Through the counterattack of cannon fodder

For some reason, Ling Wei suddenly had such thoughts in his heart, and then shook his head, secretly sighing that he must have thought too much.

Get up quickly and change clothes, then drive to the Pharmacist Guild.But before he reached the reference room, he was stopped by a figure halfway.

Seeing the person coming, Ling Wei greeted with a smile, "Senior Brother Bu Nier, good morning!"

Two days ago, Bu Nier responded to his greeting, and he already felt that this was a rare thing, but today Bu Nier actually replied with a smile: "Ling Wei, good morning."

This completely unreasonable smile made Ling Wei's heart pound: What happened again?

Seemingly aware of the difference in her own attitude, Bu Nier slightly turned her face away, looked left and right for a while, and then turned her head to speak to Ling Wei again.His tone was as fierce as ever, but there was a little unnaturalness in it: "Don't go to the archives, Master Du is calling you to meet him..."

"Master Du wants to see me?" Ling Wei asked, did he want to check the progress again?

He secretly guessed the reason in his heart, then nodded to Bu Nier, and replied: "Then I'll go right away." After that, he thought for a while, and then asked: "Brother, do you want to go together?"

"I don't need to go." Bu Nier replied, and then urged: "Hurry up, the master will come later, don't let him wait for you!"

Ling Wei replied: "Well, I'll go now."

But when Ling Wei arrived at the upstairs lab, Du Jia was already sitting in front of the lab table.

So Ling Wei had no choice but to knock on the door lightly, and said softly: "Master Du..."

Hearing this, Du Jia raised his head, glanced at Ling Wei who was standing at the door, then casually pointed to the chair next to him, and said, "Sit down."

His tone of voice was very flat, very different from the harsh words he usually sees, Ling Wei was really puzzled this time, what day is it today, why did one or two people with a bad temper suddenly become so "mild"?

Following Du Jia's intention, she walked to the chair and sat down. Ling Wei raised her head and looked at Du Jia. When her eyes suddenly saw the three medicine bottles on the laboratory table next to her, her pupils shrank slightly, and then she lowered her head to cover her face. Uncomfortable look.

He thought that he should know the reason why Durga was looking for him.

Du Jia was the first to speak: "You made these three bottles of medicine?"

"I did it in the laboratory yesterday afternoon." Ling Wei replied truthfully.

Du Jia looked him up and down, then reached out to pick up a bottle of medicine, looked at Ling Wei and asked, "Do you know what the success rate of this bottle of medicine is?"

Ling Wei saw at a glance that the bottle of potion in Du Jia's hand was the third time he made it, but he still shook his head: "I went back after finishing this bottle, and I haven't had time to test it yet."

Although he didn't know his success rate, he knew that the system identified the quality of this bottle of potion as top-grade.

"98%." Durga said, "Its success rate is 98%."

The first-level high-grade has actually reached 98%, how is this level divided by the system!

Ling Wei originally thought it was only about 95% at most, but he didn't expect it to be 3% more. If he remembered correctly, the highest recorded success rate was 98%...

This time he finally knew why he was approached by Du Jia. A person who has just started for a few days can make such a potion with such a high success rate, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal, right?

Sure enough, Du Jia continued: "Can you tell me how you made this bottle of potion?"

Ling Wei then told Du Jia the steps of making the potion. Those steps were all recorded in the original reference room, and there was nothing special about them.

After hearing this, Du Jia frowned slightly, obviously suspicious.

Ling Wei thought for a while, then reached into his pocket, took out the ring from the space and spread it on the palm of his hand, and said to Du Jia: "Master Du, in fact, I think most of the reasons are because of this ring."

Du Jia didn't go to get the ring, but just looked down at it for four or five seconds, then gestured to Ling Wei's palm with his eyes, and asked, "The kid from Li An's family gave it to you?"

Back then Du Jia called César like this in front of Ling Wei, at this moment Ling Wei naturally knew who he was talking about, so he nodded and said: "Yes."

"He is quite willing..." Du Jia said, with a somewhat disapproving tone.Then he raised his eyes to look at Ling Wei again, and asked again, "Apart from this ring, did anything else really happen when you were making this bottle of potion?"

Ling Wei's heart skipped a beat when she was stared at by those eyes that seemed to see through everything. After much deliberation in her heart, she decided to confess the matter.

For him, it really doesn't make sense to hide such a secret, and he didn't expect to be famous in history, so he pursed his lips and said frankly: "Actually, I also tried to add spiritual power to the potion."

Du Jia saw Ling Wei's expression just now, and knew that he was hiding something from him. When Ling Wei spoke, Du Jia's expression moved slightly imperceptibly, but he restrained him immediately, and continued to listen to Ling Wei with a blank face. Micro explanation.

After he finished speaking, Du Jia frowned and asked, "How did you add it?"

After hearing this, Ling Wei described in detail how he came up with a whim and how he tried, and also said that the third bottle was made by him wearing a ring. Check the success rate or something.

When everything that should be said was finished, Ling Wei shut up, waiting for Du Jia, who was silent in front of him, to make a statement.

"So, the first bottle and the second bottle were both made without the ring?"

"Yes."

Du Jia glanced at Ling Wei with a complicated expression, then looked at the three bottles of medicine on the test bench, and suddenly said, "Go and pour a cup of tea."

"Oh, yes." Ling Wei suddenly heard such an order, thinking that Du Jia was thirsty, and followed his words to pour a cup of tea on the table next to him.

There is no tea here, so to be precise, Ling Wei should have poured a cup of herbal tea and placed it in front of Du Jia's table.

When Du Jia saw Ling Wei put the teacup directly on the test bench, his expression turned pale, and he said displeasedly, "Is that all?"

kindness?Ling Wei gave Du Jia a puzzled look, what else could he do?

Seeing Ling Wei's innocent look, Du Jia was even more furious. The disciple he was about to accept was so ignorant, so he picked up the cup and stuffed it back into the opposite person's arms, raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Don't you even know how to offer tea?"

When he said this, Ling Wei realized almost immediately that here, only formal apprentices would have the phrase "respect tea".

So, Durga intends to accept him as a disciple?

Seeing Ling Wei's motionless appearance, Du Jia asked, "Do you still want me to treat you?"

Ling Wei quickly shook his head, handed over the teacup and said, "Teacher, please drink tea." He secretly sighed in his heart, Du Jia said so implicitly, who would have guessed that this person wanted to accept himself as an apprentice!

Although he won't belittle himself, if he takes it for granted that he can make a pharmacist of Du Jia's level accept him as an apprentice after making a bottle of second-level potion with a high success rate, isn't that purely overconfident?

In fact, Ling Wei's guess was correct. Du Jia accepted him as his apprentice because of this bottle of potion, but the more important reason was not this.

Du Jia looked at his new and only disciple opposite him, with his eyelids slightly closed, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and did not speak.

If it wasn't for Ling Wei's mutated mental power, I wouldn't have noticed him, let alone let him become a pharmacist to see if the so-called mutated mental power could really succeed.He wanted to prove to himself that Yadier's mental mutation, which he had been thinking about for a lifetime, might not necessarily make a person reborn.

However, Ling Wei's progress surprised him very much. He had to admit that aside from the term of talent, this kid really worked very hard.In the huge reference room, with countless herbal materials, he could really calm down and memorize and memorize one by one.

Therefore, at some point in his mind, he became - if Ling Wei really has that understanding, then accept him as a disciple.

Ling Wei did not disappoint him, but in just a few days, he was able to toss out those two bottles of medicine.Du Jia made up his mind to accept him as a disciple, but Ling Wei only pushed all the reasons on the ring, which immediately disappointed him.

If Ling Wei knew that his later confession was the most important reason for Du Jia to accept him as a disciple, he would definitely be grateful for his later behavior, but at this time his attention has already been attracted by what Du Jia handed him Living.Ling Wei held the long flat box that Du Jia threw to him, and asked, "Teacher, this is..."

"Look for yourself." Du Jia said impatiently, but when he saw Ling Wei's surprised expression when he opened the box, he was very satisfied in his heart. No matter how you think about it, these things are better than the things that the kid from Li An's family gave. be good!

What can be contained in such a small box is nothing more than seeds!

After reading the contents of the box, Ling Wei raised his head and looked at him steadily. Du Jia immediately raised his eyebrows: "I don't know?" Copy it all, no, copy it ten times.

Ling Wei quickly shook her head and asked, "Is this for me?"

This meeting gift is really precious. There are still ten small boxes in the big box, but in the ten small boxes, there are nine eighth-level herbs and one ninth-level herb, and they are all of the more expensive type of herbs.

"Nonsense, did I ask you to throw it away!" It's so shameless!Du Jia immediately turned to face the experiment table, and said to Ling Wei without raising his head: "Go to the library to read, I will do a spot check tomorrow."

Ling Wei nodded in response, then nodded and saluted: "Then I'll go to the library first, teacher." He paused and said, "Thank you for your gift."

Du Jia paused with the hand holding the pen, and waved the other hand: "Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up!"

"I'll go now." Ling said with a smile.

But just as he walked to the door, he heard Du Jia say again: "Wait—"

Ling Wei turned to look at Du Jia, and heard him say: "In the future, you can make medicine in the next laboratory in the afternoon. If you have any questions, come to me."

"Ok."

After leaving the door of the laboratory, Ling Wei looked at the box in his arms, with a look of great joy on his face.

He thought that he could tell César the good news tonight, but César left so early in the morning, there must be something urgent...

Sith Empire, military conference room.

Regarding the last time the Kingdom of Ik robbed the city of Farga in the southern part of the empire, Ross had already held a meeting.It's just that there were constant disputes at that meeting, and the main damage to Yuanjia City was the beast tide, so there was no conclusion at the final meeting.

But just this morning, the military headquarters received news that another small city in the southern part of the empire had been invaded by the Kingdom of Ik. General Ross had no choice but to hold a corresponding meeting again, and César was called over early in the morning.

However, regarding this matter, the meeting room has been divided into two factions, the main battle and the main party. I saw that the original serious meeting had lost its original rhythm and turned into a battlefield without gunpowder.

"General Ross, they have already explained the matter of adding the city far away last time. It was only decided privately by the city lord of the border area of ​​the Kingdom of Ike, and has nothing to do with the kingdom itself, and the official of the Kingdom of Ike has also sent an announcement about what happened this morning. Letter of apology..."

Before the man finished speaking, another orc opposite him punched the table in front of him, and said sarcastically: "Bullshit! The apology letter is useful! Then I will say sorry to you every time I beat you." Do you want to!"

The person who was refuted also stood up angrily: "Hmph! Do you think that a war between the two countries is the same as a practice match?! If there is a war, do you know how many sacrifices the empire will have!"

"Swann, you are just cowardly and afraid of death, don't make excuses for your cowardice!"

"It's not something you can just say, okay! Drew, you reckless man!"

"And starting a war rashly violates the "Saiyan Peace Treaty"—"

"That kind of stuff is long overdue!"

Seeing that the people below were gradually turning this place into a vegetable market, Ross became imposing, and angrily reprimanded: "Quiet me! What are you talking about!"

He has been in the army for many years, and he has been in a high position for a long time, and he has accumulated a lot of prestige. At this time, his face was downcast, and there was a wave of prestige permeating it, with a trace of murderous aura in his thick and heavy.

I saw that the people who were still arguing stopped immediately, and the tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace.

After everyone quieted down, Ross turned his head to look at César, who had been silent all this time.He is quite optimistic about the youngest son of the Braley family. Although he usually treats people a little more gently, he is decisive when it is time to make a decision. Your opinion."

César, who was named, nodded slightly in response, then calmly glanced at the few people who had been advocating peace talks before, parted his thin lips slightly, and spit out a few words: "I think war should be declared."

As soon as this remark came out, Swan on the opposite side immediately stood up and retorted: "The Kingdom of Iraq has publicly issued an apology, and according to the provisions of the "Saiyan Peace Treaty", the previous turmoil does not belong to the armed dispute between the two parties. , but regional private disputes."

As he said that, he looked at César accusingly, "If you take the initiative to provoke a war, you will violate the treaty, and the "Saiyan Peace Treaty" has been signed for hundreds of years, and no one has violated it. Where is the honor?"

César asked back: "Have you ever thought about what to do with the people who lost their wealth because of the so-called private disputes in the Kingdom of Iraq?"

He always had a smile on his face, but at this time Gujing Wubo, with sharp eyes like a sword, looked directly at Swann and those who supported the continuation of the peace talks just now: "If you were the one who was taken away by Ike today, you can still Are you going to negotiate with him?"

Swan's complexion suddenly turned ugly. Thinking that he was almost always compared to this person from before to now, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm talking about the honor of the empire——!"

César didn't wait for him to finish, and continued: "The warriors of our Sith Empire have been going forward bravely, why have they become so timid?"

Swan looked at the person in front of him, and immediately snorted coldly, "Speaking is better than singing, there has been no war in the Saiyan Continent for hundreds of years, and beast hordes have occurred frequently during this period, if something happens, Are you in charge?"

César stood up slowly at this moment, with his back as tall and straight as a pine cypress. He looked at Swann and showed a shallow smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, "If there is a war, I will hand over to the military. Please call for a letter of challenge."

"As for the honor of the empire you mentioned..." César paused, and responded word by word to Swan's previous words: "The honor of the Sith Empire is that it never needs to be compromised."

When he said this, he acted with a leisurely composure that could not be shaken by anything, and the arrogance and confidence in his azure eyes seemed to be baked into his bones, which was soul-stirring.