My host is the thief six

Chapter 322 Where My Heart Goes, You Are God (38)

After Cynthia's body was cremated, Ting Bai often sat in a daze.

To what extent was he in a daze, even for simple potions he could misplace the raw materials, and then make 'dark cuisine', wasting a lot of raw materials.

Every time, I would come out dirty all over, and come to beg for comfort when I was wronged, but there was nothing I could do about him for the rest of my life.

Can only coax.

Most of the MP potions that Tingbai could make wholesale were left to the group of sand sculptures in the Dark Temple, but she only brought half a bottle to the Bright Temple.

The Great Elder looked at the small glass bottle in Yu Sheng's hand, which contained crystal clear liquid, shaking with his movements.

"Miss Lester, is this...?" The First Elder had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure.

"Pharmaceuticals." Yu Sheng was a little strange, didn't he say that there was an alchemist in the Temple of Light?Why does this person look like he has never seen the world.

"Is this really a potion?" The Great Elder's breathing was a little heavy, and he looked at the small half bottle of potion with wide round eyes. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he was still shocked.

Although the potions made by ordinary alchemists are not much, they are far from as clear as the bottle in Yu Sheng's hand.

The same is true for the alchemists of their Temple of Light. The potions they practiced contained more or less impurities, and they could smell a pungent smell just by opening them, but they couldn't hold back the effect.

The bottle made by Ting Bai tastes sour and sweet, like some kind of fruit juice, the Great Elder of the Temple of Light once sang a drop.

He didn't dare to gulp down something so cherished.

Compared with the potions owned by the Temple of Light, the potion that Yu Sheng brought is better-looking, even tastes good, and the effect is super good!

That drop alone made the Great Elder feel like he was ten years younger in an instant!
"Well, this is for your Guangming Temple." Yu Sheng nodded, and pushed the potion on the table in the direction of the elder, "Maybe there will be more in the future."

In comparison, she still prefers the atmosphere of getting along in the Dark Temple, so... Even if there are, most of them are reserved for the Dark Temple, who knows that it is the master of the house.

"Such a precious potion...do you really want to contribute it to the Temple of Light?"

The Great Elder held up the small glass bottle like a treasure, and carefully looked at the contents inside.

"It's not a contribution." Yu Sheng corrected.

"what is that?"

"I am the future Holy Master, and the things that are placed in your Temple of Light are naturally my things. I just put them here in advance."

Great Elder: "..."

What the horse said... actually makes sense.

Everything in the Temple of Light belongs to the Holy Lord. This is a residence built solely for the Holy Lord so that the Holy Lord can have friendly communication with the God of Light in time.

After this encounter, the Great Elder, whose original position was still a little shaken and didn't know whether to let Calvin succeed or choose Fu Luo, a girl specially selected by the God of Light, to succeed, instantly firmed his position.

An alchemist who can make the perfect potion, and the Larry family with only financial power.

Which of these is more important, he naturally knows how to choose.

I would rather offend a family than an alchemist!
This matter was considered a certainty, and the Great Elder took the small bottle of potion and walked towards the alchemist's room, trying to let them use their talents and skills to make exactly the same thing.

(End of this chapter)