End of the Magic Era

But forget it, they're all here...

Just do what Chairman Monkey told you, and tell the gold-plated roses these alchemists, by the way, what the real drug alchemy is!

Hawking shook his head helplessly, hoping he wouldn't waste too much time.

“I'm here today because I've heard that gold-plated roses have achieved very good results on alchemy. The hopeful medicine that was introduced a while ago, known as the most amazing alchemy in Chifan City in the last decade, huh...”

Hawking stopped when he said it, but the sound of "heh” was filled with disdain and ridicule.

“Hawking Alchemist, how can you come to the gold-plated rose today?” Farrow knew that he had to come forward at this time.

Honestly, if I had seen someone like Hawking in the past, Farrow would have left without saying a word. I'm kidding. As one of my 9th grade magicians plus an alchemist, I would have gone against an archmage to increase the alchemist. Isn't it uncomfortable to find myself...

In fact, Farrow did it all the time at the Black Point auction house.

If you want to look at the rudder, no one can be better at the whole Black Horn auction house than Farrow.

After so many years of working at the Black Cape auction house, Faroe's mistake was once, but that's when Faroe kicked on the iron board, because that time Faroe met Lin Yun...

But Farrow didn't leave today...

“Who are you? ”

“My name is Farrow, and I'm a gold-plated rose alchemist who used to listen to several classes when I was at Auckland College. ”

“Oh, Farrow, I'm sorry, I'm older, I have a bad memory.” Hawking laughed, just smiling, more or less with a little shame.

Hawking is only in his 40s this year. He's “old" and has a long way to go. The reason why he said this is just because Hawking doesn't want to say more to an alchemist. He's a big alchemist. He met an alchemist in his hometown. It's not embarrassing enough to say it...

It's a little hard to remember, actually, I mean, I'm sorry, I don't know you, don't pretend to know me well!

Unfortunately, Farrow is far less intelligent than Hawking imagined...

After being ridiculed by Hawking's face for his poor memory, Farrow, as if he hadn't heard the meaning of the phrase, was still unusually enthusiastic.

“I didn't expect to meet the Hawking Alchemist in Chihuan City. By the way, did you just say you were here to exchange technology with gold-plated roses? That's great, Hawking Alchemist. After your class at Auckland College that year, I've been thinking about your vast knowledge. How about pointing me out if you're free? ”

“Well, Farrow, I'm busy right now.” Hawking's face is a little ugly. Shit, you didn't hear me say I had a bad memory. Can't you hear what I'm saying? I don't know you, okay?

“No, Hawking Alchemist, didn't you come here to exchange technology with gold-plated roses? ”

“Yeah, what's up? ”

“Well, I just introduced myself, I'm a gold-plated rose alchemist...”

“I...” Hawking almost didn't catch his breath. For a moment, I really wanted to rip Farrow's ear and ask, * * Do you really understand what technology exchange is, I'm here to smash the sign to hit his face, you don't think that I came all the way from the black tower to collect a lot of precious magic material from Chairman Monkey, just to point you at the gold-plated rose?

Calm down, calm...

Hawking took a deep breath and kept telling himself to calm down.

I am a hall alchemist. I fainted in front of an alchemist and a bunch of spectators. What I lost was the face of the black tower.

Forget it, it's just a point.

A 20-year-old alchemist, how deep he can get into alchemy knowledge, and ten old men will do the same.

All right, just to point out, just take this opportunity to let you know, what kind of level is the gold-plated rose alchemist, just like that, and brag about how he has formulated the most amazing alchemist in Qianfancheng in the last 10 years, I...

“Well, Farrow, you have any questions to ask, I'm really busy. ”

“Thank you Hawking Alchemist.” Faroxing hastily pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket: “You see, Hawking Alchemist, this formula is missing only one key piece of data, I've been calculating it for months, but it hasn't turned out, can you help me solve it? ”

“Well, let me see...” Hawking began to look at the leftover formula.

One minute later, Hawking slightly frowned.

Ten minutes later, Hawking's face began to get heavy.

Thirty minutes later, Hawking pushed the crowd away, found a table, pulled out a fountain pen and started calculating.

An hour later, Huo began to sweat on his head.

Two hours later…

Okay, two hours later, Farrow's starting to get impatient!

“Well, Hawking Alchemist, did you calculate the results? ”

“Wait...” Hawking rubbed a sweat on his forehead, and the goose pen in his hand “brushed," and quickly calculated on the paper that a piece of paper was no longer enough. At this point in front of him was dozens of pieces of paper filled with all kinds of characters.

But the more calculations, the more powerless Hawking feels, this damn Farrow, doesn't know where to get such a crippling formula, it's like a maze, no matter how hard you try to calculate, it's like circling around in the maze, don't say the final result, even a peripheral data, has not yet come out...

“Hawking Alchemist, it seems the sky is a little late. Would you like to stay for dinner? ”

“Bang," Hawking's goose pen broke...

“Who, go and get Hawking's alchemist a fountain pen, and get Hawking's alchemist a blanket, he might be spending the night here. ”

“Okay, Farrow Alchemist.” Without asking, Hauss knew he was screaming. Unusually Marilyn replaced Hawking with a goose pen, but when he brought the blanket, he found the big alchemist looking at himself with a great deal of anger, and he didn't know if he should pass it.

“Take it easy, Hawking Alchemist. It's early. Take your time. ”

Farrow's face was sincere, but his heart had already laughed at the flowers. Shit, what a big alchemist. He really thought he was capable of everything. He dared to come here to plate gold roses for technical exchanges, and he didn't look at the property in whose name this place is. Now you know, Merlin Dafu can bring out a formula for me to practice and I can tire you alive.

Hawking's goose pencil “brush brush” scratched paper, apart from a few words in the lobby that Farrow would occasionally be concerned about, there was no sound, and all the spectators were curious, wondering what kind of formula it was, which allowed big alchemists like Hawking to calculate all morning.

Only Faroe really knows why...

The formula was given to him the other day by the great Merlin master, who used it as a routine exercise, and Farrow remembered that the original words of the great Merlin master were, when will you complete the calculation of the formula, when will you consider how to proceed with the master master?