Who wants to beat my son?

Mason is always polite to people he knows.

"I was once saved by Mr. Aurelius, who helped my parents keep their titles."

"Oh—you are the youngest son of the Cross family!"

Ollie finally matched him with the sickly face in her memory and recognized him. The girl skipped around him and looked at him carefully for a long time.

"You look much healthier. We are on patrol now. Do you want to come along? There have been too many people causing trouble recently and we are short of people."

"Is there a lot going on in Ya'an City recently?"

"It's all because of the secret brewing. Ever since that kind of wine flooded into Ya'an City, the Earl has banned it. Once you drink it, you will never forget the taste. People will spend all their money just for a glass of wine. People who can't afford it wander around the streets all day, causing a lot of trouble. So the city has strengthened patrols."

"We also have this kind of wine here. It is said that it came from Ya'an City."

Olihe said arrogantly: "They were all taken out by the caravan. As long as there is profit, these merchants dare to do anything. If Ya'an City had its own Chamber of Commerce, such things would definitely not happen."

"Since everyone knows that this kind of alcohol is harmful, why do people still buy it?"

“There are always some people who are powerless to resist the cruelty of reality and can only indulge in illusory happiness. Choosing to resist requires courage, and not everyone has the support to stand up against despair. So even if they know they will become addicted, there are still people who are like moths to a flame and will not hesitate.”

Rambo's words left Mason speechless: "Have you found the source of the secret brew?"

"I shouldn't tell you this, but it's no secret in Ya'an. The producers of the secret brew haven't known about it yet. It was first introduced as a rare purifying drug. Later, people who drank the secret brew gradually became addicted and caused trouble everywhere, which attracted attention. Be careful when you meet these people, they are all fearless guys."

Ollie looked a little disappointed: "Although I want to go on patrol with you, it seems that there is no chance now. Maybe next time."

"How..."

Before Mason finished speaking, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of the boy's collar.

Abner's voice came from behind, with a hint of gnashing teeth.

"How did you get here?"

"I just wanted to come out and take a look..."

The opponent was a level higher than him, and Mason was powerless to resist, so he tucked his tail between his legs. He flicked his forehead in annoyance: "I did so many things for you, but you ran off to play, and I had to find you."

"Didn't you hear that? The best plant blood practitioner here is a pharmacist. I'm going to take you to see him."

He obviously rushed out after realizing his son was missing. After saying goodbye to the District 11 team, he took Mason away and found the target on a street corner.

It was a three-story house with white walls and a red roof. A clinic sign was hung on the door. It looked like no one was interested.

Abner pointed to it and said, "This is where the pharmacist is. The Count has already said hello. Go ahead."

He had no intention of following, so Mason nodded and walked over to knock on the door. He knocked for a long time. The door creaked open, revealing a grim face.

The man glanced at Mason coldly, his eyes were so arrogant that it made people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

"Who is it?"

The chestnut-haired boy replied politely, "I am Mason Cross, and Count Yanan recommended me to be an apprentice here."

Hearing Yaan's name, the young man's eyes turned to Mason: "Come in."

Mason walked in. It was a mess with all kinds of books piled up everywhere. He had just taken a few glances when a

The pharmacist didn't care if he would hit the new apprentice, and said without turning his head: "Here, I'll give you 20 days to learn all the knowledge in it."

Looking at the huge block of book that was as thick as a finger, Mason's mouth twitched: "Is it possible to finish such a thick book in 20 days?"

"It's fifteen days now."

Mason opened his mouth to speak, but the pharmacist sneered, his contempt undisguised.

"Do you think it's unfair? There is no fairness in the world. Know your position. You are begging me now."

As the saying goes, rare goods are valuable. He is one of the few pharmacists in Partington City, and like the other party, he is a plant-based person. There is no need to worry that he will not listen to him.

Mason hadn't felt this way for a long time since he had mastered the vest. He gritted his teeth and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Ten days."

What ten days?

The pharmacist was stunned and heard the other party say coldly: "I can learn it in ten days."

What a big tone!

The pharmacist laughed in anger: "Okay, I want to see what you are capable of. If you can't learn it within ten days, get out!"

“What if I learn it?”

"If you learn it, I will accept you as my disciple. Isn't that enough?"

The pharmacist sneered. Bloodline people are impulsive by nature. When the two sides meet, it is like pouring cold water into a frying pan, with all the crackling and splattering of malice. He didn't care what the boy thought at all, and looked into the room indifferently.

"Come here, from today on you will be in charge of him."

A person stood up from the corner, her hair was white and her body was hunched. She was crouching in the corner like a dying animal, looking at them with timid eyes.

The pharmacist gave the order and walked to the other side. The old woman walked cautiously to Mason and whispered, "Sir, please follow me."

She spoke in a flattering tone and took Mason to the compartment. The room was very simple, with only a bed and a table and chairs. The old woman turned on the light with a humble look.

"I'm just outside the door. You can call me anytime if you need anything. If you have any questions about the book, you can also ask me."

"What is your name?"

"I don't have a name."

“Are you a pharmacist too?”

The old woman's eyes flashed with bitterness, and she bowed to him: "I am just an old woman, not a pharmacist. I will be waiting outside the door."

She closed the door quietly, leaving Mason alone in the room. The room was small and cramped, and the boy sat on a chair and opened the book that the pharmacist threw to him, reading page by page.

Gradually, his expression became more and more strange, and he flipped through the pages faster and faster. The sound of pages turning was endless. If others saw this scene, they would definitely think that the chestnut-haired boy was here to cause trouble.

The page stopped at the last one, Mason let out a long breath, his eyes shining brightly.

He knows this stuff! He's seen it!

In church scriptures, in teachers' teachings, in various rituals, in the memory of the Blue Mist Tree...

Churches use herbs to purify the body and mind, followers of the god of death use herbs to make medicines, and tribesmen use them to heal wounds.

Herbal medicine is a discipline that is based on the experience of countless predecessors. In addition to pharmacology and medicine, it is also often used in sacrifices and rituals. No one knows plants better than plants, no one knows sacrifices better than priests, and no one is more obsessed with research than the spirits with endless lives.

In addition, he has the biggest killer.

Canaan, who was far away in the holy city, called the clergy to find all the books of the pharmacist. Although he could not enter the library for the time being, the church always responded to his requests.

The same thing happened to the profiteer who was temporarily out of trouble. At his command, Bai immediately brought a full set of books and the most famous pharmacist in the black area for counseling.

After Oleus made a request to the Luo family, the souls arrived quickly. Living people know that there is a limit to their lifespan, but souls are different. Several pharmacist masters born in the history of the Luo family personally explained to him and tailored a learning plan for him.

Mason's original body was locked in the compartment of Ya'an City, reading this carefully. With the bonus of the vest and the learning ability cultivated by the original body for a long time, learning became a happy thing of 1+1>3.

The masters' careful explanations were profound and simple, linking various knowledge together. The boring herbal medicine suddenly became interesting and addictive.

The ten days passed in a flash as Mason immersed himself in study. During this time, he hardly even went out, and his meals were delivered to him by the old woman.

The pharmacist saw this and felt disdainful. If learning was so easy, there wouldn't be only a few pharmacists in Ya'an City. A mere "Basic Herbal Medicine Encyclopedia" is only a finger thick, and I don't know how many people have been stumped. Even a genius like him took fifteen days to learn it, let alone the other party who only took ten days?

This guy actually dared to speak so arrogantly in front of him. He will regret it when he is kicked out! It will be useless to ask the Earl for help then. He does not need a disciple who does not respect others.

Thinking of this, he kicked the old woman in the corner hard again, his expression full of disgust.

"It's because you're too weak to make a better potion. It was such a waste to pick you up in the first place. The seedling I finally found turned out to be a waste."

The old woman huddled in the corner of the wall. A closer look revealed that she had a pair of beautiful eyes. She looked frightened and helpless like a deer. After the man turned away, cursing, she lowered her eyes tiredly and silently melted into the darkness.

…

On the day of the test, the pharmacist specially invited several friends to come and check each other's courses in public. Mason knew something was wrong, but he was not afraid. He wanted to see who was more embarrassed.

Of course, the pharmacist's friends are also pharmacists. The chestnut-haired boy came out of the house and just happened to hear his "teacher" talking about him impatiently.

"If it weren't for the Count's invitation, I wouldn't have accepted such a fool. He is just wasting my time making potions."

"Don't say that. Maybe the other person is very talented."

The pharmacist sneered, "Huh? A guy who boasted that he could learn the "Basic Herbal Medicine Encyclopedia" in ten days. If he has the talent, I will walk around Ya'an City upside down."

"I'm glad to hear that, teacher."

The boy walked up to them with a shy smile on his face: "I will try my best to fulfill your wish."

The pharmacist's face suddenly darkened. What he hated most was people who embarrassed him in front of his friends. This attitude was nothing short of provocation. The man suddenly asked.

"How to use purple leaf grass?"

This question was too sudden, and the knowledge of herbal medicine was too complicated. If it were an ordinary person, his brain would definitely go blank. But the chestnut-haired boy smiled slightly, his voice gentle and soft.

"The peak growing season is from June to September, and the flower stems can be used as medicine to reconcile the conflicting raw materials of the medicine."

"What's the difference between white stamen flowers and night stamen flowers?"

"The former has saw-like leaves that are denser and have a faint fishy smell. The latter has gear-like leaves that are wider apart and have a faint fishy smell. Although both grow under broad-leaved trees, the former is an antidote for giant-toothed snakes, while the latter is highly toxic, so they must be distinguished."

“…”

The pharmacist asked one question after another, and he was more and more surprised. No matter what he asked, the other party answered fluently. It was as if he had really memorized the whole thing.

The friend looked at the boy in surprise, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"This child has great talent. Did he really only learn for ten days?"

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm just a little smart."

How is that possible?

How could there be such a person in the world? He must have cheated!

The pharmacist's expression became increasingly ugly, and he suddenly asked, "What kind of medicine can Ansai flower be used to make?"

Friends who heard this looked at him in surprise. Anse flower is an extinct plant. This issue is beyond the scope of "Elementary Herbal Medicine Encyclopedia" and is not something that a novice can know.

The chestnut-haired boy still gave the correct answer without hesitation: "Minor injury treatment potion and blood tonic potion."

The man was surprised and immediately caught him: "There is no record of Ansai flowers in the book I gave you. You didn't learn this knowledge at all, you are just cheating!"

Mason was prepared: "It's not in the book you gave me, but I've read books on pharmacy at home before. The Plant Records of the Pre-Dark Mist Era and the Complete Book of Historical Pharmacy both mention this plant, on page 245 and page 79 respectively."

This guy...!

The pharmacist's face darkened, and he scolded the old woman for calling these two. Pages 245 and 79 clearly recorded the relevant content of Ansai Flower, even the page numbers were correct.

He stared at the two pages with an expression that looked like he wanted to eat someone. Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible! How could there be someone more talented than him in the world! ?

After thinking about it, the pharmacist had only one thought: "You must have cheated! Unless you are a brainworm bloodline, it is impossible for someone to remember so many things in such a short time!"

Yes, it is indeed impossible for ordinary people. But he is a Quarto.

Mason responded with a shy smile, which was very eye-catching in the other person's eyes: "Maybe it's because I'm a genius."

This sentence stung the man: "You...!"

The chestnut-haired boy added obediently, "Don't forget to fulfill your promise, teacher. Stand upside down and walk around Ya'an. As a bloodline, you will not default on your debt, right?"

If he really did it, where would he put his face? If he didn't do it, all his friends would hear what he said, how would he face them in the future?

The pharmacist's face turned pale and blue, and the glares from the other pharmacists made him unable to raise his head. He raised his hand in anger, and his palm glowed blue: "You bastard...!"

The boy was not afraid: "You don't want to hit me, do you? It's not good for a teacher to hit people."

"Since you want to recognize me as your teacher, you can beat me if you want. Who can control me?"

"I!"

The door of the room was kicked open, and a man with chestnut hair, narrowed eyes, and a cold face full of murderous intent came in.

Abner waited outside for who knows how long, just to see who was bullying his son. Everyone who saw him couldn't help but feel shocked. The bloodline who could obtain the title of nobility was the best among their peers, and the murderous aura on their bodies was naturally not something that these ordinary pharmacists could match.

The man's cold gaze passed over everyone's face, and finally stopped at the pharmacist's face. His tone was extremely dangerous.

"Why, you're the one who wants to attack my son?"