Sean smiled helplessly when he saw this situation, it seems that in order to avoid the two being hammered to death by Tyrol, he also had to join one of the two to resist the red-eyed Tyrol.

"My little body~" Sean glanced at his thin body, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and rushed up.

Seeing that Tyrol was about to punch Sean, if this punch was solid, Sean would have to vomit blood. At this moment, there was a sharp knock and angry reprimand outside the dormitory door: "It's so late, what are you still tossing? If you still have the energy to make trouble, come to the laboratory with me now!"

Master Goodman's stern voice poured cold water on the heads of the four of them like a basin of cold water, causing them to calm down instantly: What are you kidding? Go to the laboratory overnight?

It was rare for the four of them to reach a consensus on this point, that is, if they could arrive at Master Goodman's magic laboratory a moment later, they would be a moment late. There is a strong intuition that tells them that what awaits them in the lab is never a good thing!

As if they had made a decision, the four of them quickly burrowed into their respective covers, and a moment later the sound of snoring reached the door and fell into the ears of Master Goodman.

"I really can't do anything about these little guys! I have to admit that it's good to be young!" Master Goodman didn't poke at the four people who were pretending to be asleep, but remembered something, sighed, and staggered towards his laboratory.

......

"What? Master Goodman, you're not mistaken, are you? You ruthlessly deprived us of three days of vacation, and what you wanted to teach us in advance was to prepare potions?" Killian shouted with a sad face as he looked at the whole set of potions and tools in front of him and a whole room of herbs, and only this young master of the Prime Minister's family had the courage to accuse the respected Master Goodman so much.

The four of them never expected Master Goodman to call them up early in the morning and take them into a potion laboratory. Master Goodman's intentions speak for themselves.

"My dream is to be a magician, not a pharmacist. Tyrol raised his eyelids and glanced at Master Goodman, who was rarely on the same side as Killian.

"I—I thought I could try—" Sean swallowed the second half of his words back into his stomach as soon as he opened his mouth under Killian's murderous eyes, but he still muttered something quietly, as if he was very unwilling: "Apothecary is actually a branch of the magician profession......"

"But that's at the cost of giving up most of the attacking magic!" Killian glared at Sean fiercely, displeased with his short-sightedness.

"And what is your opinion Alfie, you must know that with your superior magical control, the profession of Apothecary can be said to be tailor-made for you!" Master Goodman ignored the others and asked Alfien instead.

My answer is simple. Alfie glanced at the tools and herbs around him, took a few of them, and skillfully manipulated them, and a moment later, he prepared a bottle of pale red potion in the stunned eyes of several others.

"I'm not mistaken, am I? This is a bottle of a fifth-level hemostatic potion! It's already an intermediate-level potion! How did you do that?" Sean said with a look of amazement.

You must know that in this era of scarcity of pharmacists, pharmacists who can prepare intermediate potions are enough to attract the attention of all forces, especially pharmacists who can prepare this kind of hemostatic potion that can play a great role on the battlefield, and they are favored by the military.

Alfie glanced at Sean quietly again, and could immediately recognize it as a bottle of hemostatic potion, indicating that Sean was by no means as simple as he appeared.

"This is a hemostatic potion, and it is said that a bottle on the black market sells for ten gold coins!" Killian said with a complicated expression. He knew a little bit about Alfie's background, and knew that Alfie's skill in dispensing potions was probably derived from the true inheritance of Master Madison, the only sanctuary apothecary in the world. With the blessing of this aura, even if Alfie's magic potential is zero, he can still be thriving in the imperial capital.

"Such a small bottle of potion has the effect of stopping bleeding instantly?" Tyrol asked with a suspicious face as he picked up the hemostatic potion and looked at it carefully. Although he has amnesia, he also knows the efficacy of hemostatic drugs.

"Will you try it?" said Alfie shrugged indifferently. He controlled it very well, and if it was only a medium-grade potion, it would not cause a backlash from the laws of the continent. With his strength, he could even concoct the Divine Aobo Gravel Elixir, a level 12 potion, but in that case, he would inevitably have to summon divine power. The power of the main god is too high-grade for the few people in front of him, and Alfie doesn't want to be so ostentatious.

The next scene surprised everyone, and Tyrol swiped his finger on his arm with a big grin, and a hideous gash appeared on his arm, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Tyrol, don't you hurt?" Sean almost bit his tongue off, he had never seen anyone so cruel to him.

"A little bit, but this way we can test the efficacy of Alfie's potions!" Tyrol said nonchalantly.

"Aha, Alfie, how I wish your preparation of a hemostatic potion was not working well!" said Killian.

"Shut up, it's a matter of human life, it's best not to joke!" Elfie glared at Killian, was there such a great hatred between him and Tyrore?

The movement of Alfie's hand did not stop, he snatched the hemostatic potion from Tyrol's hand, and carefully poured it on his wound, the hideous wound actually gradually stopped spurting blood under the effect of the hemostatic potion, and soon healed completely, leaving an ugly scar like a magic earthworm.

"Haha, Kirian, I've disappointed you, Elfie's hemostatic potion works well!" Tyrol scoffed weakly. Despite his physical strength, he still felt a little overwhelmed by the amount of blood that had been sprayed in such a short period of time - in Sean's eyes, Tyrol was a miracle, didn't he see that the blood he shed had stained the ground red? For ordinary people, such a large amount of bleeding was enough to kill him!

"What a pity! Alfie's hemostatic potion apparently has limited efficacy, and it won't make your wound completely healed. Killian gloated, "If you can't heal it all at once, I'm afraid that this level of scar will stay with you for the rest of your life, even if it is the holy magic of the Holy See." ”

"Isn't it just a little scar? It's on the arm, it doesn't matter. Tyrol said nonchalantly.

"Really, I originally planned to introduce you to the noble ladies of the imperial capital~ It seems that I am going to revise my plan, and no noble lady wants to see such an ugly scar appear on her sweetheart. Killian sarcastically said.