Mr. Lindell knew that the other party was willing to accept this loss purely because of his identity. He felt very pleased that this woman’s choice did not disappoint him. After going through the weapons, Mr. Lindell handed them over to the man in black. Now was not the time to be looking at them. The man in black shuddered as he held these weapons, amazed by the good quality. He felt the power of these weapons and simply wanted to fall on his knees. At this moment, he noticed something unusual. The weapon he held was engraved with the words ‘Treasure House.’ He subconsciously looked at other weapons and found the same. Obviously, it was the signature of the weaponsmith. “Mr. Lindell, look.” The man in black quickly informed Mr. Lindell of this discovery, thinking that it was strange. Mr. Lindell looked over in confusion and verified his discovery. “What place is this Treasure House?” he asked Scarlet in puzzlement. Mr. Lindell had just arrived and did not hav
Figo did not take it to heart. In his opinion, it was normal for such people to mock or yell at him. After all, Mr. Lindell was a noble from Imperial City and a legendary level-seven alchemist. He was better than Figo's brother who worked in Imperial City. It would be perfect if Figo could ride on Mr. Lindell's coattails. Figo just wanted to try his best to please Mr. Lindell. “Should I bring you there now? If we’re late, I’m afraid they’ll be closed for business. Their opening hours are up to their mood!" Figo was eager to leave. Mr. Lindell was surprised to hear that this so-called Treasure House actually existed. He became curious about Treasure House and wanted to see what was going on. “Did you buy these weapons from Treasure House?” the man in black asked Scarlet. Seeing that things could no longer be concealed, Scarlet nodded helplessly with no more trace of her earlier delight. Mr. Lindell did not dwell on this topic. Since she bought the weapons, she coul
“Indeed, this weapon is a product of Treasure House. If you want to buy something, you need to line up at the end of the queue. We don’t give preferential treatment no matter what identity or status you have,” Noelle said with a smile, her meaning clear. Mr. Lindell was surprised by her stubbornness. He signaled to the man in black, allowing him to reveal his identity. The man in black nodded and made Mr. Lindell's identity known. “Maybe you don't know my master’s identity. He’s a level-seven alchemist from Imperial City. He wants to buy your pills and weapons for research. It’s your honor to learn from him.” Philip was amused by Mr. Lindell's pretentiousness, but the latter had the right to act like this. As the top alchemist on this continent, he was always respected everywhere he went. Now that someone was giving him the cold shoulder, it was natural that he felt uncomfortable. After revealing Mr. Lindell's identity, the man in black thought the other party would be sc
Philip smiled and knew that the old man was angry. “You must be Mr. Lindell. Since you're here, I won't let you leave empty-handed. I don’t think you've seen the pills produced by Treasure House yet.” Philip took out a pill and crushed it in front of everyone. The powder quickly dissipated into the air, and the smell assaulted everyone’s senses. Feeling the effects of the pill, they went into an uproar. Philip had crushed a healing pill. All the hunters at the scene were plagued with old and new wounds that could hardly be cured at once. Healing pills were very expensive, and no one would use them unless necessary. The pill Philip crushed at random healed their internal injuries that had been present for many years. Their injuries were not serious but could not be left untreated either. They were excited about Philip’s help. The hunters were grateful and expressed their thanks to Philip. They were here for the pills too. The price of one pill at Bijou Parlor w
The imagined scenario of Philip and the others begging on their knees did not happen. Instead, Figo was left ignored at the door. Moreover, Mr. Lindell seemed very humble as he followed Philip as if he wanted to ask for guidance. Figo felt that he was having a mental breakdown. Meanwhile, Mr. Lindell followed Philip to the backyard. Philip made a pot of tea and sat waiting for him. Mr. Lindell looked at Philip in reverence. Philip deserved his respect if he really made the pill. “I can’t believe that you made that pill! You have such a profound mastery of pill-making at your young age!” Mr. Lindell had always been obsessed with pills. As long as Philip was the one who made that amazing pill, Mr. Lindell would not be ashamed to ask for guidance even though Philip was young. Philip chuckled at Mr. Lindell’s reaction. He did not think that Mr. Lindell was an arrogant person. He remained rational without falling out with Noelle after her provocation, which proved hi
Philip shook his head helplessly. He had no idea what his current level on this continent was. “I made this pill. Maybe you can estimate my current level with this.” Philip tossed the problem to Mr. Lindell and handed over a pill. As a pill fanatic, Mr. Lindell swallowed the pill in one gulp. He just wanted to please Philip and maybe learn a few tricks from him. Although he did not know Philip’s level, his pill-making mastery had to be higher than his. Most of the pills Mr. Lindell made were given to the royal family. A small portion was sold to Bijou Parlor, and another portion was sold to wealthy casual practitioners. He knew that Bijou Parlor not only bought his pills but also kept a lookout for other treasures in various places. Sometimes, they would find some ancient pills that attracted Mr. Lindell’s attention. It was true that Bijou Parlor often brought surprises to people, but it could not hold a candle to Treasure House. “This pill!” Mr. Lindell savored
As a pill fanatic, Mr. Lindell had always dreamed of achieving great heights in this field. Others felt that he was already at the peak, but he knew that it was far from enough. Everything was just the beginning. Philip’s pill was nothing less than an elixir. Just one whiff and Mr. Lindell was totally captivated. Mr. Lindell wished he could grab hold of Philip and acknowledge him. On second thought, however, his family had nothing to do with Philip. How could he acknowledge Philip as one of his own? After much deliberation, he knelt to Philip. Philip was confused by his actions. What was this guy doing? The man in black was shocked and wanted to help Mr. Lindell up but stopped at the look in Mr. Lindell's eyes. Mr. Lindell was kneeling in front of Philip so humbly. Outsiders would definitely be shocked at this scene. No one could imagine Mr. Lindell on his knees. As a high-ranking alchemist, even the ruler of this continent had to give him some slack. An alc
It was easy for an ordinary practitioner to give up their practice, but Mr. Lindell was the top alchemist on this continent. If he gave up his knowledge, there was no guarantee he could make a comeback. Mr. Lindell was worried when he saw Philip’s hesitance. He did not want to give up this opportunity. “Please teach me the knowledge of making pills. I’m willing to pay any price!” Mr. Lindell burst into tears. He was obsessed with this field. Philip sighed. “If you want to learn my method of making pills, you have to forget everything you've learned! It’s no different from asking you to give up all your past achievements! Do you think you can accept that?” Philip asked sternly. No normal person could accept this, let alone Mr. Lindell, who was already in a high position. He would be doomed if he turned into an ordinary practitioner. The man in black was nervous. He knew his master's character and was afraid that Mr. Lindell would agree. Mr. Lindell thought about it a