On a wonderful day, Osri sat in his office, caressing his wallet.

After a period of cultivation, his wallet that was empty due to accident finally swelled up, just like a full person.

It's so comfortable!

After stroking his wallet a few more times, Osri reluctantly took it, and then opened the account book with pleasure again.

Seeing the gold coins being recorded, a bright smile like a chrysanthemum appeared on his greasy face.

He has no children in his life, and these gold coins are just like his children. He is willing to pay the price of his life to protect these cute children!

"President! Not good!"

A rash young pharmacist suddenly pushed open the door and ran in, which made Osri frown in dissatisfaction.

"What happened? Didn't I tell you, keep calm no matter what happens?"

"That little devil is back!"

Osri's face froze and his body suddenly began to tremble.

"You, what did you say?"

"That little devil..."

The young pharmacist repeated it again, and after a brief silence, Osri resolutely opened the drawer at the bottom of his desk.

A set of clothes and a pair of large sunglasses lay quietly in the drawer, Osri's eyes were very determined.

"If she comes, just say I'm not here."

The young pharmacist looked at Osri in shock and changed into a brand new outfit in front of him, then put a somewhat funny wig on his head, and finally put on sunglasses resolutely.

Well... Although there is still a little familiar, it can be ignored.

"Are you going to run away?"

The young pharmacist's words made Osri's face dark suddenly. He poked the young pharmacist's forehead with a heart-wrenching regret and answered word by word.

"I'm called a strategic retreat! Didn't your teacher teach you?"

The young pharmacist recalled that his teacher seemed to have not taught him a course of improper arguments, so he honestly shook his head.

Osri sighed in great frustration, then patted his shoulder, and opened the window behind him without looking back.

"Yo! Grandpa Osri! Bathing in the sun!"

A smiling face raised his head, while he lowered his head, and the two of them looked just right together.

Osri felt his heart stop beating for two seconds. He closed the window as fast as possible, then turned around and stared at the young pharmacist.

"You just said she's downstairs?"

"No, I mean she is coming soon, to be precise, not yet."

Osri stared at her eyes, slowly took off her sunglasses, and looked at the young pharmacist who was helpless and sighed weakly.

This time it was over. I knew I could run away after waiting for a while, but now I just hit the gun.

"President?"

The young pharmacist asked carefully, Osri waved his hand, looked at the bulging wallet on the table in a daze, and held the corner of his clothes with all his might.

Tsk!

"Grandpa Osri! What are you doing?"

Loniti pushed open the door, nodded at the young pharmacist, and smiled at Osri.

The devil's smile!

Osri pushed his wallet to Loniti as if he had accepted his fate, then slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corners of his eyes.

Memorize the lost gold coins!

"What are you doing!"

Loniti looked at Osri in disbelief, as if his behavior had insulted his personality, but the hand holding the wallet was not trembling at all.

Behind them, Virlit and Salis, who had just walked in, looked at Loniti's movements with his wallet and Osri's pitiful look, and suddenly had an urge called the guard.

Isn’t this just a lively robbery scene?

"What's wrong? This is..."

Salis walked forward, looking at the hopeless Osri and the sadness on his face, Loniti asked.

As soon as he saw the robe on Salis, Osri seemed to see a savior. His eyes suddenly widened and he pointed at Loniti and his wallet so excitedly that he couldn't speak.

However, the next sentence of Loniti just ignited his heart, and the flame of hope was extinguished.

"Senior brother, this is the pocket money Grandpa Osri gave me."

Ha! Pocket money! Every time a child asks for a pocket money from an old man, an old man's wallet will be empty.

Without pocket money, there is no harm!

Although he felt that things were not what Loniti said, when he saw Osrisheng's indulgence, Salis nodded in a delusion, and then stood aside and remained silent.

Who makes the pharmacists wholesale to the Magisters Association expensive! Since you cheat others, don’t blame others for cheating you!

"Ahem... Grandpa Osri, I actually have something to ask you this time."

Seeing Osri's expression and taking all the money, Loniti, who left only an empty wallet, finally felt unbearable, so she took out a copper coin and stuffed it into her wallet.

"Yeah? What? What's the matter?"

Osri was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, but his eyes were still on the empty wallet.

"Is there any news from my teacher?"

Loniti's teacher, besides Griffin, is Lelt, and Salis's brother.

This master of pharmacy or poisoning has made a lot of marks in Loniti's life, and this mark can also poison all ordinary people.

Only Loniti survived with her eternal dragon physique.

"Your teacher? That devil?"

Although it is impolite to call someone a nickname behind someone's back, Loniti has to admit that it is not an exaggeration to call Leirte with this nickname.

After all, he is a person who makes medicine comparable to the undead who produces natural disaster potions.

But Loniti was happy, but Salis was not happy. After all, it was his biological brother, so why would it be that someone scolded him as a demon?

Fortunately, Virlit walked up in time and grabbed Salis's hand, which prevented the Pharmacist Association from being demolished by a Frost Mage.

"He has a letter, I remember...this!"

Osri rummaged through the drawer for a long time, and finally took out a somewhat old envelope.

Loniti took the envelope, opened it, took out the letter and started reading it. It took a long time to put it down, but his face was already very ugly.

This is a fucking letter!

"What's wrong?"

Salis noticed the problem of Loniti's expression, so he picked up the letter and read it. After reading it, his expression was not as good as Loniti.

That's his biological brother!

"A last question, Grandpa Osri."

Loniti patted her face and smiled, which made Osri feel that she would not only lose gold coins, but also potions.

"Which, elves, dwarfs, Delaney, Taurus or Undead, do you think is better for communication?"

Lorniti's question stunned Osri, and at the same time he felt relieved.

"By the way, I have to ask you to prepare some potions."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!