Just as he left the school, Ye Chonglou received a message on his phone.
"Your card ending with ***8897 was transferred 100000 yuan by online banking at 15:38 on June 8th. The balance after the transaction is 108231 yuan. Dragon Country Agricultural Bank "
Ye Chonglou stared at his phone, speechless.
After a while.
He raised his head and sighed.”
"It's so nice to have a rich brother. Any random transfer of money is a huge sum of money, more than my balance.”
Ye Chonglou didn't argue.
At the moment, he really needed money.
Potioneering was a profession that burned money, other than Launchers and Mechanics.
No money, what the hell?
The materials used to refine potions could only be bought with white silver.
Besides, Zhou Yuanyang was indeed rich.
100,000 yuan was a lot for Ye Chonglou.
However, for Zhou Yuanyang, it was like having ten thousand yuan and treating his best friend to a cup of milk tea. Moreover, it was a honey ice castle, so he could not have tea.
"According to the original owner's memories, I want to raise the level of the pharmacist to level 3.”
"It's useless to just refine one beginner potion. You need at least two types of beginner potions.”
"Fortunately, other than the Liuwei Dihuang pill, I still remember the formula of the cold medicine.”
Ye Chonglou calculated for a moment before taking a taxi to the Pharmacists Guild.
Every profession had their own guild.
As long as you have money, you can get all the information and tools you want from the guild.
The guild was the best place to level up in the low-level stage of every class!
The most luxurious guilds in Magic City were the Swordsman Guild and the Mage Guild.
Pharmacists belonged to the auxiliary profession, and it was especially unpopular. The guild was much poorer.
Ye Chonglou looked up at the red walls of the three-story building and fell into deep thought.
He turned around and wanted to leave.
Then, he turned around and pushed open the creaking iron door and the mottled white wooden door.
"Ding ding ding…"
The yellow bell tied to the door made a pleasant sound.
The light was dim, and a medicinal fragrance rushed into his nose.
Ye Chonglou narrowed his eyes.
The corridor of the Pharmacists Guild was relatively narrow, and there were tall, ancient, purplish-red shelves on both sides.
The skylight on the third floor shone sunlight through the courtyard, forming a beautiful beam of light due to the Tyndall effect.
Compared to the other guilds, the Pharmacists Guild was rather quiet.
A white-haired old man was lying on the dark brown counter.
"What's the matter?"
The staff asked lazily.
"I want to buy some medicinal herbs and some tools to refine medicine." Ye Chonglou walked closer.”
"Oh, a new apprentice?”
The old man pushed up his presbyopic glasses and glanced at Ye Chonglou with interest.
"I just awakened today." Ye Chonglou nodded.”
"Hahahaha, a pharmacist has a bright future. Young man, you have to work hard and level up.”
The old man laughed dryly. He was a little lacking in confidence.
Ye Chonglou rolled his eyes.
If not for the sudden system notification, he would definitely have awakened his Swordsman class.
Who would have thought that a system would appear out of nowhere and change the outcome of the Awakened class?
Afterwards, Ye Chonglou called out to the system several times in his heart.
The system was like a heartless man who plucked birds. There was no news from it at all.
The staff took out a set of tools from the cabinet.
There were test tubes, beakers, an alcohol stove, a dropper, and so on.
Ye Chonglou suspected that he was doing a chemistry experiment.
"Do you have any tools for pounding medicine?"
Ye Chonglou's mouth twitched.
"Yes!"
The old man took out a wooden medicine roller from under the cabinet.
"I'll sell these tools to you in a package. I'll give you a 20% discount. It'll be 1000 yuan.”
Ye Chonglou turned and left.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Eight hundred, eight hundred!”
Ye Chonglou did not stop.
"Three hundred yuan is enough, right?" The clerk hurriedly shouted.”
Ye Chonglou stopped and raised a finger.
"A hundred?"
"Ah pui, you're even more cunning than me!”
The old man was exasperated and cursed.
"Not a hundred, it's the middle finger."
Ye Chonglou smiled.
"However, since the old senior is so generous, I won't be pretentious.”
" Other than the tools to refine the medicine, I also need indigo root, wild chrysanthemum, golden marigold silver plate…prepared glutinous rice, dried Chinese yam, wine cornus…"
Some of these were formulas for cold medicine, while others were formulas for Liuwei Dihuang pills.
The old man rummaged through the dirt and found a dust-covered handle. He wiped it with his sleeve and began to climb the ladder.
(Note: The scale was a small scale used to weigh gold, silver, precious medicines, and spices.）
"How many of these herbs do you want?"
The old man turned around and asked.
"Not much. Give me a pound of each.”
"One jin? Why do you need so much Chinese medicine? Are you going to take the path of a Qihuang Master in the future?”
The old man raised his voice by a few decibels and began to open the drawers to pick up the medicine while muttering.
"Qi Huangshi, hehe, the second advancement is an apothecary.”
"Unfortunately, our Dragon Country hasn't produced an alchemist for decades..."
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell at the door rang.
Someone pushed open the door and entered. A rotten, dark, and deathly aura surged through the narrow passageway.
"Who is it?"
Ye Chonglou turned his head and felt a strong sense of suffocation.
His eyes widened, and his hands subconsciously clutched his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Si Qing Nang, do you want to poison a rare newcomer?”
The old man noticed the person and hurriedly called out in fear.
"Newbie?"
The other party seemed to have just noticed that there were still people in the guild.
A potion apprentice.
At this moment, the aura of decay, darkness, and death receded like the tide.
Ye Chonglou regained his breathing, one hand on the counter as he bent over and panted heavily.
"Hu…"
He rubbed his neck and thought to himself with lingering fear,""Did I almost die just now?"
"Sorry, I didn't completely restrain my aura.”
A cold and indifferent voice sounded in Ye Chonglou's ears.
"A woman?"
Ye Chonglou turned his head.
A tall man wrapped in a tight black leather jacket came into view.
She had a round hat on her head and a black leather beak mask sewn with yellow stitches on her face. She had a pair of white gloves on her hands and was holding an extinguished oil lamp. A crow was standing on her shoulder.
To put it simply, his entire body was airtight!
Through the black leather jacket, one could see her curvaceous figure.
"It was my negligence just now. As compensation, I'll give you a bottle of Black Death Potion.”
"With it, you can easily kill thousands of people in a small town.”
A woman's voice came from the beak mask.
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