Reborn genius pharmacist

Chapter 7 Selling Potions
"This... OK!" Fei'er hesitated, but she still believed in Mo Lin, so she agreed. It's not too difficult anyway.

"If you sell it successfully, I will give you a part; even if you can't sell it, it's okay."

"En!" Fei'er didn't have any worries when she heard this.

Mo Lin smiled slightly, and was glad to have such a good friend by her side. Although Fei'er was a bit silly, she had a good heart and didn't have much scheming.

Fei'er is the niece of the head of the family, and the treatment is not very good.Mayfair's mother was an ordinary person who fell in love with a down-and-out man and gave birth to Mayfair despite the objections of her relatives, but the man ran away by himself. He lived very poorly, and finally hanged himself.Relying on her kinship, Fei'er was taken in by her uncle, but her aunt naturally couldn't tolerate the extra child, so she rushed to the family and asked Fei'er to be a maid.

Despite the unhappiness, Mayfair is very optimistic, thinking that she can become stronger, giving up the weakness that a girl should have, to exercise her body and become a warrior, so that she will not be bullied by her aunt.

However, Fei'er's talent is not very good. She has trained her muscles, but it is difficult to cultivate her battle qi. No matter how hard she tries, without talent and without a teacher's guidance, the road ahead is naturally very difficult.

Mo Lin's eyes darkened, as if she had thought of something and made up her mind.

The next day, early morning.

Ever since the battle between Mo Lin and Viviera, word has spread among the low-level maids of the Cyril family that no one dares to provoke Mo Lin anymore. Some of the smarter fools just went to please Mo Lin and snatch her. Do things for Mo Lin.

In Shengxuan Continent, the strong are respected, even among the maids at the bottom, the same principle applies.

No, Mo Lin was holding a wooden bucket in her hand and was about to pour out the dirty water. A maid with a pockmarked face hurriedly took it: "Isn't this Mo Lin! Let me come, let me come, the young master's room!" It just needs someone to clean it, just right, you go!"

Pockmarked face was very terrified, she knew that little Mo Lin had a good impression of the young master in the past, now she deliberately created an opportunity to meet the young master, Mo Lin must thank her from the bottom of her heart!
Maybe Mo Lin foolishly wants to become friends with her, just relying on Mo Lin's ability to instantly kill Viviera, she can walk sideways among the maids without doing anything!

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she was, she was about to laugh out loud. In fact, the corners of her mouth were already curled up very much.

"Thank you, no more." Mo Lin said lightly.

The smile on the corner of Mazi's face stiffened, he just felt struck by lightning, and looked at Mo Lin in astonishment...

impossible!

These four words were the only words in Ma Zilian's mind!Can she believe that Mo Lin turned down such a good opportunity that those maids couldn't compete for?
God, is Mo Lin still the same Mo Lin?Didn't the little Mo Lin in the past admire the Eldest Young Master very much, always hiding in the corner and peeking at other people, and it was only later that Viviera's killing intent aroused.

No, it wasn't the original Mo Lin, otherwise how could Mo Lin defeat Viviera?

The pockmarked face was particularly troubled, and Mo Lin didn't even look at her, and left with the bucket by herself.

Mo Lin didn't think it was an honor to clean the young master's room.The last time I saw the young master at Baicaopu, I have to admit that he looks really good, but I heard from others that he is a talented magician with both water and fire elements, cold as ice, and has a bright future.

But to Mo Lin who has lived for hundreds of years, she is just a young man with a little bit of talent, not too dazzling, just a child with arrogance.

She carried the bucket and walked to the nearby river.

Generally, there is a fixed place for garbage to be dumped, but it is far away, so she is just lazy, go to the nearby small river, and find a pit to dump it out.

"Whoa..."

Dirty water poured down, and Mo Lin then picked up the empty wooden bucket. When she raised her eyes, she happened to see a faint black shadow on the big tree more than ten meters ahead.

She got closer, but found that the black shadow among the lush green leaves was a man, dressed in aristocratic costumes, his silver hair was tied up casually, with a few strands of hair leaking out, looking extremely delicate, with his upright and handsome facial features, his eyes The eyes are like fine jade, emerald green in color.

He leaned on a thick branch, holding a book in one hand, with a concentrated expression, while flames burst out from the other hand from time to time, and the shapes of the flames varied.

What a coincidence, I just rejected that pockmarked face, but I didn't expect to see that young master here again.

Mo Lin squinted her eyes, and when she was about to leave, the book in the man's hand was not stable, and the book suddenly fell...

"That maid, pick up that book and give it to me." A voice came from above, in a cold, commanding tone.

He has always been admired by everyone, crowned with the reputation of a genius, like a bright moon among broken stars, he is inevitably a little arrogant.

Mo Lin wanted to pretend that she didn't hear it, but after thinking about it, she is still a maid of the family, and Ma Lin's mother is also a maid, so she doesn't know how much the potion can sell for, and it's not certain whether she can turn over.

At least at this moment, you still can't offend anyone, especially the young master of the family.

Sighing, she bent down and picked up the book. The grayish-yellow sheepskin wrapped the book, giving it a heavy feeling. The corners of the pages were folded, but they were well preserved, and some were difficult to read. place is marked.It can be seen that the young master's reputation as a genius is not only born, but also acquired through hard work.

Mo Lin casually glanced twice, remembering the way he manipulated the flame just now, she knew it clearly.

It's probably the bottleneck period for advanced magicians. At this time, they have learned magic well and are very skilled in manipulation, but most magicians will encounter a problem, that is, they don't know how to maximize the attack power. It feels like something is missing.

"You have to learn to concentrate all your mental power on your fingers, and then imagine to condense all its power on one point of your fingers. At this time, you must not be too sharp, and you must learn to feel the fluctuations of the fire element. Just a reminder It’s useless, you have to practice more by yourself.” Mo Lin said as she slapped the dust off the book cover and threw it on the tree.

He stretched out his hand to catch it, tried it half-believingly, and obviously felt that it was not so strenuous.There seemed to be a flash of surprise and brilliance in Lenore's eyes.

"My name is Lenore." He said suddenly, "Are you a magician too?"

"No." Mo Lin frowned and flatly denied it.

She doesn't reject anyone who loves magic, she just kindly reminded them a few words.

This body used to have an agitated feeling for Le Nuo, which inevitably also affected Mo Lin, and she would get rid of this redundant emotion as soon as possible, and subconsciously felt a little disgusted with the young master's attitude.

(End of this chapter)