.

"It's so pitiful, teacher, please don't bow your head."

The boy leaned over and whispered softly to his ear, as if he were talking to a lover. His soft eyes were filled with happiness, and the feeling of returning evil with evil calmed the rampant pollution, leaving the man alone with fear.

"A genius can't admit defeat, right?"

The word "empty" echoed in my mind. Genius, genius, genius, genius, genius...

The man bit his lower lip until it bled, and his neck was tied with an invisible rope, so he couldn't utter a word.