I'm not a magician

For the next hour, the two were treated like kings in the shop.

Even Brandon, who was used to being treated favorably and flattered, was a little smug—these were all pharmacists with respected status in the empire.

I can go back and play with my dad for a year!

Ji Chi has not experienced much in the world here, and he hasn't deeply understood the strictness of the hierarchical system. He only thinks that the NPCs are warm and kind, and accept their kindness indifferently.

Shelley, who thought she could see through everything, strengthened her guess that this person must be related to the boss by blood!

Shelley obediently led them to an exhibition hall. This exhibition hall had an area of ​​several hundred square meters and hundreds of small exhibition stands were displayed. The upper part of the exhibition stand was shrouded in a magic circle. objects, but cannot touch them.

Shelley introduced them with some pride: "This collection is divided into upper and lower floors, including all kinds of potions of the Saint Tri Empire, and there are many in other regions. Moreover, we send mercenaries to look for medicines that have never been seen outside every year. The medicines I have seen, they will continue to expand here."

The first floor has the largest number of potions, and each potion is very close to each other, especially the common potions scattered around. Some of the same type are simply displayed together.

On the second floor, the amount of potions decreased a lot, and the protective magic circle became more and more exquisite, and the magic circle on the middle booth was still faintly flickering with electric light.

Shelley stood by the seven exquisite and gorgeous booths in the middle, and looked at Ji Chi from the side: "This is all the epic potions developed by our imperial holy pharmacist, and the seven potions are suitable for seven professions."

Ji Chi nodded. He had obtained these medicines before, and they were indeed suitable for different professions.

"However," Shelley stared at the bottle of potent potion that returned to Ji Chi's hand, his expression became very serious, with a hint of disbelief, "I can feel the fire element inside, but it doesn't seem to be for fire. Magicians replenish their mana, right?"

Ji Chi nodded: "Its function is to cause fire damage."

Shelley's expression became even more strange: "Causing fire damage through the violent fire element is for fighters...not necessarily, could it be a ranger? Not right..."

"It is for all professions. As long as it can hit the enemy, ordinary people without professional talent can also use it." Ji Chi explained aloud.

Shelley gasped. Although he vaguely guessed, telling the truth directly made him lose his composure.

All occupations, no, an epic potion common to all races!

He couldn't help turning his gaze to the center of the seven booths.

In order to represent the equality of the seven professions, the seven booths formed a small circle in the center of the collection, but now, the middle position may be occupied.

Shelley turned around and bowed deeply towards Ji Chi: "It may be presumptuous to say now, can I buy this bottle of potion on behalf of Interlett? No matter how much it costs."

Ji Chi looked up at him for a while, then smiled slightly: "No..."

Shelley was in a hurry, and quickly interjected: "I know this may affect the interests of adults...but our store will never be used for it. I can swear to the God of Light with my career and life!"

Ji Chi still shook his head.

But then, he took out another bottle of Epic Potion from his pocket: "The master wants to sell another bottle, and the Flame Potion is a gift from the East."

Shelley was stunned. He stared at another bottle of potion with frosty white freezing effect and lost his expression.

For a moment, I didn't know whether this emotion was surprise or shock.

Ji Chi stretched out his hands and pulled the cloth covering his face, pretending to be distressed: "But I have a small request. My master doesn't want to receive unnecessary attention, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for the Elliott family."

Shelley stiffly took two bottles of potion, one red and one white, from his hand, took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Don't worry, there is only one customer who does not know who is here today."

Ji Chi smiled: "Thank you, I hope to have a happy cooperation in the future."

After coming out of the gate of Interlett, Ji Chi put a magic storage bag in his arms. He didn't ask for money, but just searched the store for the materials needed to make high-level potions, and then looked at it with some curiosity. Silent Brandon: "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"

Brandon's excitement was over, and he gave him a sullen look: "You won't tell if you ask."

Ji Chi pulled the cloak off his head: "You don't believe me when I tell you."

He walked slowly, crossed the pharmacy area and came to the equipment area: "Why don't you believe it? Maybe one day, Ms. Emma can really become a mechanic."

Emma is the teacher who teaches them the principles of magic. She teased in class that she wants to be a mermaid mechanic.

Brandon obviously remembered the tease too, but he also knew it was just a tease.

"Whimsical, how can something that is born be changed." Brandon turned his head and muttered.

Innate things... Ji Chi didn't speak any more, just smiled sarcastically, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The only things people are born with are escape and acceptance.

clang clang-

The chiming bell echoed throughout the central street. Ji Chi looked back at the magic clock hanging high, and said goodbye to Brandon: "I have to find Ivan, you want to..."

"It's definitely him! What is a dark creature doing here in broad daylight? He must have stolen the saint's stuff!"

A burst of noise overshadowed Ji Chi's words, he frowned slightly, and looked towards the commotion.

At some point, there was a circle of people in the middle of the street, and a thin figure could be vaguely seen standing in the middle through the gap, with his shoulders shrunk and his arms tightly hugged.

The figure looked familiar, Ji Chi looked at it again and again, and decided to approach the center of the commotion.

"It must be him! If you look sneakily, you will feel uneasy and kind!"

"That's right, dark creatures avoid us when they see us. You are the only one who comes here. Who are you? Hurry up and hand over the saint's purse, or I will use light magic!"

Between pushing and shoving, the thin figure stumbled and fell to the ground, the cloak covering his face fell down, revealing a young and pale face.

"Huh—it's an undead, what a bad luck."

"You can meet undead in broad daylight, today is too unlucky."

"Couldn't you die cleanly after you're dead? You've also come out to steal things. It seems that you were not a good guy when you were alive."

Cursing, loathing, and cursing poured out towards the little undead within a moment. He dodged helplessly, picked up the dusty cloak, and wanted to hide in again.

"That's enough, I'll say it again! Take out the saint's purse!" A middle-aged monk in the clothes of the Holy See raised his staff, a little light gathered on the tip of the staff, and pointed sharply at the little undead, "A humble dark man It's just a creature, don't expect the protection of Central Street!"

"I didn't..." The little undead defended in a low voice, protecting the package in his arms.

"What are you doing?" A soft and sweet voice sounded from the side, flowing through everyone's heart like a morning prayer, washing away all kinds of hostility.

The surrounding area was obviously quiet for a moment, and some people in the crowd lowered their heads and whispered reverently.

The crowd parted to make way for the girl in the sun.

She walked slowly towards the middle of the street, her long, snow-white clothes swept the ground without any dust, her long blond hair hanging over her shoulders was more dazzling than the afternoon sun, and her sky blue pupils were clearer than the sky.

The most eye-catching thing about her is not her perfect face like a god, but the sacred and solemn demeanor of her whole body.

"Saint Claire..." Brandon came to Ji Chi's side at some point. At this time, his eyes were staring straight at the direction of the saint, with a suspicious blush on his face. "How could we meet here?" to her..."

Ji Chi also took a second look at the saint, he was quite impressed with this NPC.

When the game was first launched, it happened to be a pilgrimage meeting. The first thing the thousands of players saw at first sight was the saint holding a staff, winding down the long steps of the Holy See, bathed in the wind and warm sun, carrying First bloomed a holy smile.

Thousands of homeboys went crazy, and Ji Chi can still recall the howling ghosts and howling wolves that lingered in his ears.

This is just a small episode, Ji Chi can remember her mainly because it is related to a hidden mission.

The final reward seems to be an offensive skill?Ji Chi was a little confused, but he didn't intend to let this Saint Keli (skill) go.

St. Kelly walked to the center of the crowd, frowned and looked at the little undead curled up on the ground: "Why did you attack him?"

The headed monk bowed and replied: "My lord, he is the one who stole your purse."

Eager to show himself in front of the saint, he took a sudden step forward and tore off the cloak in the hands of the little undead. A small bundle of blankets rolled out of it and spread out slightly, revealing the shining talisman of light inside.

There was an uproar around.

"It's true that he stole it, even the light talisman."

"Yes, so strong light magic power, who else could it be if it's not the saint's?"

"I said that the central street shouldn't let dark creatures come in, it's all stolen from the saint."

"What else can you say?" The monk raised the corners of his mouth, stared coldly at the dusty little undead, and waved away the increasingly dense dark elements, "It's really a dirty creature."

dirty creature...

Sheng Keli's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced at the scattered packages on the ground, and suddenly smiled softly, with a cool tone in her tone: "I don't think he has anything to say."

The middle-aged monk was overjoyed: "That's right! I'll just say..."

"Because I found the purse just now." St. Kelly gently took out a delicate little bag from under her snow-white holy robe, and stared at him with a smile, with sarcasm hidden deep in her blue pupils, "It's in the bookstore. The corner, it was my negligence..."

The monk froze for a moment, then looked back at the little undead who was kneeling on the ground, hurriedly picking up the scattered light talismans.

This is impossible, am I wrong to blame him?

But as a monk of the Holy See of Light, how could he make the mistake of slandering dark creatures?The monk was breaking out in a cold sweat, and he could already feel more and more suspicious eyes pricking his back like needles.

"No...then how did he get the talisman of light? Even if he didn't steal the saint's purse, he must have stolen someone else's!" The monk calmed down, grimacing, "It's just an undead, how could it be possible? Longing for the light?"

The little undead hugged the package containing the light talisman tightly in his arms, his hands were scorched black from being burned by the light elements.

Hearing these words, he frantically paused, and slowly raised his head to look at the monk, his eyes filled with indistinct emotions.

"Ah——isn't this the talisman I sold?" The clear, youthful voice came from the crowd, and the little undead turned his head to see Ji Chi, his frozen expression slightly loosened, and there was a little hope in his dim eyes.

Ji Chi came out, glanced at the group of monks, and said slowly: "I sold it to this little customer, do you have any questions?"