Chapter 327
Wells was sitting in a restaurant in Huxin Town, drinking sullenly.
A few months ago, he was a well-known alchemist in Jingyao City. He was a little famous and had his own workshop, with a considerable income and no worries about food and drink.
However, since he took that damn job, he suddenly fell to the lowest point in his life.
It all started when an old customer introduced him to a big shot. He was so big that he could be easily crushed to death like a bug.
The powerful man said that he had some physical problems and needed help from the alchemist.
Just when Welski maliciously speculated whether the other party was unsatisfactory in bed, the powerful man took off his hat and saw that his head was almost bald, uh... said it was bald. That's not accurate either. There are still some stubborn warriors holding on to the final position.
"Mr. Alchemist, I am not yet middle-aged, and I don’t want to go bald early!"
The sorrow in the words of the powerful man is obvious, and it is obvious that he is not happy with his current appearance and even worse. The future is worrying.
"Sir, I am willing to accept your commission, but I may need to experiment many times and make continuous improvements."
Wells took the job without hesitation because it was an important opportunity for him to achieve a class jump.
The old customer who introduced him has already said that as long as he can help this powerful man solve the problem, the title of baron cannot be lost, not even that of viscount.
Although Baron is the lowest title in the aristocratic system, it is still a noble, and its status is higher than that of knights. He was fascinated by the thought of those civilians standing in front of him and calling him "Lord Wells" respectfully. As long as you seize this opportunity, future generations will thank him.
So Wells agreed on the spot without hesitation, but at that time he still had some hope. His family had been engaged in the alchemy industry for several generations, and there happened to be an ancestral secret recipe related to the treatment of hair loss.
He made a request to let the other party test the medicine in person. The reason was that individuals have different physical constitutions, and the medicine produced may be useful on one person but useless on another person. He repeatedly promised that it would never be used on another person. What harmful ingredients are added to the medicine?
The powerful man also agreed. Such a big man must have many servants specially used to test poisons, and he was not too worried about Wells doing anything.
The powerful man was very happy and stayed with Wells for dinner that day, which made Wells feel honored, although the other party only wanted to give it a try.
After he went back, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find out the secret recipe. He spent a week rushing to make the first version of the potion. He couldn't wait to deliver it to the high-ranking customer, and then went home amidst the eager anticipation of the customer. Waiting for good news.
A few days later, the other party's servant came and invited him to his home. His words were very polite. Weisier was overjoyed. The first potion was effective. This must be such good luck!
However, when he arrived at the dignitary's house happily, he almost fainted at what he saw.
I saw that the top of the opponent's head was completely bright, and those lonely soldiers who were still holding on to their positions were unfortunately killed.
"Look at the good things you have done, idiot!"
The powerful man pointed at his bright forehead and became furious, spitting everywhere, without caring about his own identity. It was obvious that he was already furious.
"Bah! What an alchemist, I think you are just a charlatan who is just trying to gain fame!"
"Maggots in the gutter! Rats in the sewer!"
"I'm going to expose you in public and ruin your reputation! Just wait, you idiot!"
Two tall and powerful guards came up and took Wells into custody. He struggled and cried out for injustice.
"Sir, give me another chance! Ah... Could it be that this potion is not for external use and should be taken internally... Why don't you try again!"
"Go away! What do you think? I will trust you again!”
So he was stripped of his clothes, shaved, and put into a cage with just a piece of rag wrapped around his waist, and placed not far from the city gate [Display] for several days.
As a well-known alchemist, Wells even wanted to die at that time.
On the day he was released, he found that his shop had also been smashed, and everyone around him knew how embarrassed he had been these days and pointed fingers. "Father~ I'm sorry for you!" He sat on the doorframe in a daze, his eyes dull, and he kept mumbling to himself.
Two figures gathered around.
“Is this the unlucky guy who offended a certain big shot?”
"Yes, I saw him at the city gate, and I heard he was an alchemist."
One of them asked Wells: "Hey, man! Can you hear me?"
Wells instinctively raised his head and looked at the other party, his eyes still dull.
“You are not too stimulated, are you stupid?”
“Try?”
One person took out a piece of paper and said, "Do you know the words on it?"
Wells's mind was blank at the time, so he took it and read it without thinking.
The other person slapped his thigh and said, "He really knows how to read. Regardless of whether he is an alchemist or not, pulling him over is considered a job. Once the number of people is gathered, this month's bonus will be secured." "
He said to Wells: "Brother, I think you can't survive in the royal capital. Lord Grayman in the northwest bay is recruiting talents. Do you want to try your luck?"
"Go..." Wells replied weakly.
"I'm just waiting for your words!"
The man pulled Wells up and got into a carriage.
It wasn't until two days later that Wells' head came to his senses and he found himself sitting in a caravan. He quickly figured out his situation - he seemed to have been recruited by which lord. After asking, it turned out to be the Northwest Bay. Isn’t that a place where birds don’t poop?
Although he can no longer survive in the royal capital, with his ability, he can live anywhere else, so why go to that hellish place to suffer.
At that time, he was clamoring to get out of the car. Unexpectedly, someone in the car took out a piece of paper and showed it to him.
"Mr. Wells, according to the contract you signed with us, you need to serve Lord Grayman for at least 5 years."
"Contract? What the hell contract? I didn't sign it."
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“Take a closer look.”
Wells took a closer look and saw that his name was indeed signed on it, the handwriting was indeed his, and the content of the contract was indeed for a An earl named Paul Gleiman served for 5 years.
"You...you are kidnapping! I was not very conscious at the time!"
"Oh~ Mr. Wells, you have just offended a noble, don't you want to offend another noble again?"
"You!" The alchemist pointed at the other party with anger and fear, and then weakly Hands down.
Indeed, he is just a civilian now, and even the lord of the Northwest Bay is not someone he can offend.
“Alas, let’s take it one step at a time!”
Wells leaned weakly against the car window, feeling that his future was gloomy.
(End of this chapter)