The occupation that Medell and his party are called potions brokers, squatting in the lobby of the association every day is to wait for a few talented apprentices. M

The poorer the apprentices, the happier the broker, because it means that they can sign these promising newcomers at a small cost.

"Medel, you are also a mid-level potionist anyway, don't you feel embarrassed to grab a newcomer with us? Hurry back to your lab to configure the potion."

Some people ridiculed Medel and caused more condemnation.

"I want you to control!" Medel compared a **** towards his peers, and then talked to Downton intimately. "I have more than twenty apprentices now, all studying in my luxury laboratory. Are you interested in entering? ?"

Medell's average talent, coupled with delicious laziness and no hardship, so he could not get in the potion. He found that he was good at training apprentices, so he took the agent's path.

"Sorry." Downton refused. Your lab is more luxurious than the hive? It was in the laboratory of Ambreda, a biochemical potion company known on all major planes, which alone surpassed the construction of five Betford palaces.

"Are you a student or an apprentice? It seems that your situation is not very good. If you sign a contract with me, I can give you a subsidy immediately."

Medell's words left the surrounding brokers stunned. Generally everyone first looks at the candidate's level. Even if the exam fails, they will sign as long as they have the potential, but they are generally not as reckless as Medel. After all, there is no less signing fee. It's also money.

"You know what a fart." Medell despised those agents who had no eyes. No wonder you can't make money, don't you see that this teenager is different from other newcomers? Since coming in, he hasn't shown any disturbed and nervous expressions, which shows that others are in the chest.

Of course, the most important thing is the Golden Crown tree pen in Downton's pocket. Judging by his shabby clothing, he obviously couldn't afford this imitation worth thousands of gold coins, which showed that the pen was the reward he received, and the change of direction proved his level of knowledge in potions.

"Thank you, I don't need it!" The exam must fill in the form, so Downton took out the pen in advance. After all, he didn't want to open the space for war under the large crowd, but unexpectedly he was noticed by careful Medel.

"Please fill in these two forms in detail, don't write false information, if you are caught. You will be deprived of the exam qualification for life." The female receptionist passed the form and ink bottle.

"Thank you!" After politely thanking you, Downton first glanced at the content to be filled, then picked up the quill pen inserted in the ink bottle and wrote carefully.

"Good characters."

Medell spoke up and read Downton's message. More than a dozen brokers also came over. Buzzwords.

"The writing is really good."

"Only sixteen? Is it promising?"

"My Emperor Polo, look at it. The occupation column is actually a paladin, and it is still a second-order war. This qualification is also very good. What kind of potion are you learning? It’s not good to just be a paladin. What? Maybe a few years later, we will have an extra dragon-slayer magician in Drankford."

An agent screamed, and others were surprised, but he had no expectations of Downton. After all, a person's energy and time are limited. At such an age, he can reach the second level of war. Presumably, he has to work hard, then how much time can he have to learn potions?

Based on the insights of the brokers, it is natural not to know that there is such a magical existence in the world as large libraries and independent laboratories.

Downton smiled bitterly and was supervised by Homer, an aestheticist. How could his words not be gorgeous.

"Huh? How are these two boxes empty?" An agent pointed to the school's location. "If you haven't been to school, just fill in the name of the instructor."

Downton nodded and continued to fill out the form.

The agents are waiting to see who is the mentor of Downton. Basically, they all know the famous potions. From the name, they can roughly determine the knowledge level of Downton and the price he needs for digging. However, when Downton submits the form For the female reception, both grids are blank.

"Isn't it self-taught?" An agent ridiculed, but there was no admiration in his tone, but a slight contempt appeared.

"The form cannot be blank." The female receptionist checked it and handed it back. "It doesn't matter if you haven't been to school, just fill in the name of the tutor you follow."

"I don't have a mentor." Downton was depressed. He couldn't write Homer. He was worried that someone knew the whereabouts of the magic book by name.

"Self-learning?" Medell's mouth twitched, and his heart was half cold.

"Ok!"

Hearing Downton's answer, the agents walked away in full curse.

"It's so arrogant, wasting time."

"Self-learning? If potions can be self-taught, then it will not be the most profitable and the highest barrier to entry."

"It's whimsical. It's a potion. It needs to be used. It's not an engineering career that can easily earn a copper plate by practicing a few muscles."

"Junior, you went in the wrong place and turned left. The mercenary association was on the other road." An agent ridiculed, of course, that if Downton's position made them jealous, they would have said something more unpleasant.

Other candidates who went through the formalities were relieved to hear this, and turned out to be a fool.

"I understand that you want a decent career and want a high-income idea, but the potion really can be accomplished without hard work." Medel patted the shoulder. "You have to pay 200 gold for the exam. Yes, don’t waste that money."

"Thank you for your reminder." Downton filled in a name in the tutor column and handed it to the female receptionist.

"Please pay the registration fee of two hundred gold coins." The female receptionist kindly suggested, "Youth, you have a premise to be a paladin than this."

"I know what I should do?" Downton took out a stack of gold tickets from his pocket and drew a thousand denominations from it to the female receptionist. There was no way, he was only so big.

"My Emperor Polo, you turned out to be a big money!" Medell almost glared out his eyes, which also alarmed other agents.

The people in the hall looked at Downton in consternation, unable to associate his gold ticket with his shabby clothes.

"Look here, please keep your normal expression." The female receptionist pointed a metal box at Downton. This is a photo of the admission ticket to prevent someone from taking the test.

There was a flash of light in the metal box, and then a picture reduced by a third was spit out from the gap below. It was Downton's head. It was lifelike and even the hairs could be seen clearly.

Medell talked about Downton, but the information received was pitiful, and most of the time he would not answer at all.

Fifteen minutes later, the female receptionist handed the admission ticket to Downton and patiently explained, "Next month, on the 1st, at 8 a.m., in the St. George School, Area B, Room 303, the exam will be banned for half an hour late."

The qualification examination for potions is very strict. Not only the time, but also the content must comply with the regulations. The test is taken on the first day of every two months, and the six potions of the association are supervised at the same time.

A few candidates asked for information and left with an admission ticket, and the agent who had been staring at them immediately chased them out.

"Where do you live? I will help you with some common sense in this field. In fact, there are some skills in the exam. Not to mention to make up for the lack of knowledge, at least it will not affect the normal performance." Medell feels that Downton can't even become The potionist will also be a good paladin. It’s okay to win in advance. "Will you not welcome me to be a guest?"

"I live at 63 Oak Street, Dongcheng District. If you are free, you can come as a guest!" Downton left a word, thanked the receptionist and Medell, and turned to leave.

"Ah, I heard it right, but it's a wealthy place!" The female receptionist looked down at Downton's back and stunned.

"More than that, if I remember correctly, there is a villa." As a wealthy potionist, Medell's home is near Oak Street. "It's a deal. Looking away, this guy may be a quirky rich. The second generation."

Back at the villa, Abagon was assigning a room to direct the people to clean up their home. Downton was supposed to help and was stopped by Elaine.

"Tomorrow I will go to the branch to test the license of the Holy Knights. You should go to the basics to make up for the evil." Elaine stuffed a stack of theological books into Downton. "This is a first-year course. , Even if you can’t memorize it, you have to know it."

"Homer, open the big library!" Downton rolled his eyes and set the book aside. "I don't have time to study any theological issues."

Abagong is a competent butler, keeping everything in order. When Downton came out the next morning, he found that the villa had a home look and breath.

"I thought you were going to be late. Hurry, wash and eat, and leave." Elaine carried a basin of water and pushed away Dunton's room.

"Master~lightnovelpub.net~ We need to add some food and clothes for the slaves and the orcs." Abagong stood beside him, handed over a list, and reported the day's work. "What style do you think is suitable?" I suggest highlighting the characteristics and honors of the family."

"We are civilians, what family badge is there." Yilian gave Abagong a white glance, "ordinary clothes will do."

"Okay, I will decide to make it as beautiful and practical as possible." Abagong wrote down, "I suggest hiring at least five servants to do chores like laundry and cooking, buying five maids, and taking care of them. The host’s diet."

"Maid, you can do it, the maid doesn't have to. We have arms and legs. What can't we do?" Downton did not recruit servants for enjoyment, but to save everyone's time and give Yilian more of them. Free time to learn.

"Good host, in addition the carriage is ready." Abagong bowed and retreated to the side, "Wish you a happy day!"

"This is the key to Andrea’s mentor’s room. If there is someone, don’t go in. If there is no one, just clean up. I will go to you after I leave." Elaine is going to the toffee opera Tuan, although her brother is rich, she will not forget the kindness that the head of Madeleine helped her.