I have a Synthesizer

Klein slowly walked to the high tower at the back of the academy and slowly stretched out his palm.

The Mark of the Seer appeared on the back of his hand, and Klein simultaneously recited the spell to open the door.

"Open!"

Just like when Lance opened the barrier of the Jesser Society last time, ripples spread out in front of Klein.

The castle floating above the cliff reappeared, still as breathtaking as ever.

As soon as Klein walked in, a shadow enveloped him, and the voice of the magic-powered armor came from the side.

"Welcome back, Mr. Klein."

"Thank you, Mr. Highlander. You are truly dedicated."

"It is my duty."

Klein looked at the tall magic-powered armor, and some thoughts arose in his mind.

He was very interested in this kind of large magic-powered robot, but now was not the time.

Klein waved at the magic-powered armor and walked inside, as if he had returned to his own home.

… …

"Yes, I will take good care of Klein, sir."

"No, Klein seems easy to get along with, but it's not easy to get close to him.

Moreover, he won't let you take care of him; he's a cautious fellow.

If you want to be friends with Klein, you have to make him feel that you are sincere, truly sincere.

Then, you also have to make him realize that you have weaknesses. Only in this way can you become friends, understand?"

Lance's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at Esmond somewhat woodenly.

Esmond casually met Lance's gaze, his eyes full of undeniable will. In the end, Lance could only lower his head.

"I will interact with Klein seriously."

"Go then."

Lance didn't move, which made Esmond narrow his eyes.

"Is there anything else?"

Lance paused for a moment, his tone already carrying a hint of decisiveness.

"I once thought that sir favored Klein very much, but now it seems that sir seems to favor Miss Mira even more.

Then, what are Klein and Joe supposed to be?"

Esmond laughed.

"They are, of course, my sons. Shouldn't sons be tempered more than daughters?"

It wasn't until Lance left that Esmond's smile gradually disappeared.

"He's becoming more and more disobedient. Forget it, he won't live much longer anyway. I'll leave him to Klein."

… …

Klein, who entered the Jesser Society, did not go directly to the potion area but chose to go to the resource area first to purchase the necessary materials.

Now that he was preparing to refine potions in large quantities, he would naturally need a large amount of resources.

He had a lot of money on hand now, enough to support his squandering for a while.

The herbs and materials inside the Jesser Society might be more expensive than outside, but fortunately, they were close by.

Moving large quantities of materials would be very troublesome, and he didn't have any space storage equipment.

Therefore, even though the materials inside the Jesser Society were more expensive, he would still buy them from inside the Jesser Society, at least to save some time.

In fact, it wasn't just Klein who thought this way; many alchemists, enchanters, and the like also thought this way.

Although they had been exploited by the Jesser Society once in an invisible way, most people would still choose to do so.

Arriving at the potion material sales point in the resource area, the counter was empty, with only the material price list next to it.

With no one to sell, Klein could only knock on the table.

"Is anyone here? Excuse me, do you sell materials for healing potions and magic potions here?"

Quick footsteps came from the room soon.

Messy hair, scruffy stubble, hesitant eyes.

Unfortunately, the one who came out was not Stephen Chow, but a very weak-looking fatty, looking like he had masturbated too much.

"Oh, a new herb farmer. The materials for basic potions are all over there. Just go and get them yourself."

The fatty pointed to the place behind Klein, where a somewhat strange machine stood.

Klein was a little embarrassed and curious. He was embarrassed by the title and curious about the machine.

"A new herb farmer? What a simple title! As for the materials, do I just take them directly from the machine without paying?"

"Nonsense, of course you have to pay. Have you ever seen anything free in the Jesser Society?

Choose the type of material you need, put in the money, and it will automatically allocate enough material for you."

Klein was even more surprised when he heard this. Wasn't this just a vending machine? He couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Um, senior, what is the principle of this machine?"

The fatty showed a disdainful smile and said to Klein in a tone full of superiority.

"Hmph! Newbies are just ignorant. Then I will reluctantly explain it to you.

This machine is called a vending machine, and it was created with reference to ancient vending machine technology.

It is a cutting-edge product that integrates magic-powered dynamics, space magic, and teleportation.

Inside, it is equipped with a high-level magic-powered core, 46 sets of magic-conducting gears, 12 two-way teleportation arrays, and 12 independent storage space devices.

It is a special machine that only our Jesser Society possesses, which can greatly reduce labor costs.

How about it? Awesome, right?"

Klein thought to himself, you've been babbling so much, isn't this still a vending machine? It hasn't turned into an airplane!

But he still nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. It was better to be low-key when he first arrived.

"Yes, yes, yes, what the boss says is right."

Seeing the fatty's satisfied expression, Klein turned his head and came to the vending machine.

There were patterns, labels, and text descriptions of various materials on it.

After putting the coins on the table next to it and selecting the required materials, the vending machine would automatically carry out material transfer and distribution.

Klein took out 10,000 Thales, selected all the materials for magic potions, and pressed purchase.

The vending machine's delivery port began to beep and spit out materials.

The price of the materials here was about 20% more expensive than the materials sold outside. However, these potion materials had a very good advantage.

At least Klein felt that this advantage could completely offset the price issue.

That was, each material was matched according to the potion preparation ratio, a fixed amount.

The amount of material in each serving was very standard. The alchemist could use it as soon as he got it, and he no longer needed to spend time preparing it himself, which was very time-saving and convenient.

"Beep beep beep… …"

It took the vending machine a full ten minutes to spit out the materials worth 10,000 Thales before it ended.

Klein took out the two snakeskin bags he had already prepared and began to fill them with the potion-making materials.

After Klein filled the two snakeskin bags, he greeted the fatty senior at the counter and left.

The fatty looked at Klein who was working hard to load the goods and shook his head and sighed.

"The life of a herb farmer is not easy. Was I too fierce to him just now?"