The Cunning Timothy

It had been less than three minutes since the rabbit-eared lady entered the iron gate.

The iron door was violently pushed open, making a loud clang.

A middle-aged man with curly golden hair walked out quickly.

Seeing Mas outside the door, he strode to him and said with a smile, "I'm the chief appraiser of the Storm Empire's Alchemist Guild branch. You can call me Timothy!

How should I address you? "

As the saying goes, one does not slap a smiling face. Mas adjusted his mood and said, "No need for formalities. I'm Dyson!"

"Brother Dyson, your alchemy recipe is really good. I was even more amazed after reading it. No alchemy genius can write such a recipe! I wonder if a genius alchemist like you are willing to join our Alchemy Guild!" Timothy invited Mas.

"Heh. What's in it for me to join your Alchemy Guild? Can I check the alchemy recipes in your guild's collection?"

Timothy laughed awkwardly. "You must be joking, brother Dyson. How can you check the alchemy recipes of the Alchemist Guild? Even our branch president doesn't have the right to check the high-grade alchemy recipes!"

Upon hearing this, Mas stared coldly at Timothy. "Since there are no benefits, why would I join this useless Alchemist Guild?"

"Brother Dyson, you're wrong!

Alchemy is a very great and mysterious technology. As long as you can participate in our Alchemy Guild, you can participate in the Alchemist Conference that our Alchemy Guild holds once a month. At the conference, there will also be a great alchemist above Level 6 who will share about alchemy!

And it's not that I'm boasting for our guild. You must know that there are only a fixed number of 20 participants in the monthly Alchemist Convention in our Storm Empire. For one spot, everyone else has fought to the death for it. With the advanced four-star alchemy formula you submitted, brother Dyson, you are completely qualified to enter this Alchemy Convention! "

Upon hearing Dyson's disdain, Timothy, who was experienced and shrewd, did not get angry. Instead, he grinned and explained the benefits to Mas.

"Are you saying that the quota for this Alchemy Conference is only for this month? What about the quota for next month?" Mas asked in disdain.

Timothy said, "The Alchemist Convention is ranked according to the contribution points of the Alchemist Guild alchemists every month. Only the twenty alchemists with the highest contribution points are qualified to participate in this convention!"

Er—

The Alchemist Guild was really exploiting them to the extreme!

Fortunately, Mas did not need to communicate with anyone now. He did not even need the formula. As long as he had enough alchemical materials, he could slowly figure it out by himself. It was only a matter of time before he could refine powerful alchemical items.

However, the situation of other alchemists was completely different. Even if they had the alchemy formula, just the success rate of alchemy alone was enough to make other alchemists not dare to try it casually.

Meanwhile, participating in the so-called Alchemist Convention meant receiving guidance from the advanced Alchemist Master. That alone was crucial.

After all, not everyone had a 100% success rate. For example, for a Level 5 alchemy item, a failure would cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Which junior alchemist had so much money to squander?

Then, in order to get this opportunity, the other intermediate and beginner alchemists naturally worked hard. They either began to crazily hand over alchemical materials to complete the task, or they honestly contributed their hard-earned formula to the Alchemist Guild in exchange for new formulas.

The Alchemist Guild had completely changed its way of exploiting, but this exploitation method only made all the alchemists go through fire and water for it. Even if they were unwilling, for the sake of those high-grade alchemy recipes, they could only honestly admit defeat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Timothy. I'm not very interested in joining the Alchemist Guild at the moment. Can you tell me how many contribution points I can exchange this Level 4 high-grade alchemy formula for?"

Sensing Mas' wish, Timothy was not willing to pester him too much. There was no need to make enemies with a young genius alchemist.

However, Timothy's next words infuriated Mas.

Timothy, who was experienced and knowledgeable, could tell the quality of the Emerald Green Robe at a glance. He slowly said, "Brother Dyson, your Level 4 high-grade Emerald Green Alchemy Recipe is not bad. However, the effects of this Emerald Green Alchemy Recipe are not that good. Even if it can defend against cold weapons, as a high-grade four-star alchemy Item, it cannot be popularized among the commoners in the imperial army. The number of mercenaries that can afford it can be counted on one hand!

As for the commoners, there was no need to even think about it. The Emerald Green Robe is not even comparable to a few heavy gold ingots in front of them. Therefore, the people who really needed the Emerald Green Robe are the aristocrats of the empire.

Although the aristocrats were afraid of death, brother Dyson, you should know that it was impossible for the aristocrats to not bring advanced professionals as their personal guards when they traveled. Even if they were attacked on the way, with the help of the guards, the Emerald Green Robe could prevent accidents.

"In that case, even if we mass produce this Emerald Green Robe, we won't be able to sell much. Therefore, I think the contribution points exchanged for the emerald green robe will only be 1,500!"

Timothy's analysis was clear and logical. He seemed to be disdainful of the formula of the Emerald Green Robe. If an outsider were here, they might have been fooled by him.

However, how could Mas, who had personally refined the green robes, not know that he was deliberately suppressing the price of the green robes? After explaining, Mas completely treated him as farting.

"Appraiser Timothy, as I said before, I will not join the Alchemist Guild. If you want to force me to join the Alchemist Guild by lowering the price, you don't have to!

A four-star high-grade alchemy recipe and armor only cost 1,500 contribution points, are you trying to scare a child? The twenty or so low-level alchemy recipes I just handed in were worth 1,200 contribution points. As an appraiser, do you think a high-grade four-star alchemy recipe is only worth 300 points?!

Since you're an appraiser, I don't want to waste my breath on you. I don't care how many contribution points you want, and I don't want to compete with you for a higher position. However, as a condition, you must sell me the formula for the Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir!"

Mas just stared at Timothy and spoke through gritted teeth.

"What use do you have for the formula for the Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir?"

Timothy glanced at Sha You behind Mas.

Being experienced and knowledgeable, he could naturally tell that Sha You was suffering from Lou Gehrig's disease. Moreover, it was the kind of disease that was in its late stages and needed the Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir to treat it.

He did not care about these things. He only cared about one thing.

Timothy quickly said, "Brother Dyson, you want this elixir formula. Could it be that you can refine that high-grade Level 5 elixir yourself?"

Timothy looked at Mas in surprise. He had seen at least dozens of alchemy geniuses, but he had never heard of anyone who could refine a high-grade Level 5 pill at sixteen like Mas.

Mas said coldly, "Whether or not it can be my own business has nothing to do with Mr. Timothy. Alright, I'm in a hurry now. Do you agree with my earlier suggestion?"

Timothy thought about it carefully and felt that it was not a loss. He smiled and said, "No problem. Since brother Dyson has said so, I'm not an unreasonable person. For the sake of this high-grade Level 4 armor alchemy formula, I'll give you the right to buy a high-grade Level 5 Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir, but you have no right to buy other alchemy recipes of the same level!"

"No problem, of course. How much is the formula for the Flaming Soul Restoring Elixir?"

Timothy did not say anything. He smiled slyly like an old fox and raised three fingers.

"30,000 gold coins? I can give it to you now. You can give me the elixir formula!" Mas said impatiently.

"Oh? I think you misunderstood something."

Timothy shook his head as he spoke and solemnly raised three more fingers.