Hehri shook her head.

No dwarf knows the origin of the potion.

The member who sent the potion to the society of pharmacists only said that the potion was given by his students to help others in a small market.

The dwarf said that she came from the Momo nationality, but after the member went to the Momo nationality to inquire, he found that in the Momo nationality, except for a pharmacist with a very common level of medicine, no one could find a master or an apprentice. When he saw the alchemist, he immediately fell silent.

At the moment of passing by, there was no communication between the two sides.

In front of the door of the alchemists' guild, a group of young alchemists are squatting at the door of the guild, holding their gills and staring at the door of the pharmacists' Guild.

"Give me a howitzer and I'll raze it in a second." A brown haired dwarf curled his mouth.

It's the same guild. Why are the doors of other pharmacists' Guild inlaid with gold edge, and their alchemists' Guild has two broken wooden doors.

Eccentricity!

This is a serious eccentricity.

"If you flatten it, maybe the king will build a crystal guild for them." The sour opening of another dwarf.

The dwarves of the pharmacist guild not only have the best working environment, but also have two days off every week. All the consumption and entertainment during the rest day are paid by the king of the dwarves.

It can be said that to be a pharmacist, you have the privilege to squander the dwarven Treasury.

On the contrary, the alchemists, the king of the dwarves only gave them a little leftovers, even their daily research funds have to earn by themselves. In order to build a more powerful soul mechanism, they have to take some of their daily mechanical puppets to the market for sale.

"Why, why, why is the pharmacist treated so well? It's not fair!" The alchemists could only tear at the magnificent door of the pharmacists' Guild.