In the afternoon, Art packed his things and left the castle.

Inside the castle, Earl Fast and Alti sat in front of the window, watching Art walk out of the gate in front of the castle and gradually go away.

Alti couldn't help but asked: "Father, why did you just let him leave? Don't you need an assistant?"

Earl Fast's demeanor was elegant and calm, and his indifference was unconcealed: "It's true that I need an assistant, but it's also to recruit apprentices. His qualifications are too low, only low-level and above. His future achievements will be

The highest level is a middle-level apprentice. Even if there is an adventure, it is only a high-level apprentice."

Looking at Alti who looked puzzled, Earl Fast couldn't help but shook his head: "The qualifications of a wizard are determined by blood. They can be roughly divided into five grades. From low to high, they are five, four, three, two and one. Low grade

The upper level is actually the second to last level of 'fourth grade', which is almost the lowest bloodline. I know that the bloodline of Claurido is also the second to last level, and his descendants also have high bloodline.

Not going anywhere."

"Originally, even if you only have a fourth-level cultivator, you can barely cultivate it. As long as you don't die, you can recover the cost in about five or ten years."

"But, he only has one dark attribute." Count Fast shook his head.

"Isn't it bad to have only dark attributes?" Alti was a little confused.

"It's not bad." Count Fast looked out the window, "You have to know that I recruit assistants to assist in refining potions, and the characteristic of dark attribute is erosion, so dark attribute spiritual energy can easily be polluted.

Properties of Herbs and Other Materials.”

"Your spiritual attributes are fire and earth. The fire attribute is originally needed for blending potions. The earth attribute is more stable and will not affect the refining of potions." Fast looked at Alti thoughtfully,

"If he has other attributes, he can still be cultivated. However, if he has a complete dark attribute, there is no need to recruit him. The effort to cultivate him will take at least twenty years to recover, so it is unnecessary."

Earl Fast's words were so clear that Alti couldn't help but nodded.

She looked at the road where Art was gone and sighed. Originally, she still had good feelings about Art, but since it was useless, forget it.

Earl Fast said: "It's good to understand. Art should be quite smart. I gave him the two basic potion manuals. He will understand the reason later. If he grows up in the future, he will come back here."

It’s not impossible…”

After saying that, the two of them looked out the window together. In the distant sky, the sun was slowly rising.

.......

After being five or six kilometers away from the Earl of Glora Castle, Art also breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, although Art is planning to get some benefits from the Earl of Glora, however, the official wizard is an official wizard after all, and the Glora Castle is also an extension of the Earl's hands and eyes. He stays in Glora

In the castle, I feel that I am under surveillance all the time.

This feeling is really not good.

Even if the earl left him in the castle, he would still find a chance to leave, and now...

Although the way of leaving was a little different, the goal was still achieved.

The benefits were gained, although not much, and the purpose of leaving was achieved.

He took off his backpack and threw the two daggers, a long sword, an iron rod and some trap-laying tools he bought from the count into the inventory, and then took out a somewhat worn book from it.

of books.

Although there is no wording on the cover, when you turn it over to the inside, it records the basic knowledge of potions with a lot of blood.

Last night, the count sent the quicksilver servant named Aisha to deliver this thing. He flipped through the book overnight.

After that, there was an additional skill in his system:

[Elementary Potion Science lv0: Potion refining, collection success rate increased by 0% - Want to become a Potion Master? Then, you first need to learn some basics, like the foot skin of the Magor Demon Elephant

!]

There is no initial level, just this extra skill.

Regarding this, Art could only smile bitterly.

What he needs most now is to improve his professional skills. This can be said to be a life-professional skill, and its priority is not high. It can even be said that it has to be ranked last.

However, although his potions skills have not improved, he has roughly memorized the contents in the manual, and also understands the reason why the earl who planned to train him suddenly changed his mind and asked him to "travel".

:

"Besides the fact that your qualifications are too low, is there also the fact that dark attributes are not suitable for brewing potions?"

He was also a little speechless about such a result.

"Gloria, do you think I am lucky or unlucky?"

"Wow - wow -" Glora looked very excited after leaving the castle. No, it should be said that she had returned to normal.

"Okay, okay, where should we go next? I have to find a place first and try to outline the will rune."

"Wow - wow -"

...

Southeast of Earl of Glora's Castle, Sindila Town.

In the "Old Hawke's Tavern" in the town, a group of people gathered here and it was very lively. At this time, a young man with a crow on his shoulder walked in: "Boss, I want to stay."

The rest of the town has darkened and the streets are empty.

The weather wasn't too cold, but it wasn't hot either. The young man wearing only a thin piece of clothing was still somewhat eye-catching.

However, it was just a glance. In this tavern, there were even people wearing vests and topless people.

There was a rustling sound, and the owner of the tavern came out from under the bar counter filled with wooden barrels filled with pickled products, and looked at the guest in front of him.

Art stood in front of the bar, just looking at him, motionless.

"Boy! Do you want to stay?" The tall and muscular owner of the tavern with scars on his face and neck yelled.

"Wow - wow -" the crow flew up.

The young people, namely Art and other guests, couldn't help but cover their ears: "Can't you keep your voice down?"

"A true warrior never whispers!"

"Hahaha! A real warrior will never shave!" A thin young man imitated the words in a strange way.

"Okay! Old Hawke, do you dare to speak loudly in front of Shanina?" A man in leather armor who was sitting at the same table with the young man sneered.

"I...I...shut up! You two, otherwise you won't be able to buy a drop of wine from me!" The owner of the tavern, Hawke, muttered, and then shouted fiercely.

"Yes, yes~" the thin young man clicked his tongue and turned his head, while the man in leather armor also smiled.

"Okay!" Old Hawk turned his head and looked at Art, "And you! Boy! Quiet your crow! It's almost deafening my ears! Then, give me ten copper coins! Old Huo

Ke will give you a room!"

"Glora! Come back! Then be quiet!" Art whispered.

After hearing Art's instructions, the black crow landed on his shoulder and closed its mouth.

Seeing how obedient the crow was, the tavern owner couldn't help but look at him and said, "Very obedient. Now you only need to hand me eight copper coins."

"Is this going to lower the price?" Art glared.

"Why are you staring? Twelve! Now you need to give Old Hawke twelve copper coins!" Old Hawke bared his teeth.

"..." Now he finally knew that the tavern owner's payment was entirely based on his emotions.

Although he has a lot of money, it is one thing to have money, but it is another thing to be defrauded of money.

In this situation, he could only hold his nose and admit it, if he didn't want to stay outside for another night.

"Okay." Art expressed some reluctance, "Twelve copper coins..."

Then, when he took out the coins from his arms, his arm hit the edge of the bar. With an "accident", his money bag fell to the ground. A crisp sound sounded, and the originally noisy tavern instantly became quiet.

Come down.

It was not because of anything else, but precisely because that sound meant that there were quite a few coins in the purse.

The thin young man who had laughed just now had a trace of greed in his eyes. He whispered to the leather-armored man beside him: "I can guarantee that there are at least 15 gold coins in that purse! There are also a lot of silver coins."

Not only him, there were several restless guys in this tavern, and it was obvious that they also heard what the clear voice meant.

Zai Yate "hurriedly" picked up the money bag, took out a silver coin and handed it to Hawke.

Hawke looked a little ugly. After putting the silver coins into his purse and randomly grabbing a handful of copper coins and placing them on the table, he yelled at everyone in the tavern:

"You guys! Stay calm! Don't cause trouble on my territory! Otherwise I will kill you!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a giant flat sword about one-third the size of a door panel from under the bar with his left hand, and put it on his shoulder. "Did you hear that?"

People who originally had greed in their eyes lowered their heads or turned their heads. Others didn't know it, but they knew it.

This old Hawke used to be a high-ranking warrior, a warrior of the same level as a senior apprentice. He once had a chance to reach a higher level, but he failed.

To everyone, this "high-ranking" warrior poses quite a threat.

Although they were eyeing the fat sheep raising crows, it didn't mean that they were willing to fight with the old Hawk.

However, apart from fighting, they didn't have other ways to deal with the fat sheep.

Seeing Art, who was nervously putting copper coins into his purse, they all laughed in their hearts.
To be continued...