My Virtual Kingdom of God

Hughes couldn't recover from the shock that Allen was an extraordinary knight until he followed Allen to the port of Blue Harbor Town.

When he saw bundles and bundles of potion ingredients being moved out of the cabin, he could no longer remain calm.

"This is the blue bell grass, and this, the dream devil fruit, my God, the enlightening flower! It's really the enlightening flower!"

Hughes rushed to a temple knight reserve who was carrying medicinal materials, and cursed: "Do you know what you are doing? Knight!"

"This is the Enlightenment Flower! My God! You actually broke its stalk, damn it, I must let Master Allen beat you to death, you idiot!"

Solu looked at the old man who kept jumping in front of him, and looked at the envoy in bewilderment. He couldn't understand what Hughes was saying at all.

After scolding for a while, Hughes seemed to be tired, and snatched the Spiritual Blossom from Solu's hand: "I don't know which idiot it is, but it's just tied up like this, and I don't know that it should be packed in a box made of gold silk wood." Is it? It's really stupid!"

Hughes was stroking the Enlightenment Flower while swearing. No wonder Hughes was excited. As the chief pharmacist of a baron, it was the second time he had personally touched the Enlightenment Flower after living for so long.

The first time was when he was apprenticed to his mentor.

Allen stood beside Hughes, listening to him swearing, and coughed in embarrassment. After all, he was the idiot that Hughes said.

But it's not easy for him to say it, Alan thought to himself, if you have seen the patches of enlightenment flowers planted on Crescent Island, I'm afraid you won't make such a fuss.

"Okay, Uncle Hughes, now you should believe what I say."

He spread his hands towards Hughes.

"I believe, of course I believe in you, Master Allen," Hughes reacted immediately, and flattered him, "I believe in you, just like I believe in the baron."

Hearing Hughes mention his dead father, the smile on Allen's face slowly disappeared, and he nodded silently.

"Hughes."

"Master Allen!"

"The great god said that he would let me kill my enemies with my own hands," he looked towards the sea of ​​Blue Harbor, "I will definitely cut off Viscount Winter's head with my own hands, I swear in the name of God!"

Hughes felt the cold murderous aura emanating from his master, and was silent for a while, not daring to speak.

"Everyone, load the goods into the carriage and return to the castle!"

"Obey, my lord envoy!"

"Obey, Master Allen!"

 …

It was already late at night when everyone moved the goods back to the castle.

Nothing happened all the way. After returning to the castle, Hughes didn't care about rest. He was about to refine the knight potion with a batch of potion medicinal materials, but was stopped by Allen.

Hughes couldn't hold back Allen, so he had to wait until the next day.

the next day.

Hughes called up all the pharmacists early in the morning and went to work in the potion workshop.

Potion workshop.

Hughes was arranging the precautions for refining the knight potion, when Allen came to him.

"Master Allen!"

"Master Allen!"

"..."

When everyone saw Alan, they saluted him one after another. After all, Alan will be the object of their future allegiance.

Allen responded to everyone with a smile all the way, and Allen was already very familiar with this kind of scene. As the heir to the baron, he has received education in this area since he was a child.

"Morning, Uncle Hughes!"

"Morning, Master Allen!" After Hughes saluted Allen, he looked at Fren next to him, until he saw the black magic lines on Fren's cheeks, his face changed suddenly.

"Master Allen," Hughes hurriedly pulled Allen aside, "How did you bring a person from the revival meeting, you know the revival meeting is..."

"Of course I know, Uncle Hughes," Allen raised his hand and interrupted Hughes, "but Fren has already disassociated himself from the Revival Society.

"

"You mean he's a defector?"

Allen nodded.

"Even so, he may still be hunted down by the Revival Society. If you do so, it may cause trouble for the territory."

"Uncle Hughes, Fren will not go anywhere, he will always stay in the potion workshop to make potions," Allen said, looking at Fren, "I'm right, Mr. Fren."

"Of course, my lord envoy!" Fren immediately showed a flattering expression.

"Look, I'm right."

Seeing the two singing together, Hughes agreed with a frown. After all, Allen is the master of the castle.

After Allen left, Hughes looked at Fren.

When Fren saw Hughes looking at him, he immediately showed a disdainful expression.

"Is this how you refine knight potions?"

Hughes hadn't spoken yet, but Fren choked on it first, and couldn't help being annoyed: "Does Mr. Fren have any advice?"

"I can't talk about advice, you should have studied the two books "Basic Theory of Potion" and "Principles of Potion Manufacturing"."

"Basic Theory of Potions" and "Principles of Potion Manufacturing" are the basic knowledge that pharmacists must learn. Hughes has been refining knight potions all his life, so he is naturally very familiar with them.

It was a little insulting for the boy in front of him to say this.

"Learned." Hughes said in a stern voice.

"In fact, the principle of making potions is very simple, especially knight potions. Let me summarize, it can be roughly divided into three steps, the processing of potions and medicinal materials, the extraction of medicinal properties of medicinal materials, and the fusion of medicinal properties."

When Hughes heard this, he knew that the person in front of him was not bragging. He did have some unique insights into refining medicine, so he simply continued to listen.

"The three steps I mentioned are more difficult than the last."

Hughes nodded.

Seeing Hughes nodding, Fren showed a smile on the corner of his mouth: "But when I entered this potion workshop, I saw what you were doing. Each pharmacist was working alone. From the processing of medicinal materials to the fusion of medicinal properties, there was no cooperation at all."

Fren paused, "What's the success rate of your pharmacists refining knight potions?"

"Less than 30%."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the nobles in small places, even if they have mastered the potion workshop, they still carry out the most primitive production method."

When Hughes heard this, instead of being angry, he laughed instead: "Mr. Fren, it seems that you look down on our small place, Blue Harbor Town, so I will truthfully report your thoughts to Master Allen later. .”

Hearing this, Fren's face froze and he overplayed it.

Fren immediately smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Hughes was joking, how could I look down on Blue Harbor Town?"

He coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and continued: "Why don't you try to let the pharmacist specialize in one job?"

"what do you mean?"

Fren told Hughes the method of manufacturing knight potions on a large scale that he learned in the revival meeting, and he was very excited to hear it.

If Zheng Dong heard what Fulun said, he would definitely say the last thing, isn't this just streamlined production?