Maureen held a tube of green potion that was constantly emitting blue bubbles.

He squinted his eyes and kept looking.

Circles of green light were constantly emanating from the glass test tube and spreading out in all directions, making the surroundings glow faintly green, appearing mysterious and strange.

"Karmas potion is one of the important combinations of my recovery potion. I take it together with Deep Blue Potion and Purple Sea Potion every day, and then apply Helios Ointment..." Morin's eyes were constantly glowing with a cold blue light, and groups of data flashed rapidly on the light screen in front of him, looking particularly strange.

Maureen is analyzing his healing potion.

Morin seemed to be very concerned about his injuries. After he settled down, he used the chip and compared it with his own condition. In a very short time, he found the most suitable medicine that could recover his injuries as quickly as possible.

Of course, for someone at Morin's level, taking just one medicine alone wouldn't work; a combination of multiple medicines would be effective.

"It has been seven days since I last took the Karmas potion. The potion refined this time is just right. As long as I finish taking the potion here, I will be able to recover completely." Morin put down the potion in his hand, thinking silently in his heart.

He not only sighed a little.

It has been nearly two months since he opened the pharmacy and settled down in the small town of Hull. During this time, he finally saw hope of fully recovering from his injuries.

During these two months, although Morin looked very calm, in his daily life he was constantly manipulating the fire power in his body and exercising precise control. After two months, he had made some progress.

"Mr. Morin, the potion in your hand..." Thorne wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the tube of potion that was glowing green, and wanted to say something.

Bang! A stone on the ground suddenly flew up and hit Thorne's chest.

"Keep practicing sword skills, don't be lazy." Mo Lin's calm voice sounded.

"Okay...Okay, Mr. Morin."

Thorne quickly withdrew his gaze, he covered his chest and grimaced, it was obvious that he was in pain, but Thorne did not mean to complain at all, he looked at Maureen with gratitude in his eyes.

Because Morin was training him as a knight.

Thorne understood that this was his way of controlling extraordinary powers. It was a brand new beginning. A brand new world opened up before him. In a sense, his life was completely different from before.

Although Morin treated him with special disdain and he had to endure physical pain many times, Thorne really had no resentment towards Morin, only deep gratitude.

"Molin, Mr. Morin..."

Thorne felt a little gloomy when he thought of his identity. Then he gritted his teeth, tightened the sword in his hand, and practiced harder.

Maureen put the glass test tube with a green halo in his hand into his wide sleeves.

He looked ahead, at Thorne who was practicing swordsmanship, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

To be honest, the reason why Morin came to teach Thorne was partly because he was bored and wanted something to change his life. He taught very little, just a book on knight's breathing method and knight's swordsmanship that he had found interesting. But Thorne was very serious, which surprised Morin.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the shop and someone walked in.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Morin?" Just as Thorne was about to greet him, the visitor came to the backyard of the store on his own.

He was a Tuso noble young man, in his early twenties, with a faint smile on his face and a very elegant demeanor. Behind this Tuso noble young man were some sturdy and heavy-breathing Tusu people, who looked like they were guarding the noble young man.

Maureen was still lying in the chair. He looked over but didn't say anything.

"I am Melda, Melda Candis, Candis from one of the thirteen major clans of the Tusuo people." Melda was alive, with her hands crossed on her chest, performing a Tusuo etiquette towards Morin.

Maureen still didn't speak.

Just looking at this Melda.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, picked up a witchcraft book and began to read it.

"Thorne, here come the uninvited guests, ask them to leave." Morin's voice came over. If they went directly into the backyard, there would be no choice but to ask them to leave. However, with Thorne here, he didn't have to do it himself.

Thorne?

Melda was stunned.

He looked over and saw Thorne standing there with a cross sword in his hand, looking at a loss.

"I noticed that Thorne was a little bit strange recently, but I didn't expect that he would be so lucky to learn extraordinary powers from a distinguished wizard." Melda smiled and said in a very gentle manner, "However, respected wizard, are you willing to teach me? Don't worry, I can definitely give you a generous reward that will satisfy you."

"You are a wizard, so noble, why waste your time on a little servant like Thorne."

Melda said, looking at Thorne beside her, "Thorne, go back to the mansion. Our courtyard has not been cleaned yet. Remember, sweep it several times and there should not be any dust. OK?" Melda said it calmly, but there was a sense of superiority in it.

That's right, Thorne is a servant of their family.

Although Thorne is relatively free and can do some things and has more free time, this cannot change Thorne's original identity.

He was just an insignificant one among the thousands of slaves of the Candis family.

"I... I... Mr. Morin, I..." Thorne's hand holding the cross sword kept clenching and then relaxing. Sweat kept oozing out of his forehead. He looked very nervous and uneasy.

Thorne never thought that one day he would face such a dilemma.

What should I do? What should I do?

Thorne was in a state of confusion at this moment.

Melda frowned as she saw Thorne not moving. She seemed to want to say something else, and at this time, Morin gently flipped the witchcraft book in his hand.

Hearing the sound of Maureen flipping through the witchcraft books, Thorne's heart suddenly trembled.

He seemed to have suddenly gained an indescribable courage. He tightly grasped the cross sword in his hand and stood opposite Melda.

"Thorne, you actually..." Melda's face darkened.

Obviously he didn't expect Thorne to dare to stop him. The same was true for the other guards. Their eyes became very strange when they looked at Thorne.

"Master Melda..." Thorne took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."

"Please leave here."

The look on Melda's face suddenly turned livid.

He sneered and said, "Thorne, you actually dare to stop me. I'm really curious, where do you get the courage!"

Melda told the other guards not to intervene, then he drew his cross sword and rushed towards Thorn.

He thought it would be easy to deal with Thorne, but Melda was wrong. Thorne had studied with Morin for two months and was already a little stronger than him.

After a fierce fight, Melda was defeated.

Thorne slowly withdrew the sword from Melda's neck, stepped back, and remained silent.

"Let's go!"

Melda wiped his neck lightly, bringing out a handful of blood. He glanced at Morin, then looked deeply at Thorne, snorted coldly, and left with many Tuso guards.

Thorne glanced at Maureen, who was quietly reading a witchcraft book in a chair, as if he didn't care about anything, and then he started cleaning on his own.

But in his heart, Thorne sighed, he knew that things would not end like this.

Sure enough, a few days later, the Candis family paid the slaves' salaries, and Thorne had just received the money and walked out the door when he was surrounded by several burly men.

The men dragged Thorne to a dark place, beat him up severely, and then robbed him of all his money.

"Thorne, just wait. Master Melda said there are still many days ahead."

A bald man grabbed Thorne's hair and whispered in his ear.

He slammed Thorne's head to the ground, then stepped on Thorne a few times, spat a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on Thorne before leaving with his men.

Thorne staggered to his feet.

He had expected what happened and was not surprised or surprised.

But Thorne was still very happy.

Because those people didn't find the money he had hidden secretly.

Thorne dragged his wounded body to a shop, bought some things, and then went under a big tree and waited quietly.

His face turned a little red and he felt uneasy, even more uneasy than when he faced Melda.

After a while, a pretty girl ran over.

She was wearing maid's clothes and was also a slave.

"Thorne!"

The girl exclaimed as she looked at Thorne's appearance.

"Xina." Thorn smiled, his face seemed to be glowing, and said, "I bought you a pigeon meat bun that you like the most. Have a try."

As he spoke, Thorne held out his hand.

In his hand, there was a bun that he had carefully wrapped in a white handkerchief.

At this moment, Thorne's hands and his whole body formed a sharp contrast with that bun.

"Thorne!"

Tears welled up in Xina's eyes. At this moment, she thought of some things she had heard in the mansion before. She couldn't control herself and burst into tears.

She threw herself into Thorne's arms, hugged him, her shoulders shaking, and began to cry.