"You know the name of this potion?" Alfie asked in awe. You must know that before Master Madison advanced to the Sanctuary, this Sanctuary-level potion hadn't appeared in front of the world for an unknown number of years!

"Hehe, that's because I've seen the recipe for this powerful corrosive potion before!" Willy said with a smile.

"What did you say?" Alfie nearly choked on her own saliva. It was the recipe for the Sanctuary-level Elixir, even Master Madison didn't have this formula at the beginning, and he just relied on the rules he had mastered after advancing to the Sanctuary, and forcibly upgraded the ordinary corrosive potion to the Sanctuary-level, thus completing the preparation of this powerful corrosive potion.

But even with Master Madison's ability as a Sanctuary-level apothecary, he couldn't pass on the formula that he had improved to anyone, because this formula was not recognized by the laws of the continent, and he could only use it by himself, and it was impossible to master his formula unless a second Sanctuary Apothecary appeared.

According to the provisions of the Continental Law, any kind of self-created martial arts, magic, formulas, etc., will only be recognized by the Continental Law when it is inheritable, and can be passed on to others through words and deeds or words and images. Master Madison, though a Sanctuary apothecary, does not yet possess the recipe to create a legacy.

This shows how great the Archduke Augusta of Bavaria was, and almost every mechanical creation he created was recognized by the laws of the continent, so that it could be passed down by Dobby and Alfie.

If what Willy said was true, then the recipe he was talking about was significant, because it was a recipe that could be passed down by the laws of the continent.

If Alfie had gotten the formula, it would not have been impossible for him to make his own potion with his aptitude for pharmacy - if he really had to give up the promising profession of bard one day, pharmacist would definitely be his first choice.

Since Kenobi's appearance broke the continental law restrictions on occupation (or at least relaxed them), Alfie saw the possibility of becoming a dual-professional.

"A recipe for a powerful corrosive agent. Let me think about it, where do I have it~" Willie pinched his forehead and pondered.

Alfie's heart pounded excitedly, listening to Willy's meaning, this recipe was in his hands!

"Ah~ I remembered. If I'm not mistaken—" Willy hurried to the corner of a shelf, where a worn-out suitcase was placed.

"You're putting such a precious recipe in such a place?" Alfie looked at the shabby suitcase with a feeling of disbelief.

"The value of goods is relative, for some people this recipe may be worth a fortune, but for most people it is worthless, unfortunately I am one of them. Willy rummaged through the contents of the suitcase as he spoke, and after a moment he let out a soft cry of surprise, "Ah, I found it, and it was here." ”

With that, Willy turned around with a piece of parchment that looked old.

"Let me see!" Alfie reached for it, but was dodged by Willy.

"Ahem~" Willy coughed lightly and said, "This guest, you should know the rules." This recipe is not available to you at this time. ”

"Didn't you say that this recipe is worthless to you?" Alfie asked.

"Yes, but it might be worth a lot of money to you. Willy said slyly.

"I, what are you kidding, I'm just a bard. Only then did Alfie realize that she had been too eager before, and Willie saw an opportunity to sit on the ground and raise the price.

"It looks so, but who knows?" said Willy, smiling, "unless you can prove your profession, otherwise—no one can pretend to be a bard wearing a bard's robe." ”

"Well, this ......," Alfie was speechless for a moment, and then he realized that there seemed to be nothing on his body other than this robe that would prove that he was a bard.

"Haven't you?" Willie pretended to be surprised, and then reminded in a concerned tone: "I suggest you get a re-one as soon as possible, it is very dangerous to pretend to be a professional without a professional certificate on the mainland, and it is very likely that you will be killed by someone of that profession-"

Willy said and made a cross-cut neck motion that made Alfie's heart skip a beat, he had never realized that professional proof could be so important. There doesn't seem to be any memory in the memory of the predecessor to obtain relevant proof.

In fact, no one in the entire continent of Eliad would ask a bard for a certificate of occupation. Only a "profiteer" like Willie would take advantage of this loophole. Reality taught Alfie a vivid lesson, if he had enough experience, he would never be so easily bluffed by Willy.

"Where can I get a reissue for my professional certificate?" Alfie asked subconsciously.

Now it was Willy's turn to be at a loss, theoretically the bard's professional certificate needed to be done in the Bards Association, but as this promising profession withered day by day, the so-called Bards Association had long since died out in name, so that even Willy, an old man who had been in the imperial capital for so many years, couldn't figure out whether the Bard Guild had a branch in the imperial capital and where it was located.

"You see, even you don't know where the Bards Guild is, so where can I get a professional certificate?" Alfie read everything from Willy's blank face, and immediately seized the opportunity to turn the situation around.

"Well, let's not talk about that. Boy, are you interested in this recipe?" Willie left behind the subject that had embarrassed him. Just now, he was just out of the instinct of a businessman, wanting to raise the price and temporarily make a move, but he didn't expect to go around himself without paying attention, blaming the damned bard's sense of existence is so low that even such an important matter as the professional association has been ignored by almost everyone.

"Uh, do you want to hear the truth?" asked Alfie, pretending to be calm. Alfie had already accidentally suffered a small loss earlier, and Alfie became extremely cautious, he must not let Willie see that he was interested in the formula, otherwise with his weak money bag, it would be impossible to get the formula.

"What do you say?" said Willy, smiling like a cunning fox, as if he had already seen through Alfie's plans.

"I already have a finished product, so why would I be interested in a recipe that hasn't been proven?" Alfie asked in a succinct voice.

"Because this powerful corrosive potion is not from you, it's Madison's handiwork. Willie replied as a matter of course.

"How do you know?" Alfie was taken aback.

"Boy, I've had a good relationship with Madison for many years, and you think I'll not be able to see his work?" Willy's tone carried a hint of smugness, and his friendship with Madison was far from being as simple as he said.