Feast of villains

Chapter 46 46. Our Family Will Be Rich——

In front of the alchemy table, Fisher finished checking the eight finished products, then turned around and shouted blankly: "These are all blood gel above the pass line, is this really a rookie who is refining medicine for the first time? I don't think I am worthy." Refining medicine..."

"Maybe it's just luck..." Nance muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this, Sister Marlene smiled.

"Master Fisher will concentrate on refining mid-level potions from now on." She instructed Fisher, "Leave low-level potions for Nance to practice, do you have any objection?"

"of course not!"

Fisher suddenly beamed with joy.

Low-level potions have low profits, and if you want to earn more money, you have to work overtime to refine medicines. How can you feel more comfortable than mid-level potions that make more money and less work.

Sister Marlene smiled and nodded, looked at Nance beside her, pursed her red lips, and went straight to the point: "Is it safe to refine 500 copies of blood gel for me a week?"

Nance was taken aback.

500 a week, more than 70 copies a day.

He did 10 exercises just now, it took him an hour, and he was almost exhausted.

If you want to practice again, you must rest for at least an hour.

Simple calculation, 500 copies a week means that he has to spend 14 hours a day refining medicine.

Won't your conscience hurt if you squeeze your partner like this... Nance looked at Sister Marlene speechlessly.

Fisher turned around and covered his mouth with a smirk.

He was squeezed in the same way back then, but although Sister Marlene was cruel, she was given enough money, so he was always willing to be squeezed.

"Can't make it out?" Sister Ma Lian smiled sweetly.

"You can practice, but it's not necessary." Nance stared at the beautiful woman in front of him lightly.

Being watched by him, Sister Marlene didn't feel ashamed at all. Her long and narrow eyes curled up beautifully, and she said in a soft voice: "The profit of a piece of blood gel is 1400 pence, and you get 280% of it, which is 500 pence. 14 pence a week." A total of 1400 pence, which is 10 pounds. You owe me [-] pounds. As long as you work hard, you can pay it off in a year and a half."

Nance shook his head silently.

It's good to be able to pay off the debt, but he can't devote all his time to paying off the debt.

"I must have that much!" Sister Marlene said, leaning her cheek towards him.

That beautiful and charming face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing unscrupulous cheerfulness and determination.

Alarm bells blared in Nance's ears.

She leaned up slightly, leaned close to Nance, and breathed on his neck with warm and fragrant breath: "You won't refuse me, will you? Oh, dear Adel, my child..."

When the nun begins to seduce people, a lively and charming atmosphere spreads.

Nance shivered slightly all over.

His face was red to the ears, and from the ears to the neck, and his toes were curled up in the shoes.

At this moment, Sister Marlene seemed to be kissing his earlobe, and whispered to him: There are outsiders here, and I am embarrassed to say it.In fact, I like you so much, why don't you promise me...

Not to mention Nance, even Fisher, who was watching dryly, was blushing and short of breath.His biggest regret now is that he is not handsome enough, otherwise he might be able to enjoy the temptation of beauty tricks...

At the critical moment, the queen scolded, "Give me a peace of mind", which brought Nance back to his senses.

It just so happened that Sister Marlene looked up at this moment, and seeing his stiff but rosy face, there was a hint of amused and complacent expression on his delicate and beautiful cheeks.Immediately she covered her lips lightly, and asked with a delicate smile: "Now you still want to reject me?"

Could it be that my heart is with the queen mother... Nance thought of this possibility, then turned his eyes away slightly, and glanced at Fisher.

Sister Marlene understood, and said calmly: "Master Fisher, please go to Shin-Yokohama and help me buy some fusion liquid for refining intermediate potions."

"I'll go now."

Fisher turned away very sensibly.

In the quiet room, Sister Marlene resumed her lazy posture, lying on the velvet seat.

The black nun's dress is tightly wrapped around her body, making her exposed neck look extremely fair. As she breathes, the tall curve of her chest rises and falls gracefully, making her look very warm...and the black suspenders and the nun's The absolute domain exposed between the skirts, like a grassland in spring, looks dry and clean, and one can't help but want to lie on it and roll around.

Nance conferred with her, examining the shiny metal sling rings on her thighs. "500 copies is really too much, can it be less?"

The lethargy on Sister Marlene's face became even stronger, she crossed her slender fingers on her chest: "I'm afraid you'll be tired, but I need a lot of money recently, even if I feel sorry for you, I can only let you do it. Don't be sad, I will make it up to you in the future, and I will never break my promise."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Nance with flushed cheeks.

Because of the smile, the eyes curved slightly, as attractive as a vixen.

People with average concentration may just surrender directly.

Nance thought that concentration was not good, but there was a bigger threat waiting for him ahead, so he could bear it.

"I can't spend all my time on refining the blood coagulant. You also know how powerful the enemy I have to face is." He frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Unless..."

At this point he stopped.

Sister Marlene gave him a blank look, and took the initiative to answer: "Unless what?"

"Unless what you want me to refine is a potion that can stimulate the division and reproduction of magic essence." Nance said calmly.

A gleam of light flashed in Sister Marlene's lazily narrowed eyes, and she tilted her head to stare deeply at the young man in front of her.

As an impure nun, her eyes are extremely vicious. After careful observation, she found with some awe in her heart: Although Nance would blush and be embarrassed when facing her charm, he still had no concentration. disappear.In the depths of those pitch-black pupils was as calm as a bottomless pool.

This guy is not simple... Sister Marlene lowered her head and took a sip of the wine. She restrained the scrutiny expression on her face.Then she looked at Nance with a smiling face, her bright eyes looking forward, very attractive.

"The potion that can split and multiply magic essence is at least an intermediate potion." She pursed her rosy lips, paused for a moment, and smiled sweetly: "I have great confidence in you, but I can't refine it for you yet. A raw material that costs tens of pounds, no matter how rich I am, I can't stand your waste."

"I have a low-level prescription." Nance whispered.

Hearing this, a flash of astonishment flashed in Sister Marlene's eyes, and after a moment's surprise, her pretty face suddenly flushed, obviously she was a little out of control by the sudden surprise.

Nance watched her silently.

After meeting Sister Marlene last night, he had done his homework for the second meeting.

Potion science is a new discipline that only appeared in the new era. Its development history is only over 200 years old, and the knowledge reserves are pitifully small.

The reason why the profit of potions is high is largely because there are only three or four hundred kinds of prescriptions in the world.

The research and development of new prescriptions is a high-risk, high-yield investment.

Low-level potions are fine, they can be purified by relying on known chemical and biological knowledge.For example, the research and development of potions such as blood coagulation gel can be easily seen on the market at a controllable cost.

But when it comes to mid-level potions, part of the research and development process is already wandering around in the blind zone of knowledge, and even hundreds of millions of pounds will not even make a splash.

It is also because research and development is too difficult, so all mid-level potions are exclusive business, and there is almost no possibility of imitation.

However, there are tens of thousands of potion formulas recorded in the database in Nance's brain.Although most of the prescriptions are useless, one or two hundred of them are the ones that can shock the world.

For example, the low-level potion he took out now can stimulate the division and reproduction of magic essence.

Low-level potions are naturally not as effective as mid-level potions, but their cost and refining efficiency have huge advantages over mid-level potions.

The sinking market will never lack demand!
Seeing Sister Marlene's flushed face and the fiery eyes that wished to eat Nance in one bite, one could tell how much she was eager to get this prescription.

Tokisaki, wait for me... Nance shouted silently in his heart: Our family is going to be rich——

　Routine asking for a monthly ticket

　　
　
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