After I quit the team, they chased me

"I never expected that after the White Fruit Adventure Group changed its assistant, a top fighter would die in the first training..."

"Whose fault is this? Is it the support or the nurse's fault?"

"I heard that Yute was only half a second away from being saved."

"So it's the nanny's fault?"

"Yut's family is making a fuss. The leader of the White Fruit must be worried sick, haha."

"If Senior Simon was still working at the White Fruit, this wouldn't have happened."

"But if that's the case, it won't be our turn to come here and sign up for the team."

"That's it!"

Simon walked to the door and paused gently.

The person who died from the white fruit was someone he knew.

After all, they are an old team that has been playing for five years, and they basically know the personality and family situation of each main player.

"Yut is dead..."

Simon looked dazed for a moment, and a hint of sadness flashed across his face, but that was all.

After all, Yute is a person with no opinion in the team. He has been influenced by other teammates, who dislike his slow promotion.

But he knew that Yute was not a bad woman by nature, and there were other people with bad hearts.

It is not known when Yute's funeral will be held.

After the White Fruit people have finished their funeral, he will also go to Yute's grave to pay his respects.

Not for anything else, just to pay tribute to my former comrades.

At this moment, the person in the room glanced at the door and immediately stood up and shouted:

"Ah, it's Mr. Simon!"

"You are finally here, please come in, we are all waiting for you."

"We just chatted about some white fruit gossip, do you mind?"

Simon waved his hand to indicate that he didn't mind.

“What’s past is past.

"Now let's talk about the test. You are all full-time employees. Logically, everyone meets my standards, but there are too many people. It is impossible to admit everyone in a short period of time. I can only let you compete in basic skills. What do you think?"

"What Mr. Simon said makes sense. We should compete on basic skills. It would be difficult to judge who has better ideas."

Everyone agreed and supported Simon's choice.

Afterwards, the alchemists in the room moved to the alchemy workshop set up by Simon.

The two new interns, as well as some interns who stayed behind to watch, also came up to help and actively performed in front of Simon.

Two hours later.

All the alchemists present completed the refining.

Since the test was about basic skills, the potion chosen was a 500 HP recovery potion whose formula was basically public.

This 500-blood potion can only be made by a professional alchemist.

If an apprentice were to practice it, being able to refine 100 blood points would already be a sign of solid basic skills.

Simon looked at the red blood-restoring potions on the table. They were all similar in quality, all red, like the color of blood. He couldn't tell whether they were good or bad, so he could only test them on mice.

Chapter 55 Daily life

Roy stood nearby, bending over to sniff, staring at the bottles of alchemy potions in a daze with curious eyes.

The bright red color is as alluring as blood.

But she knew that these things were alchemy potions, not blood.

"Why, do you want to drink?" Simon asked in her ear.

Roy straightened up suddenly and shook his head.

"It's okay, you can drink if you want." Simon said.

The chain gold reagent itself is not big, about the size of a 10 ml test tube, and it only takes one sip to go down the stomach.

"This is not blood..." Roy hesitated. Why did Simon say that? Was there something fishy?

"I know, but I see you really want to try it."

"Well, I'm not a guinea pig."

Roy waved his hands quickly, but kept staring at the red reagent in his hand.

"Yeah, but you want to drink, right?"

Simon took a ten-milliliter bottle of bright red medicine and poured it on an injured white mouse.

One is fallen, and there is still one left.

The wounded little white mice grew flesh again, and blood numbers appeared on their heads.

Looking at the bright red liquid, the color is beautiful and the smell is very good, with a faint smell of blood.

Seeing the reagent becoming less and less until only one bottle was left, Roy couldn't hold back his expression.

"Woo! I want to drink, Simon, let me have a bottle!"

Roy grabbed Simon's clothes, looked at him eagerly, and finally stopped pretending that he didn't care at all.

When the alchemists saw this, they all smiled knowingly.

This blood-replenishing potion is not blood, but it smells like blood.

When vampires smell it, they will think it is blood of a different flavor.

For example, blood that smells like apple, blood that smells like pineapple, or even blood that smells like barbecue...

Normally, humans cannot tell whether the blood tastes like pineapple or apple.

Because to the human nose, that is the smell of blood.

But in front of the nose of the vampires, the blood is also different.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Simon shook his head and handed her the last bottle of blood-restoring potion.

"Make a wound yourself and test how much blood you can recover."

"Okay!" Roy happily took the reagent, as if he were taking his favorite delicacy, and couldn't help licking his lips.

She showed her sharp fangs, which were the fangs of a vampire, but she did not have the ability of the First Embrace.

I saw her biting her arm, biting through the skin and losing two points of blood.

Then he pushed open the reagent plug and poured the red liquid inside into his mouth.

Gulu.

10 ml was swallowed into the stomach without any pause.

!

Roy smacked his lips and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The taste of this potion is indeed the taste of blood that I have never tasted before.

She no longer has to eat the blood of chickens, ducks, cows and sheep. She can change her taste and drink blood-restoring potions instead!

"Simon, I want to drink this later, can I?" Roy held the empty bottle and looked at him eagerly again.

Simon looked at her and fell into silence.

"I'm afraid that won't work?"

"Ah, why?"

"You spend money on what you eat. It's not as cheap as the animal blood you bought. Besides, it's all poison. You can't drink it as a main course."

Simon flicked Roy on the head.

The latter cried out, covering his forehead with his hands, looking as if he was in pain.

Bai Tang was standing in the room, watching the interaction between Roy and Simon, with her two little hands pressing on the cross and her brows slightly frowned.

At this moment, Bai Tang wanted to sing a prayer of holy light to Roy to purify her mind.

Little Shark was more well-behaved. She didn't stay in the house today, but went outside to practice sword.

Outside in the yard.

Little Shark was blindfolded and wielding a wooden stick to practice moves with the trainee fighters.

In addition to alchemists, many adventurers from other professions also came today.

Due to limited reception capacity, these people can only visit Simon's residence outside the hospital.

It was in this situation that Little Shark invited some apprentice adventurers of the same age to compete with each other.

People of the same age as Little Shark basically have mature combat experience and have experienced many life-and-death moments on the battlefield.

In addition, the adventurers who dare to come to Simon to report are more or less confident, similar to the talented boys and girls who are not recognized for their talents.

They took turns to have a 1V1 PK with Little Shark, using only wooden sticks instead of real swords to avoid hurting the thin girl who was blindfolded.

I thought it would be an easy PK, but every "genius boy" and "genius girl" who came to challenge was defeated by Little Shark.

"Damn it! I was careless this time!" A young man looked at the flying wooden stick, clenched his fists, and said unwillingly.

"Hey, hey, if you lose, get out. I still have another one to beat!"

The little shark said rudely.

She was blindfolded and her body was still very frail. She could easily be knocked down by the wind, but she stood there and defeated nearly twenty challengers.

No one paid any attention to her at first and thought she was just joking.

Now more people gathered around her, and everyone was betting that she would lose in the next round, or in the next round.

Because human power is limited.

In the beginning, everyone didn't play seriously and gave in to her everywhere because Little Shark was playing with his eyes blindfolded and everyone was embarrassed to take it too seriously.

Now that more people are losing, they are starting to get serious, and the little shark is bound to lose soon.

Not to mention anything else, just her physical physique is not as good as that of a normal trainee soldier.

"Little Shark! I'm telling you, don't look down on young people because they are poor. I will come back to challenge you, so just wait for me!" The furious young man couldn't stand the stimulation and left in grief.

The little shark ignored the man and listened carefully to the footsteps of the next challenger.

"Listen with your ears, and cut with your heart."

She was mumbling something incomprehensible, speaking in a mysterious manner.

"Hello, I'm a warrior of the Tianyin Adventure Group, my name is Qingting. Use the sword. I'm not the trainee in front who doesn't even know the basic skills. Fighting with a wooden stick is meaningless, and there are many nurses on the scene."

The girl named Qingting pulled out a long sword shining with silver light from the sword box. She looked serious and had a sharp personality.

"Oh! A warrior from a regular adventuring group? That's just what I want!"

The little shark was extremely happy. He didn't expect to face the challenge of the regular army today.

Of course, calling them regular troops is an exaggeration, as they are just trainees.

But in Little Shark's heart, this is the strongest warrior she can ever meet.

The next second, after she changed to her own sword, she heard the sound of rioting in the sand.

That was the sound of sand flowing rapidly, very clear in the darkness, it was hard not to hear it.

The rustling sound came very quickly in front of him, so fast that it happened five or six times within one second.

As she listened to the voice, she suddenly had a premonition that this person was going to hit her with his next sword.

In this situation, she swung the sword and slashed forward.

Clang!