"Are you okay?"

Allen brought a bowl of white and fragrant soup while drinking it in small sips, while standing beside Webster and watching him make medicine.

In fact, according to his understanding, in such a laboratory, even if you don’t need to wrap yourself in a tight way, you won’t be so presumptuous.

But unexpectedly, he just took a look and Webster let him in directly.

Since the other party said this, Alan naturally would not refuse. In terms of professionalism, he heard the good things about professionals at that time.

"Don't let it go."

Webster smiled, sealed the test tube filled with potions, and then began to organize the laboratory bench.

"That's good, that's good."

Allen squirted and drank the last sip of soup.

Although there is not the situation they expected yet, it is not far away.

In this case, the Walker Dall family does not have a backbone, but it is a bit bad.

"By the way, why do I feel that you eat more than those of us who have been sleeping for several months?"

Webster picked up the medicine and walked out of the laboratory, turning his head and asked Alan who was walking beside him curiously.

"You're hungry for a long time."

Allen rolled his eyes and said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Webster raised his eyebrows and heard some meaning from these words, but he did not continue to ask.

Soon, a few people walked out of the potion making workshop and returned to where everyone was.

And at this time, these people just finished eating.

"Sorry, you didn't eat well."

Seeing this, Allen couldn't help feeling embarrassed and said to Webster.

"We can only eat well after we have done this, right?"

Webster did not accept Allen's apology, but smiled indifferently and said.

When Allen heard the other party say this, he also understood what the other party meant and smiled, and everything was indifferent.

"Okay, let's see how the effect is. Although I'm still a little confident about myself, I still have to use potions to know."

Webster took the lead and walked to the extremely careful Simmons and Daphne who were cared for by Jacob and Helena, half-squatted down and began to inject potions into them.

The potion he made can be drunk or injected.

However, compared to drinking with extremely slow effect, it is better to inject it at this moment when it needs to be raced against time.

The cold metal needle pierced the skin of the two people, and the azure blue liquid was injected into the vein little by little under the push of the piston.

Then, some extremely wonderful changes appeared on the two of them.

It seemed as if invisible spiritual light began to appear, accumulate and bloom. Some misty luster and fluorescent spots appeared on Simmons and Daphne, with a dreamy color.

"What's going on?"

Sensing the changes in the two of them, Allen asked Webster beside him curiously.

It's not a bad thing, otherwise he wouldn't have been so relaxed and casual.

Mainly, in his perception, the origin of life of Simmons and Daphne is growing at an extremely terrifying rate, and is gradually thick and solid, without any slightest frivolity.

Although, even after this increase, Simmons and Daphne are far from everyone here.

But it is already a situation beyond common sense.

According to the current situation, within two minutes, Simmons and Daphne may not have the magic energy particles in the transfer ceremony to force the Black Iron Level threshold directly based on their origin of life and truly become a [Knight Strongman].

"There are a lot of medicinal power in their bodies, so I helped them absorb it."

Webster replied while carefully covering the two of them with his mental power and monitoring their situation in real time.

"Medicine power?"

Allen was a little surprised, "You mean, the medicine liquid in the warehouse?"

"Well, that's right." Webster seemed to be sure that everything was as he expected, without major deviations. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and took out more energy to talk to Allen.

"Do those medicines actually have such a big effect?"

"They were taken captive for a maximum of hours?"

Alan's face looked a little surprised, and he seemed to be a little unbelievable about this fact.

It’s not that the medicinal solution soaked the two of them has such effects. After all, even if Morse’s purpose is to “kill pigs”, it does not prevent the other party from choosing to raise the “pigs” a little fatter and doing it.

What surprised him was that the medicine was so powerful.

It actually allowed Simmons and Daphne to break through the barrier of the Black Iron Level so quickly, and the foundation was quite solid and there were no future problems.

Even if the Black Iron Level is just the first level of extraordinary, it is even much worse than the real [Extraordinary] Silver, but this is surprising enough.

And from another perspective, through the magic energy storm body tempering of the transfer ceremony, the magic energy particles inject the body through the black iron level is not as difficult as forcibly breaking through the origin of life.

It cannot be said that the former has taken a shortcut, because this is the most cost-effective one. However, the latter has greater potential and can go smoother at the Black Iron Level.

But when it comes to silver, it is just the same threshold.

Therefore, this method, which has a large investment and a little higher income, is not very cost-effective, has actually been thrown into history for a long time.

No matter how big the family is, basically no one is willing to do this. Everyone knows the truth that there are no worries but unevenness.

"You think this is a good thing?"

Webster stood up from the ground, stretched his bones, yawned with some fatigue, and asked back to Allen.

"What's the meaning?"

Allen took a few steps and took a bowl of hot soup made of cold lake silverfish from a dining cart not far away, which could soothe fatigue and restore mental strength, and handed it to Webster.

"It's just right now, but what do you think if you go later?"

Webster took the hot soup handed over by Allen, drank it in a small sip, and his eyebrows, slightly frowning due to fatigue, stretched out, revealing his extremely enjoyable appearance.

To be honest, this kind of ingredient is extremely precious even to the Walker Dall family.

However, Allen felt that what Webster did was worth it.

Even if Simmons woke up and Matidal was present, this would be the case, and even more respectful.

While enjoying the food, Webster saw that the pharmaceutical ingredients were ready and started working hard before he finished the meal.

Therefore, it is not too much to reserve some food for the other party and add some precious delicious dishes that have some potions.

And aside, when he heard Webster's words, Allen seemed to understand something, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"He is ripening!"

With his teeth clenched, Alan spit out a few cold words.

"Well, that's what it means."

Webster sipped the soup while taking the time to reply to Allen.

"No matter how gentle those potions were, they were far from being able to bear the weight of the two of them when they were combined with the dose that could almost be called terrifying."

"In the end, the two of them can only become two people who contain a large number of life sources, but the extraordinary circuit has been cut off, just [material]."

Finally, Webster paused for a rare moment, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a very subtle sarcastic smile.

"What about now, is there such danger?"

Suppressing the sudden emotions in his heart, waiting for the next time to face the main person, Allen asked Webster.

"Don't worry, you came in time, so it's still far from that."

"They are infected with potions, just in a benign and beneficial zone."

"So, I simply added a part of the potion that awakened them, catalyzed it, and helped them advance to the Knights."

"Although it may be a waste of part, it is better than silting into the body that cannot be used."

"After all, now, they need strength."

Putting down the soup bowl with ornate patterns, Webster whispered in a low voice.

"You know?"

Alan nodded subconsciously because of fear. After a while, he looked at Webster as if he suddenly came back to his senses and whispered in surprise.

I don’t have anything to say before, but the last sentence has some profound meaning.

Although Allen revealed a lot of things before, Webster knew at most that they needed the Walker Dall family to withstand such pressure.

To withstand pressure, we mainly rely on our identity rather than our strength.

After all, the strength of a black iron level is nothing in the collision of such large forces.

During the escape of Allen and the others, the Black Iron Levels were killed in a very small number!

So, since Webster can say this, it must be a sign that he knows something.

"Don't forget, I am one of the few potion masters in the city of Hope, and I am the youngest among them."

It seemed that he admired Alan's extremely surprised appearance. Webster also lowered his voice, came over like an underground molecular joint, and whispered with a little smile.

"And I was naturally extraordinary when I got to this point."

"The powerful soul power and keen perception allow me to control the changes in materials and the transformation of medicine properties in every moment during the refining of the potion, thus achieving an extremely high success rate and absorbing experiences that others may not be able to grasp if they repeat it several times or even dozens of times."

"So, my distinction between soul and spiritual breath is no worse than that of those professionals who specialize in perception."
Chapter completed!