Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 94 Alchemist's Backpack
"No," Victoria lowered her eyes, took the shield from her back, and took the mace from her waist, "I am not going to stand by and watch."

"If you dare to be disrespectful to my companions, humiliate my comrades and friends, and sow discord between us again, I swear in the name of my protector that I will make your blood spill on the spot!"

When a priest who has never been very aggressive even in combat says this, then she must be really angry.

"No! How could you do this?!" Elden looked at Victoria in shock, "I thought there would be at least one sane person here who follows traditions, rules and etiquette!"

"You don't even want to look at me and Sylvia?" Ivy looked at Elden with a wronged look, "At least we have received a systematic education."

"That's a pity," Sylvia looked down at the increasingly helpless dwarf, "You really shouldn't step out of your ivory tower, because then you can at least spend the rest of your life in boredom."

"Maybe you could cure your own discoloration before you die? I promise it would be a medical miracle."

"Oh my god, Shuke!" Elden took two steps back and vented his anger on his students. "Look where you brought me to? This is simply a den of thieves! No, a devil's den!"

"Goblins, undead creatures! And what? A green dragon or a black dragon?!"

"It seems that you do have some old wisdom, but Iczuri is in his lair," Ron looked at Elden, "Look, old man, I am actually confused by your argument."

"You keep talking about 'traditions', 'rules' and 'etiquette', but you are rude to the host here, arrogant to his friends, and even try to sow discord between them?"

"Don't you realize what's wrong, you old-fashioned, blockheaded, stupid, barbaric, crude, despicable, impolite, dying, half-buried pale maggot?"

"How dare you say that to me?!"

Elden jumped three feet high. If Driver's dagger hadn't been in front of him, he might have rushed up to fight Ron. "I'll make you pay the price! I'm going to fire you!"

Ron: "Huh? But I'm not a student of the academy, how are you going to expel me?"

"You are now!" The dwarf took out a scroll, jumped onto the table and began writing furiously, then took out the ink pad and stamped it, "Ron! You are now a new student of Elden College!"

"Uh?"

"Now you're fired!" Elden tore the admission letter into pieces again, then looked at Ron proudly.

"what?"

Ron was confused by this series of confusing operations and wondered in his heart that there was actually a way to play this game?
"Have you noticed that there are fewer white hairs on his head?" Sylvia leaned close to Ron's ear. "I suspect that Shuke brought this old guy here just to ask us to help treat his depigmentation disease."

Ron followed Sylvia's gaze and saw Shuke winking at him.

No wonder he was silent after trying to persuade them. But that didn't work. Elden's color faded, but Ron and the others' blood pressure went up!
"I want you to take back what you said just now! I've lived for four hundred years, and no one has ever dared to scold me like that!" Elden jumped in front of Ron and glared at him angrily.

"Unless you take back your words first," Ron would not compromise with him, "You were the one who insulted my partner first! You asked for it!"

Elden was old after all, and his eloquence and energy were not as good as Ron, a young man. But of course he would never put down his pride and apologize to Ron and Driver, so in the end the two sides reached a "reconciliation"; the previous ones didn't count, and everyone started the introduction again.

"Okay, that's it!" Elden said depressedly, "The reason I came here is actually very simple: what method did you use for your weak healing potion?"

"Tell me! Just the refining step is enough. I can pay 10,000 gold coins for the synthesis process alone!"

"Refine? What refine?" Ron and Elden stared at each other. "No refinement! Do you think I have any refining equipment here?"

"Equipment, what equipment?" Elden was also confused. "I want your ritual steps! What does that have to do with equipment?"

"That..." Lavinia, who was pulled out of the workshop after hearing Ron coming back, tugged at Ron's clothes. "He should be talking about the concentration step. I explained it to him for a long time, but the old guy just didn't believe it. He insisted that there was no non-magical method to completely dissolve the raw material powder. And I couldn't let him into the workshop to see, so he has been making a fuss until now."

"Halfling, this is none of your business!" Elden's old habit came back, and he yelled at Lavinia, "Go back to your laboratory and be an apprentice!"

"If you do this to my friends again, you won't even have to pay me 100,000 to find out," Ron curled his lips. "Didn't Lavinia tell you? Why not believe it?"

At that time, Ron didn't know magic, so how could there be any traces of magic in the synthesis route? Later, Lavinia made some improvements, using some tricks to assist in improving efficiency.

What's so hard to believe about this?

"Impossible!" Elden shook his head like a rattle. "So far, there are a total of thirty-seven different alchemical formulas for healing potions, and a total of one hundred and one derived from factions, but not one of them can skip this step! All of them require the assistance of rituals!"

"You must have used some method to remove the traces of magic, right? It doesn't matter! Even if you only tell me this, it's fine - I've never seen anyone do anti-counterfeiting and anti-tracking to this extent, and even I can't reverse it!"

"His hair is a little bit back to normal," Sylvia whispered, "It seems that four hundred years is far from the limit for him."

"Then I have to collect the money first," Ron glanced at Shuke, "You pay, he pays? It's not that I'm greedy, but I'm afraid that the dean will regret it after knowing it - in fact, it's just a thin layer of window paper, but you are used to relying on magic rituals and didn't expect it."

"Any knowledge is just a layer of window paper, young man!" Elden taught him, "But how many layers of window paper can a person see? And how many layers can he pierce? You are talking nonsense!"

"Here! This is a secondary dimension bag," Elden took off his sturdy leather backpack and threw it to Ron. "This alchemist backpack is divided into two compartments. The main compartment contains an extra-dimensional space that can hold up to 450 kilograms of things with a volume of no more than two cubic meters, and the total weight will not exceed 15 kilograms. It is suitable for carrying bulky alchemist equipment; the second compartment has a preservation magic that can preserve daily ingredients, food and drinks to keep them fresh."

"I've already worn this backpack, so I'll give you three thousand gold coins for its value. Shuke, give him another seven thousand, and you don't have to donate to the next school anniversary."

(End of this chapter)