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Heloise looked around twice, and was quickly attracted by the exquisite potions on the cabinet.

The color of the potion is so bright and attractive.

Heloise could even feel their active energy, they seemed to want to contact her, like flowers competing to bloom, dancing heartily in front of her, blooming their beauty.

Among them, the energy of a bottle of golden potion was the most active. After it felt Heloise, it had already boiled in the bottle, spitting "bubbles" happily.

Heloise couldn't help but put her hand on it. The bottle was cold at first, and then, as if it was an illusion, it gradually warmed up.

Heloise's approach made the potion boil even more, and the bubbles spit out became bigger and bigger, causing the entire bottle to vibrate.

The restlessness of energy made the old man stop what he was doing, he adjusted his slightly larger glasses, and looked at Heloise carefully.

"Huh." The old man said in surprise.

Not knowing what he observed, he stood up unsteadily.

Heloise put down her hand, smiled and nodded with the old man: "Hello."

"Oh, hello, guest." The old man came out of the counter and strode to Heloise's side.

He took off the golden potion and handed it to Heloise: "Guest, what do you think of the quality of this potion?"

"It's very beautiful. It's not as dazzling as gold, but it's not gloomy. It feels very gentle to me. The medicinal properties should not be irritating, and it's very suitable for low-level magicians. It should be able to increase the upper limit of aptitude." Heloise said truthfully As for her own feelings, the medicinal part, she just guessed based on her feelings.

She has never been in contact with potions, but she has seen a lot of pills made by priests, and the two are more or less similar.

Listening to Heloise's words, the old man kept nodding, apparently satisfied with her answer.

Heloise also didn't expect that her casual guess could make the old man agree with it so much, she inquired curiously: "What kind of potion is this?"

"It's not something important, it's just for research and fun." The old man smiled casually, and he waved his hand, not intending to mention it in detail.

Heloise felt that the potion was not as simple as the old man said, but the old man didn't want to talk about it, so it was useless for her to ask.Heloise lowered her head and touched the bottle containing the potion. The potion squirmed with her movements and stuck to the wall, like a small hand. She somehow felt a little cute.

The energy fluctuation of the potion couldn't hide it from the old man, he half-jokingly said: "Guest, it has taken a fancy to you."

"I've also taken a fancy to it." Heloise responded.

"Guest, your vision is really good. It is indeed the most outstanding of these potions. You can choose to take it away." The old man changed his previous words.

After thinking about it, Heloise could guess that he should have made the potion.If you can make potions, you are indeed a wizard.

wizard?

Isn't it extinct earlier than witches?

Heloise sighed secretly in her heart, it really was a dream.

Heloise shook her head regretfully: "I can't take it away."

First of all, she didn't have enough money with her; secondly, she could already speculate that this place was probably her dream, how could she take out the things here.

"Guest, are you worried that you don't have funds?" The old man didn't know where he came to the conclusion, but it was indeed a bull's-eye.

Heloise didn't speak, but nodded quietly.

"It's too simple." The old man raised a smile, and didn't look down because Heloise had no money to drive her away.

The people in the dream, as she imagined, were extraordinarily benevolent.

It's such a beautiful place to look forward to.

I really hope that one day, I can open a small shop in such a place and live in it.

It should feel good.

"Does the boss have any good suggestions?"

The old man cheerfully walked towards the counter, and waved to Heloise by the way.

He returned to his seat at the counter.

What does he want to do?

Heloise followed without too much hesitation.

"Although this bottle of potion is active, it is actually a defective product." The old man's smile faded, and a little more sadness appeared on his face.

This is a defective product?

But in the heart of the old man, it has completely surpassed other potions, and it seems that the level is very high.

Whether it's potions or the old man himself.

The old man quickly adjusted his mentality and put on his smile again: "But now I have found a solution. As long as a spiritually powerful wizard handles the remnants, it can be perfected."

"Guest, no, this honorable lady witch, would you like to help me?"