Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

The supervisor took the order and his eyes widened when he saw some high-grade medicinal herbs.

"Mr. Han, these medicinal herbs aren't cheap!"

"Go ahead and collect them. If you're unsure, ask Eileen first and then hand it over to her."

Upon hearing this, the supervisor was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. With Supervisor Eileen's badge on him, the person in front of him must be a special client he was developing on his own.

But the fifth and sixth-tier medicinal herbs on the list, if added together, would probably cost close to ten million gold coins!

Does this person really have that kind of financial resources?

“Mr. Han, we cannot guarantee that we can collect any of the medicinal herbs you requested that are of grade five or higher.”

The supervisor said this tactfully.

"It's okay, just do your best."

Han Feng smiled slightly, indicating his understanding.

"Okay, Mr. Han, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

The supervisor gave Han Feng a slight bow, showing that he valued him.

In any case, the person in front of me is someone I cannot afford to offend.

Han Feng nodded, took out a box from his storage ring, and handed it to the supervisor.

"Oh, right, I have something else to auction off."

"This is......"

The supervisor took the box, opened it, and immediately held his breath.

A round, pale red pill was placed in the center of the treasure box, and wisps of its fragrance wafted out as if they were real.

As is well known, once a pill reaches the fourth grade, it will emit a rich fragrance.

The supervisor stared intently at the pills in the treasure box, his voice trembling.

"A fourth-grade elixir!"

Han Feng smiled faintly and said, "A fourth-grade Crimson Bright Heart Nourishing Pill, consider it a small gift from me."

The middle-aged manager swallowed hard and looked at Han Feng.

"You are... an alchemist?"

Han Feng nodded slightly.

"Mr. Han, please rest assured, I will do everything I can to collect these medicinal herbs. When do you expect to need them?"

The supervisor spoke with righteous indignation, his eyes filled with determination.

"It's best to collect them all within three months, and at the latest, no more than six months."

"okay!"

The supervisor eagerly opened the door and led the way for Han Feng.

"Mr. Han, just wait for good news. I'll let you know about the property this afternoon."

"Then it'll be hard work."

Han Feng walked out of the auction house, opened the map to check the direction, and headed towards the east of the city.

The middle-aged manager watched Han Feng's departing figure and excitedly wiped away his sweat.

"He can casually produce a fourth-grade pill and ask me to collect fifth- and sixth-grade herbs. He must be at least a fifth-grade alchemist!"

The supervisor was secretly thrilled; he now understood what a powerful patron Eileen had secured.

In the current Gama Empire, the highest-ranking alchemist is only fifth-grade, and that alchemist is Fa Ma, the president of the Alchemist Guild.

If that person was also a fifth-grade alchemist, then winning him over would elevate the Mittel family's influence to a new level.

Now, the middle-aged manager has only one goal in mind: to fawn over this alchemist.

If successful, even if it's just a small reward from the other party, it will be enough for me to accumulate enough contribution points to return to the capital and leave this godforsaken place, Mo City.

Immediately, the supervisor personally went to find high-quality housing in the city, strictly adhering to Han Feng's requirements of spaciousness, brightness, and quiet location.

Meanwhile, Han Feng was preparing to buy a professional map of the Tagor Desert.

According to locals, a mysterious map shop a few miles east of the city has the highest quality maps.

If you don't mind the distance, you should still travel a few more miles to buy it there.

Han Feng left the East Gate and, following the gatekeeper's directions, found the map shop built in the desert.

"This is truly a unique shop."

Instead of taking advantage of the natural protection of the desert city, they deliberately built a small hut alone in the desert.

Here, one not only has to endure year-round sandstorms and scorching sun, but also risks being robbed by passing bandits or mercenaries.

Unless, the owner of this shop is a powerful cultivator.

With these thoughts in mind, Han Feng stepped into the store.

The store's interior decoration is quite old, giving it a sloppy feel.

On a nearby shelf, a map was carelessly wrapped up and tossed into a storage bin.

Han Feng glanced at the center of the shop, where an elderly man with white hair was intently drawing a map. Han Feng looked at him from afar and vaguely sensed that this old man was no ordinary person.

"Boss, I need a detailed map of the Tagor Desert."

"The third row on the left shelf, find it yourself."

The old man didn't even look up; he simply gave Han Feng a general location and told him to find it himself.

No one ever does business like that unless the other party doesn't care about the business itself at all.

Han Feng walked to the left and carefully searched the third row, finding a map of the Tagor Desert.

Upon unfolding it, the drawing was meticulously crafted and the annotations were complete; it was indeed extraordinary.

Han Feng nodded slightly, put the map away, and walked to the front desk to pay the bill.

"How much."

"One hundred gold coins."

The old man didn't even look up, continuing to work on the scroll in his hands.

Han Feng took out a bag containing one hundred gold coins, weighed it in his hand, and placed it on the old man's table.

Would you like some food?

The old man merely glanced at the bag before saying, "That's fine."

Han Feng gave the other person a meaningful look, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Based on initial observations, the other party should be a powerful ice-attribute cultivator.

However, his body seemed too old, and his fighting spirit gave people a strange feeling.

If I'm not mistaken, this old man is probably experiencing some health problems.

Without a thorough diagnosis, Han Feng dared not make a definitive statement.

Seeing that the other party seemed unapproachable, Han Feng did not intend to cause any further trouble.

Having obtained the detailed map, Han Feng returned to the inn and began formulating his plan.

The Tagor Desert is so vast that even the most detailed map cannot fully encompass it. Han Feng plans to start from the east tomorrow and investigate the places with abnormal fire-attribute energy one by one.

Everything has a basis. Now that we have confirmed the presence of strange fire here, even the most tedious work is worth doing.

Chapter 20 Servant

In the afternoon, the Mittel family's guards came to their door.

"Mr. Han, Supervisor Gaton asked me to come and inform you that a house has been found."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Han Feng closed the book, packed his things, and called Lin Xian'er to leave the inn together.

"Good work."

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

The guard bowed deeply and then began to lead the way.

Mo City is very large. Although most areas are not very developed or even barren, there are still some beautiful and elegant places.

With the Mittel family's resources, finding a pleasant and upscale residence would not be difficult.

Han Feng rode in a carriage and soon arrived at an elegant and simple courtyard.

It must be said that the people trained by the Mittel family have exceptional insight; this residence perfectly suits Han Feng's taste.

Upon entering the gate, a courtyard planted with various green plants comes into view.

At first glance, they seem ordinary, but those in the know can tell that these green plants are rare.

"Have a heart."

Han Feng said with a smile.

The guard immediately replied, "I'm glad you're satisfied, sir."

"Manager Gaton has already contacted various parties to find what you need, so he was unable to come in person. If you need anything else, please let me know."

Han Feng nodded and walked into the main house.

The interior is completely different from the simplicity of the exterior; all the furniture exudes luxury, making it a true aristocratic residence.

It is truly frugal on the outside, yet rich and beautiful on the inside.

Lin Xian'er once again wore an expression of having learned something new, and after entering the main house, she became extremely cautious.

"Master, will we be staying here from now on?"

"Hmm, let's find a room we like."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he also started wandering around the house.

The house was very large. In addition to the usual bedrooms, kitchen, and hall, there was also a secluded meditation room that could be used for cultivation and alchemy.

After touring the house and making sure there were no traps, Han Feng began to arrange some battle qi patterns around it.

The array formed by combining battle qi patterns has the functions of protection, isolation, and warning.

Only after doing all this did Han Feng feel relieved.

Lin Xian'er had already chosen her bedroom and even dragged Han Feng to the largest bedroom.

"Master, this room is the best; I'll save it for you."

Han Feng patted Lin Xian'er's head. "Thank you, Xian'er."

Lin Xian'er smiled shyly, "Master, I'll go back to my room to pack my things first."

She shook her arm, on which was a white jade bracelet given to her by Han Feng, containing some of her daily necessities.

"Go."

Han Feng felt a sense of relief as he watched the little girl's happy figure disappear into the distance.

After spending time with her, the girl has finally emerged from the shadow of her trauma.

Upon entering the room, Han Feng made some simple arrangements.

He can't actually stay here for long; he has to spend most of his time going out to find the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame.

In this way, only Xian'er was left to live alone.

Although Lin Xian'er has become very independent and sensible because of her previous setbacks, she is still just a five-year-old child.

Daily tasks such as cleaning and cooking still require someone to handle them.

Han Feng thought to himself that he would go out later and see if he could find a suitable person.

Stepping out of the room and into the courtyard, Han Feng called Lin Xian'er over.