Baron Heimer was generous. After deciding to enthrone Devin as an apprentice Knight, he thoughtfully arranged a residence for him, and even gave a gold coin as the expense of Devin's day.

After disbanding his cavalry, he rode straight to the blue mage tower standing beside his fortress.

There is an alchemist living in the tower. Although he is only at the first level, he is the core figure on which the Heimer family relies to maintain their rule.

When the carriage reached a place more than two hundred meters away from the tower, Heimer stopped the carriage and walked out of the carriage.

The lord did not bring a single attendant and walked towards the tower.

This was the rule he set. Two hundred meters around the tower, no horses, no carriages, nor weapons are allowed to carry, to show respect for the alchemist, and to protect the safety of the alchemist.

Within these two hundred meters, Heimer arranged many open and secret whistles to protect the tower from airtight.

The soldiers on these posts were trained by the Heimer family since childhood and were the most loyal. When they saw the Baron coming, there was no movement in the secret whistle, and the soldiers on the protruding post saluted him one after another.

Heimer also gave a gift nod.

The people in the tower had already known about his arrival and had already opened the door to welcome him early, and an alchemist was standing behind the door.

Heimer smiled kindly at the apprentice and walked into the tower.

Although this tall tower is magnificent and the space inside is very wide, there are not many people living inside, only four people. In addition to the alchemist, there are three apprentices selected by Heimer for him.

At this time, an apprentice took him to the living room on the tower. While leading the way, he said in an apology: "Sir, the tutor is busy in the alchemy room, you need to wait a moment."

Heimer waved his hand and said without caring: "It's okay, don't bother him."

As a lord, he knew very well that this alchemist was important to the family and he also had extraordinary respect for this alchemist.

When he arrived at the reception room, the apprentice brought a cup of fragrant tea to the baron, he stood respectfully and remained silent.

The waiting time was a little bored. The Baron took a sip of tea and asked the apprentice who was interested: "Chaman, you have been here for almost a year, right?"

"Sir, it's still fourteen days away." Apprentice Chaman said truthfully.

"Good, what have you learned?"

"The theoretical basis of alchemy, the use of basic alchemy chambers, and the equipment of basic potions." Chaman answered truthfully.

"Oh, not bad." The Baron's attitude became more kind, because every apprentice here could grow into a new generation of alchemists in the family.

He was not very interested in the first two things, nor did he understand them very much, but he was very interested in basic medicines.

"What basic potions will you configure?" he asked.

The apprentice Chaman was not at all afraid and clearly reported the name of the potion he knew: "Basic sharp potion, basic fire refining oil, primary body-strengthening potion. These three."

In a year, I learned to equip three basic potions, and they all could be useful on the battlefield. This is very good. The Baron was very satisfied. He encouraged him warmly: "Study hard with the mentor, I will not treat you badly."

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from outside the living room, and then an old man with a blushing face walked in.

The deeper he studied and explored the field of alchemy, the more he was shocked by the wisdom of the ancestors implicitly.

After tens of millions of years of accumulation, the alchemy structure of the elemental fire has been flawless, and its core is the simplest and unchangeable.

He, a first-level alchemist, could only move his hands and feet on the outside.

He said this, Heimer was relieved, as long as this was an exception.

Otherwise, his alchemist could develop control potions, and other alchemists would naturally be able to refine them. Wouldn't his knights become livestock that can be slaughtered?

The Baron was very satisfied and he finally asked, "Is it possible that it will fail?"

"Absolutely impossible." The old alchemist smiled relaxedly.

He was still very confident about this, otherwise he would not have handed over the potion to the Baron.

At least, in his experiments on living things, there were no examples of failure, and all he had enough confidence.

His expression gave the baron confidence, and he also felt relieved and laughed: "May the gods favor me, and I hope it can bring me a loyal subordinate!"

"Yes, Lord Lord. Tame a few more times and he will be as loyal as a dog." The old alchemist smiled and promised.

The baron laughed, put away the fire and potion, stood up and said, "Then I'll leave first."

He made up his mind that if the boy had been loyal and respectful to him, he would not use the potion.
Chapter completed!