Chapter 37 Lord of Garros City

Kevin's inflammatory words were like throwing a boulder into the lake, causing a commotion in the hall in an instant.

Ever since the battle between Grean and Old Merlin, almost everyone in Garros City knew that the Magic Guild had a potion master. The name of this potion master was Feyre. But they only knew that the Magic Guild had never admitted it on any occasion. However, it has never been publicly announced that they have a master pharmacist.

Until just now, Kevin finally admitted it himself.

Even if everyone present already knew some of the inside story, it was difficult to conceal their shock when they heard Kevin admit it in person. What is the concept of a pharmacy master? He was a figure who had already transcended the world. A few bottles of potion were enough to bring a force from decline to rise, and it was also enough to cause a huge family to fall apart in an instant.

The character who originally only existed in rumors finally became a fact in Kevin's mouth. For a while, the guild hall became a bit chaotic. Everyone was whispering and everyone was looking around. The commotion in that moment, Almost flooding the entire guild hall.

The scene was a little out of control, but Kevin didn't show any panic at all. He just looked at the venue with a smile and waited patiently for them to calm down.

At this time, Greg was having an extremely speculative discussion with the city lord Isaac.

Not far away from the two of them, there were several heads of forces looking around, all wanting to come over and have sex with Gray.

Today's Magic Guild is not what it used to be. Before Lin Li came, who would want to have any friendship with the Magic Guild? I want money but no money, no one, no one, and despite being the number one force in Garros, my life is more difficult than anyone else. Not to mention the Eleven Magic Family, the six underground forces, and even some weak forces, I'm afraid None of them are very interested in dealing with the Magic Guild.

But ever since the news about the Potion Master came out, the Magic Guild has turned from a pheasant into a phoenix, and in an instant it has become the most popular force in Garos. Who doesn't want to fawn over Greg? That's a character who hangs out with the Potion Master. As long as he can have a good relationship with this old guy, let alone anything else, this auction alone will be worth at least one hundred thousand gold coins!

Besides, he is a master of potions. He cannot only have a few bottles of arcane potions. As long as he can establish a relationship with Greg, he will have an endless supply of potions...

Thinking about the past Magic Guild, they were already in such a state of decline. Just because of an agreement in the Dark Ages, they could get a batch of potions from the Pharmacy Guild every year, which established their position as the number one force in Garros.

If there is a constant supply of potions, who else in the entire Garros City, except the Magic Guild, can compete with him?

It's a pity that Greg's eyes are looking upward now.

Several power leaders were cowering there, but when they tried to come over, they were stopped by the two followers of the city lord. They had no choice but to ask Grean for help with pitiful eyes.

But how could Gregor care about their life and death now? No matter how many leaders of the forces stood nearby for a long time, they could not make Grean blink even more. He was currently busy having a heart-to-heart talk with the Lord of the City.

"Isaac, since you call me Uncle Greg, then I, as an uncle, must not be stingy. It's just a few bottles of arcane potions. If you need anything, just ask. Although I don't have much ability, uncle, I still have this point. It can be done.”

Listening to Grean's eloquent words, City Lord Isaac felt dumbfounded...

Just now I just vaguely mentioned that when Gregorian was just a young mage, his father had met him once. Unexpectedly, this old guy rolled his eyes and immediately upgraded their relationship to the level of a family friend. Claiming to have become Uncle Greg...

This, this, this... I am almost fifty years old this year, and Greg is only sixty years old at most. Is there an uncle as young as him?

But Isaac can sit in the position of the Lord of Garros for ten years, which is not an ordinary person. Garros is a place where major forces are fighting and in chaos. If he didn't have some means, he, the Lord of the City, would have been a long time ago. He was eaten by people.

Although I felt a little bit dumbfounded in my heart, there was no clue on my face. I just went with the flow and recognized this cheap uncle Ge Ruian with my eyes closed.

Anyway, with Greg's current status, it wouldn't be too much of a disadvantage to accept him as such a cheap uncle...

"Uncle Greg was joking, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net I have no ambitions for arcane potions. I came to the Magic Guild today just to meet the legendary potion master." Isaac is also considered a talent, and he suddenly appeared But he could call him "Uncle Cheap" more smoothly than anyone else, as if Greg was a family friend of his family...

"This is not possible! You finally came to the Magic Guild, how can I, as an uncle, have the nerve to let you go back empty-handed." Hearing that the other party did not intend to compete for the arcane potion, Greg was elated, but his face was full of joy. He didn't show any signs of it and wanted to give the Lord the City Lord a greeting gift, but he really seemed like an uncle who loved the younger generation.

The two declined, but in the end Isaac couldn't defeat Grean, and he forced a bottle of arcane potion into his hand.

Grean left with satisfaction, leaving the city lord alone sitting there dumbfounding.

After a long time, the chief mage of the City Lord's Mansion came over and reported a few words to him in a low voice.

"Can't find it?" When Isaac raised his head again, there was no trace of embarrassment in his expression, replaced by a sense of solemnity and majesty: "You mean, you can't find that person?"

"Yes, Lord City Lord, I have tried the method Mr. Green said, but I can't find that person at all."

"Did Mr. Green guess wrong?" The Lord of the City looked solemnly, scanning the faces of everyone in the hall one by one, and then lowered his voice and asked the black-robed mage: "Do you think it is possible that this person is not actually a pharmacist? guild?"

"This should be impossible. How could anyone besides the Pharmacist Guild be able to prepare arcane potions..."

"Is there no other possibility?" Isaac rubbed his temples, looking a little painful.