Chapter 903 (1/2)
”Domalt, let's go to the bulletin board to see the recruitment information announced by master gene?”
Domart sneered and said, ”I'm not interested in dealing with ordinary people. It's a waste of my talent. Go.”
After that, he sent the guests out, closed the door and returned to his rough self-made alchemy laboratory.
Domart is 40 years old this year. He is a gold level magician in the silver city. He showed good magic talent when he was very young. After being discovered by a passing Silver City magician, domart was taken to the Silver City Star Moon secret law school for magician training.
Although there are magicians of his level all over the streets here in the silver city, he is now a celebrity proud of his village. Thanks to him, his parents have lived a comfortable life without worry.
Unfortunately, his smooth growth stops at the gold level, which is also the limit of ordinary people. His teacher is very disappointed, but what can he do? He's desperate, too.
I thought I would be a rare magic genius in a hundred years, but when I really came to the magic capital of Silver City, I found that there are too many people more talented than him, and his talent can only be regarded as ordinary.
Domalt tried his best to study magic and improve his magic affinity, but ten years later, he was still stuck at the golden peak.
He has been desperate. With human talent, if he can't be promoted to the master level at the age of 40, he will basically have no hope in his life.
After giving up the struggle, domart began to minor in alchemy and enchantment in his spare time of learning magic. After a few years, he also mastered many relevant skills. He opened a small shop in the silver city and made a lot of money by selling some primary magic scrolls and magic props to foreign businessmen. His childhood was also interesting.
When he heard Jean's announcement, domalt's heart was full of disdain and even contempt.
To be a teacher for ordinary people?
It's embarrassing, isn't it?
Although he is only a golden magician, he is also the most popular magician among the apocalypses!
A magician has a noble status and is respected by others. He can be described as a man of honor. Even aristocrats should be polite. How could he give up his current status.
Domalt is proud of his status as a magician!
Such a noble magician is going to teach some introductory knowledge of magic to children who don't know whether they have magic talent or not? Even trying to help them guide their perception of magic?
You're kidding!
As a noble magician, how could he condescend to do that kind of thing!
Therefore, domalt was filled with disdain and even wanted to laugh when he saw so many people gathered on the bulletin board in the street, or looked up at the projection of elements in the sky and carefully read Jean's news.
He could hardly imagine what it would be like for a noble magician to be a teacher for ordinary people.
Anyway, is there anyone who can hire a magician as a teacher?
Domalt glanced at the crowd outside the window, then smiled contemptuously, turned around and picked up the heated test tube on the shelf, gently shook the test tube, narrowed his eyes and looked at the clear liquid inside, showing a satisfied smile.
”Add a little more magic dust, and this giant bear power potion will be completed. After deducting the three failed materials, I can make a net profit of 200 gold coins by selling 1000 gold coins. I'm afraid my success rate is high even in the silver city.”
Domalt opened a small box with one hand and squeezed out a little dust to light up the crystal. It was made of the magic core of second-order Warcraft. The quality was similar to that of inferior magic crystal products, and the cost was not high.
Just as domalt was about to add the magic dust, there was a loud noise outside the window. The boiling crowd frightened his hands and added a little more magic dust. Then he looked frightened and found that the reagent that was close to completion suddenly began to heat, and there were dense bubbles in the test tube.
”Damn it!”
Domalt's face turned green: ”there are too many magic dust, and the magic overflow interferes with the material balance!”
Without hesitation, he threw the test tube out of the window, held his head and squatted down!
”Boom!!!”
The thrown test tube exploded.
”Fuck! Which grandson threw things around!?”
”Oh, my God! The robe I just bought!”
”Get out of the upstairs! Believe it or not, I'll kill you!”
Domalt covered his head as if he didn't hear it. Then several fireballs roared and hit his window, which was blocked by the public magic barrier of silver city.
”You have the ability to hide in it and don't come out all your life!”
”Don't play alchemy if you're afraid of explosion and have no money! Pretend to be a grandson!”
Domalt twitched at the corners of his mouth and wanted to stand up and argue with the other party. Unfortunately, the other party's words were killing his heart every word.
Although domalt is a standard high-income group by the standards of ordinary people outside, he is almost the kind at the bottom in silver city.
Yes, he can't afford to build a standard alchemy laboratory, nor can he buy expensive materials to arrange standard explosion-proof measures. He can only simply transform his home to serve as a laboratory.
Alas, when can I have my own alchemy Laboratory