Watsonburg fell into a superficial calm, but one day later, under the Tower of Babel, Ashe came out of the wizard tower, frowned, and looked at the sky outside. Behind the mountains in the east, a large area of ​​red illuminated the entire sky. It was the early morning of the next day.

In the family's backyard, the clan member asked her to go back, saying that there was something to discuss. She thought to herself, she was just a small wizard, what could there be to discuss.

A few days ago, she gave her aunt an initial version of the blood purification potion. Could this be the case?

The blood purification potion is a tailor-made potion for oneself. Under Dolai's guidance, it can only be used by oneself. Now, if it is to be used for others, it needs to be re-adapted and the formula needs to be re-used. The changes in the process are not something that ordinary people can understand.

Several months have passed since we first arrived on the island, and only now are there any signs of progress.

Looking up, a carriage slowly stopped at the door of the wizard tower and stopped in front of him, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

The coachman was an old man with wrinkles all over his face, but he jumped off the carriage nimbly and said with a laugh, "Ashe, let's go back."

Ash nodded, his expression suddenly respectful, "Well, Grandpa Ram, why are you here today?"

Grandpa Ram is the elder of the family. Normally, he only drives the carriage for the Lord of Rhine City. Now he comes to be her coachman, and he is simply flattered.

Although Ram is a coachman, he gives people a sense of being indomitable wherever he stands. He smiled slowly and said, "What else could it be? If your thing succeeds, it will be a great thing for our Rhine family. I'm not a big shot. It's my honor to pick you up."

Ashe pursed her lips and covered them slightly, showing a rare little girl attitude, "Grandpa Ram, if you are a nobody, then everyone in the Rhine family is a nobody. Okay, okay, let's not flatter each other. Let's go home. Oh, by the way, who asked me to go back this time? I still haven't figured it out.

Ram nodded kindly and said, "Get in the car. I'll tell you once you get in the car."

The carriage is very low-key, but very spacious, with plenty of space inside. The outside is made of special alloys and comes with multiple magic arrays. It is very sturdy and cannot be broken even by a life-threatening blow from a seventh-level master.

After entering, Ashe looked left and right, feeling very curious. This was usually the city lord's vehicle, but it was rarely seen.

Seeing Ash like this, Ram smiled and closed the car curtain.

The carriage started and slowly left the wizard towers in the morning light.

In the Marcia family, Jasmine stood in front of a man, listening to his earnest words, feeling very uncomfortable.

Although she was not a high-ranking member of the Marcia family, she was aware of the trend of the entire Watsonburg. Now that Lord Allen had survived the catastrophe and became the second seventh-level wizard in the Glory Wizard Alliance, and had control of the wizard tower of the Glory Wizard Alliance, he was already second in Watsonburg after Lord Puyousi. Although each family also had seventh-level masters, how could their foundation be compared with that of the Glory Wizard Alliance? Moreover, they controlled the formation of the entire Glory Wizard Alliance. It was just a matter of thought for them to kill anyone they wanted.

This was the path she had chosen, and she had no choice because the man in front of her was her husband.

She lowered her head and said softly, "I told him last time, he said he had no intention of fighting with anyone. In fact, he did so. He has not troubled us for such a long time. Now it is not his business, but the business of others who are taking advantage of our misfortune."

The man's face was extremely gloomy. "Even if he didn't do it, the fact that others did it was related to him. Go and beg him again. Maybe there will be a turnaround for this matter."

Jasmine shook her head, "I sent him a message but he didn't even respond."

The man's expression changed and he became furious. "I don't care. The reason why our family is at odds with Nadola is all because of you. If you don't do this well, you will never get any of our family's resources again."

Jasmine could imagine the other party's expression and the ways in which he would punish her. Hearing this, she turned around silently, with a tear flowing from the corner of her eye.

It's impossible to say that I don't regret it, but now that things have turned out like this, there's nothing anyone can do.

Ever since the last incident, the Marcia family has fallen into decline and their business has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Up to now, they have only relied on a few large caravans to survive, and all businesses in the city have suffered a great blow.

The industrial structure of the Masia family itself is very complex, but the most fundamental is the caravan, and now basically all of them have retreated back to the caravan.

Jasmine had followed the caravan because she had taken a fancy to them. She had never expected that Dolai’s influence alone could have affected an entire family. A genius pharmacist was truly terrifying.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go and tell him, but I can't guarantee that he will accept it."

The man said bitterly, "You go and tell them first. If it doesn't work, we'll find a way."

In fact, it was not Dolai who was messing with them, but those adventurers who were boycotting them spontaneously. Dolai didn't sell them potions, and those adventurers who liked Dolai spontaneously stopped going to their store. After a long time, they couldn't hold on any longer.

For those adventurers, even if Dolai's potions returned to the custom prices of the Apothecary Guild, they were still very popular because the quality was so good.

As long as Dolai can resume supplying them with medicine, it will mean that both families will be relieved.

…

There was a pile of potion residue at Dolai's feet, but he was too lazy to clean it up. He had changed thirty alchemical methods, and kept changing them. The potions he made included finished products and waste products. In order to refine the potions, he completely sealed off this floor for ten days and did not see anyone.

After thinking for a while, he recorded the results of the alchemy. After thinking for a full half hour, he cleaned the test bench and did it again.

In the air, thirty magic hands were doing different work, sorting herbs, extracting, and purifying. In less than half an hour, a pile of materials were placed in front of them. Dolai stood there and only did the final alchemy.

About half an hour later, a beaker of azure blue potion appeared in front of him, with stars of various psychedelic colors flashing in it, which looked very beautiful.

Deep blue?

Dolai was just confused for a moment, then extracted a portion of the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

In his spiritual world, a large wave of power poured in from the outside and supplemented his meditation method. After sensing it carefully, he found that this potion was equivalent to half a month's practice.

"It looks like it's done. It's this alchemical formula!"

Dolai has always been demanding of perfection in his medicines. This is already his tenth successful formula, and it has finally met his requirements.

The next step is to announce it to the public.

Dole thought about it and decided to keep a low profile. He would prepare a batch for Ashe first, then ask the Ornn family how many copies they wanted, and ask them to prepare the relevant medicinal materials, and finally ask the Glory Wizard Alliance.

Yes, let’s do it. As partners, this is the treatment that the Ornn family deserves.