The amount of waste in the world is mainly against the sky

Chapter 1133
The divine pharmacist in charge of the test sighed.

I heard that yesterday there was a 15-year-old boy who passed the imperial examination to obtain the badge of the Royal Alchemist, and became the youngest Imperial Alchemist in the world.

It's a pity that he has to be responsible for testing these children here, but he has no chance to see the demeanor of the 15-year-old imperial pharmacist.

The boy's father came over and shouted excitedly: "What?! Master, could you have read it wrong? My son is smart and talented, how can he be a medicine planter? Where's the handyman?!"

"How could the guild's gold test tablet be wrong?! The handyman in the medicine garden is indeed the job that best suits this child's attributes. If you don't want your fat son to suffer, you can just leave." The magic pharmacist Said.

Alas, so, what he hates the most is the job of recruiting apprentices every year.

Talented children can be met but not sought after, but parents can hear all kinds of complaints.

"Yunpeng, let's go home with Dad! Helping Dad take care of our family's pharmacy in the future is no better than being a handyman who grows medicinal materials!" The child's father said with a displeased face.

"Father, but, I think..." The chubby boy looked at the divine pharmacist from the pharmacist guild, with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"What are you thinking?! Didn't people say that your talent is not enough, so you can only be a handyman planting medicine?!" The child's father said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft and feminine voice descending from the sky: "Don't be angry, brother. It's a good thing for children to have dreams, isn't it?"

An old man wearing a beige robe and a goatee descended from the sky. It was Qian Mao, the vice president of the Alchemist Guild.

"Vice...vice president!" The expressions of the two god-grade pharmacists who were in charge of the test became respectful in an instant.

"Son, what's your name? How old is this year?" Qian Mao walked towards the fat boy and asked softly.

Hearing that man whose tone was originally feminine actually softened his voice on purpose, Baxia felt a chill hit his heart, and goosebumps fell all over the ground in an instant!

"I...my name is Chu Yunpeng, and I am nine years old." The child said.

"Do you want to become a pharmacist?" Qian Mao asked with the corners of his lips curled up.

Chu Yunpeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva with bright eyes when he heard the words, and nodded.

"Hahaha... Good job! Sometimes people should be greedy. My child, the vice president can give you a fire-attributed sky-replenishing pill to help you unlock the fire-attribute necessary for alchemists. But, I have one more condition for you to agree to."

"As long as I can become a pharmacist, I'm willing to do anything! I beg the vice president, give me a pill for mending the sky!" Chu Yunpeng quickly knelt down at Qian Mao's feet, kowtowed and said.

"That's good. As long as you can swear the oath of heaven and earth, you will always be loyal to me and never betray me, the vice president can accept you as a registered disciple and give you a pill to mend the sky." Qian Mao smiled deeply road.

"Yunpeng, you... you have to think carefully!" Chu Yunpeng's father hurriedly reminded him.

To be loyal forever, doesn't that mean that his son is going to become the slave of this vice president? !
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(End of this chapter)