Crossing Cannon Fodder and Embracing the Lord God

Sandalwood box. "Pharmacist, a profession that costs money." Claire stepped forward with a red fox in his arms, while Angelo was picking ripe fruit. It's hard to imagine how this kind of medicinal material that can only appear in the desert is preserved intact on the bottom of the sea .

"A pharmacist does cost money." Hearing Claire's words, Angelo straightened up and looked at the fruit in his hand to judge the ripeness. "But as long as you reach the fifth level of pharmacist, you can enjoy royal offerings. This is a common rule on the mainland." Of course, Oss, which has a large number of pharmacists, is an exception.If you want to enjoy the royal offering of Oss, at least you need a pharmacist of level seven or above.

"Moreover, one bottle of fifth-level potions on the market is enough for a pharmacist to live comfortably for the first half of the year." An Qiluo, who was ordered by the master to investigate the market, smacked his lips. Level [-] has already been traded with gold coins, and potions for level [-] have doubled. As for level [-] and above, they can only be seen at auctions.

"What level of pharmacist are you now?" Claire was facing Angelo, as if he had heard about Angelo's study with Master Drucker when he was still there, has he learned it now?

"I'm level six." An Qiluo put the thorny rope grass with intact leaves into the space, the main drug of the paralysis potion, the older it is, the better the effect.

Claire nodded, suppressing the shock in her heart. Although the sixth-level pharmacist is not as good as the great magician of the light department, the difference is almost the same.

And the old Narui, who had been paying attention to their conversation all the time, had white lips, and then curled his lips. If he hadn't been busy with tasks and had no time to allocate, he might be at level six now.

"There is something!"