In the noisy tavern, the noisy drinkers occupied the table in the center of the hall, holding their glasses high in their hands and drinking them all.

In the corner, there were a few people sitting quietly. Judging from their clothes, they should be wizards.

The taverns in Ferrondor have always been prepared for the mortals living here. After all, wizards need to be at a high level of soberness at all times. Alcohol has a slight damage to mental power. Most wizards can keep drinking without getting drunk.

A pale middle-aged man suddenly walked in from outside. Everyone ignored him.

He looked around and finally sat on a table in the corner with a suspicious look on his face.

"Good disguise." On the chair opposite, there was a man in plain clothes. He was wearing a thick mask with only two eyes exposed.

"Of course you are more skillful than you." The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "I thought you died inside."

"According to our agreement, once you leave the Puppet City alive, you have to sell me what you have obtained. But you actually made me wait for a week..." The middle-aged man said angrily: "I hate guys who don't follow the rules."

"Sorry, Master Regis." Lance shrugged: "I think you should know my difficulties."

Regis, disguised as a middle-aged man, looked around and said sarcastically: "You really know how to choose a place. What should I call you? Mr. Lance? Or..."

"Hotted man?"

In the last three words, he lowered his voice.

Lance said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

"Hmph..." Regis looked at Lance and suddenly said curiously: "How do you know that I won't sell your news to others?"

"Because you are not short of money, and this is not good for you." Lance smiled: "Especially what you want is still in my hands, such as the son of Aladdin..."

When he heard this, Regis's eyes immediately widened and his fists couldn't help but clenched: "You really took it? Are you lying to me in the witchcraft roulette?"

Lance nodded and said, "I'm not that brave enough. According to the agreement, you should prepare all the materials and magic stones I sent you before."

Regis snorted: "Of course. I'm ready for everything you want. Although you are a little greedy, if you are really the son of Aladdin, these things are worth it."

"Where are we trading?" Regis asked excitedly.

Lance stood up: "Of course not here."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly to the back of the tavern. Regis frowned, but as a second-level wizard, he was not afraid of Lance playing tricks, so he immediately followed.

At the back door of the tavern is a narrow alley, winding alley, turning to the distance. This place is empty and there is no one.

"It's rare that you can find such a place." Regis said dissatisfiedly: "Where is the son of Aladdin?"

Lance took out a potion bag from the Arcane Ring and handed it over generously.

He was not afraid of Regis's fraud, he did not believe in the character of the pharmacy master, but was prepared for it.

"If he dares to break the contract..." A sharp look flashed in Lance's eyes. He had prepared for choosing this location. Although Regis is a second-level wizard, if Lance asks all his own methods, it may not be impossible to surprise Regis.

Regis took the potion bag suspiciously and gently pulled a corner. He only glanced at it, then quickly closed his pocket and said decisively: "No problem."

"This is what you want."

Regis put away the potion bag and began to take out what Lance asked for from his storage items.

What satisfied Lance was that the old man did not mean to breach the contract. Regis basically brought everything he said. These things were not only cumbersome, but also expensive. If Lance bought them one by one, he would probably not know how much energy he would spend to get them. Regis was different. As a master of pharmacy, he had a very wide connection and it was relatively easier to buy these materials.

Regis traded not many magic stones to Lance, only two hundred pieces, but the value of other materials is very high. After a little count, Lance knew that most of the things were in place.

There are a total of nineteen pockets, all of which are tightly sealed. They contain all kinds of materials.

“The things you want may not be of high value, but they are rare,” explains Regis. “I spent a lot of effort and still haven’t collected them completely.”

"I'm still missing two parts of the venom of the fire-patterned toad and the fangs of a pair of matte cave monsters." Lance remembered the items on the list he gave, and these things were all proposed after he thought about them.

The trip to the Puppet City made him richer, and the magic stones on him added up to more than one thousand. This was already a very terrifying number for a junior apprentice. Even many second-level wizards who had just been promoted were not as wealthy as Lance.

Under such circumstances, his demand for magic stones was not very urgent, so he chose to use materials instead of magic stones.

The son of Aladdin is a priceless treasure. Lance asked himself that if he took it out for auction, he might be able to auction three or five thousand magic stones. But he finally decided to abide by the agreement and trade with Regis. First, the price given by Regis may not be very bad, second, it can avoid many risks, and third, he does not want to offend the pharmacy master.

"I have already gotten the venom of the fire-patterned toad. I can get it in a while. As for the matte cave monster... this thing has almost disappeared in the wilderness of Ferrondor. I have asked the people of the Bauhinia Caravan before. If they want it, they must transfer goods from the Blue Mountains and go back and forth, at least a year." Regis looked at Lance and suddenly smiled: "I really didn't expect that a junior apprentice would have such skills."

"Your performance in the Puppet City is really surprising."

"The master is over-reputable." Lance put away the things and smiled softly: "There is still the last thing."

Regis took out a bottle of orange potion from his arms with some pain and slowly handed it over: "I knew you wouldn't forget it."

Lance took the bottle of orange potion, with a small label on it - [Magic Boiling Potion].

"I have only five bottles on hand. The materials for this thing are getting scarce." Regis muttered: "Fortunate boy, when I was a junior apprentice, I could only rely on magic tidal potions to slightly increase the meditation rate. As for boiling potions, they can't afford it."

Lance satisfies the bottle of potion. This bottle of potion is the key to his promotion to higher apprenticeship and the most important part of this transaction. Although the remaining materials are precious, they are actually unusable under his current magic level. The magical items he wants to refine must at least be at the level of higher apprenticeship.

"Happy cooperation." Lance smiled at Regis: "If you don't mind, I hope our partnership will continue."

Regis's eyes rolled and he couldn't help but smile, "Are you afraid that I will reveal your identity?"

Lance said unanimously: "From another perspective, although you are a master of potion and a second-level wizard, in some aspects, maybe you need me too?"

"You?" Regis said curiously: "The trip to Puppet City is over. What else can you do for me?"

"A lot." Lance said calmly: "As far as I know, although your magic level is strong, you are not very proficient in combat. As a master of potion, you can't help but have some enemies..."

"You mean, can you help me get rid of those enemies?" Regis stared.

"No, I can't," Lance said.

"What do you mean then?" Regis said a little displeased.

Lance smiled, and he slowly retreated, stepped on the ground, and he climbed over the wall at the end of the alley with great ease. His voice came in a low voice:

"I can't, but..."

"Hotted man, can!"
Chapter completed!