After the Full Level of the Profession

Before dawn, Robb got up. He didn't get out of his room immediately, but called Sofa into the room. Of course, he wasn't trying to be a gangster or something, but he was about to change clothes.

In order to stealthily learn the "Magic Item Making Technique", Robb, the King of Sloth, finally wants to regain his role as the Emperor of the Liver, Robb, and began to take active actions and work hard.

The current situation, for Robb, is like a new expansion in the game and the addition of a new production profession "Magic Item Maker". For patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the new profession must be full! must! Not to discuss!

Nothing can stop him from full of his new career determination, not even the most terrifying magic in the world, "Mother's Broken Thoughts".

Besides, he doesn't even have a mother in this world.

Sofa used some plant sap to make a strange green liquid, put it in a washbasin, and said to Robb: "Foam your head in it."

"Oh? Is this hair dye?" Robb asked.

"Yes!" Sofa said earnestly: "Your yellow hair is too garish. I think it will be less easy to be seen through a dye. After all, you chat with Her Majesty the Queen through a crystal ball every day. Her Majesty should remember your appearance very well. And Gu Gu Ji Ji also met you, and many people in the Royal Air Force have met you."

She concluded: "You are walking on the road of light like this, and it is very likely to attract siege. You also know that although Her Majesty the Queen talks with you every day and talks and laughs, she looks like you are friends, but if there is someone who can She will never let go of the chance to kill you."

Robb thought about it carefully, and couldn't help laughing: "You are right, if the ghost woman has the opportunity to kill me, she will definitely not let it go, although she doesn't know that it can't break my defense."

"She may not be able to do it personally, but her skeleton dragon." Solfa said seriously: "The skeleton dragon is the highest combat power of the Dark Vatican. Its combat power is not weaker than that of the Sphinx. A sneak attack may not be without injury."

Robb thought about it carefully. Last time the Sphinx blew a yellow sand magic on him, at that time he also added a BUFF that "improves magic defense", and was hit with 8232 HP at that moment.

If Miss Queen’s Skeleton Dragon is really equivalent to the Sphinx, she doesn’t add any BUFF, and if she is beaten by it without warning, it might be very painful.

"Well, you're right." Robb smiled and said, "It saves trouble, of course. Besides, once my identity is discovered, don't try to learn magic item making skills secretly. I have no objection to dyeing hair, but …Can we change the color? I can’t have a green color on my head."

"Green is so beautiful." Solfa said: "If you can see a little green in the desert, it is such a happy color."

"I admit that green is great in the desert." Robb said, "But when it appears on top of my head, it's not great."

Sofa knew that Robb was talking weird things again, so let's redeploy.

After a while, the hair dye in the basin was mixed into black.

Robb liked the color as soon as he saw it, and quickly lay down on his back, soaking his hair in the basin.

During the time he was dipping his hair dyed, Sofa took out some messy disguise pills and smeared them on his face. After a while, when Robb looked in the mirror again, he found that he had turned into black hair. Handsome guy, his black and beautiful hair seems to have been washed by Rejoice.

Thicken the eyebrows, heighten the nose, add a little bit of scum, and the contours of his face have been smeared with a sense of shadow by Sofa with a dissolving medicine, giving his face a vicissitudes of heroic depth and domineering.

However, Robb was delighted with his new look, and he heard Sofa murmur: "I feel good about trying to paint. I haven't forgotten my disguise skills. Okay, now I can erase it and start over. ."

"Erase?" Robb said, "Hey, I like this kind of heroic breath so much, it's pretty good like this, no need to erase it."

Sofa squinted: "You are pretending to be an illegitimate son of an annihilated nobleman. Because he is an illegitimate child, he has been living in the country and raised by his mother, so he escaped the tragic destruction of the Smith family. Do you think...like you Is such an identity suitable for painting into a heroic temperament?"

Robb: "Well, what are you going to paint me like?"

Solfa said: "Frivolity, shallow, short-sighted, a typical rural poor boy grows up and was told that your grandfather is a billionaire, and then he just drifted away."

Robb: "My Fuck! I don't want it, I protest! I don't want this kind of second-hand nouveau riche, I want to pretend to be a handsome guy, the kind that everyone loves."

Sofa: "That will only reveal the identity."

After a heated discussion between the two, they fought each other madly, and finally, both sides took a step back. Robb's request for mature, stable, handsome guys and the frivolous nouveau riche requested by Sofa were both rejected. The result that the two finally discussed was an ordinary, ordinary, not very stupid, but not very clever, ordinary youth feeling.

After all, this character inherited the lineage of John Roland Smith, the archmage of the wind system, and his IQ should not be too low, otherwise he would be suspected of having a lineage problem. But he was set to be an illegitimate child, and grew up in the countryside, so he can't be too insightful, otherwise he will wear help.

In the end, Robb became an ordinary black-haired boy who inherited the excellent lineage of the Smith family, carrying the family tree, seal, and family crest of the Smith family, reporting the dream of revitalizing the family, preparing to enter the magic academy, learning magic, for The country played a role in composing a song and tearful history of the decline of aristocrats.

Sofa took out a set of noble services that deliberately washed white, and handed it to Robb: "Put it on."

Robb took the clothes and glanced at him. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it necessary to wash the white on purpose?"

Solved: "You are a declining nobleman. You must remember that you are so poor that you can only wash and wear your clothes repeatedly. The tuition fee of one hundred gold coins for you to attend the Magic Academy is the one that Baron Noren sees in your grandfather. Sponsored for the sake of face."

Robb: "Hello!"

Sofa: "Or, do you want to wear silk stockings like a rich nobleman?"

Without saying a word, Robb quickly put the white washed clothes on his body.

Sofa immediately took out a wooden staff and handed it to him.

Robb recognized it at a glance. This staff was the one that Xiaoyi brought when she first arrived in Westwind Town. It was made of pure wood and had no ornaments inlaid on it. It was an unpretentious wooden staff. (For those who have forgotten, please see Chapter 31)

Robb protested: "Hey! Xiaoyi's staff is too shabby, at least let me inlay an amethyst on it."

Sofa didn't bother to care about him. She went back to the room herself, and when she came out soon, she dressed up as a poor maid in patched linen.

The poor master is outfitted with a patched linen maid, and the costume is complete!