"It's unnecessary!" Tang Don wasn't being polite, but it really wasn't necessary. Not to mention the prescriptions recorded in the Grand Library, even the ones Mo Tian knew were astronomical figures.

  If he couldn't advance to the Dragon Slayer stage, there was no way to increase his lifespan, and Tang Dong might not be able to learn all of them in his lifetime.

  "What we're going to send out is a formula that only a great demon pharmacist has the qualifications and ability to configure, are you sure you won't be moved?" Xia Luo didn't deceive Tang Dun, she wasn't that kind of petty person who would covet these things, with her personality, she wouldn't care about them at all.

  "Hmm, no need." Tang Don slightly tilted his head, saw the long street already bathed in sunlight, bustling with people, took out a copper-cased pocket watch to check the time, and found it was already noon.

  "Alright, I'll respect your wishes. To be honest, the prescription I was going to give you is so complex that even if you had a mid-level potion maker qualification, you probably still wouldn't be able to make it."

  Charlotte stared at Danton, bewildered. The last time they met, he was curious about everything, and it seemed that he hadn't studied potion-making yet. But in just two months, he had already begun to master it, able to write many formulas with ease and apply them flexibly.

  If Xiao Luo knew that Tang Don had been promoted two ranks during this period, and was only taking a break to study magic medicine, he would be even more astonished.

  "It's getting late, I won't disturb your rest." Hearing Xia Luo start coughing again, Tang Dun prepared to bid farewell and leave. He still had other things to attend to and couldn't stay here all day.

  "I'll prepare the Dragon Slaying Stage medicine for you as soon as possible. Additionally, as compensation, if you encounter any difficulties in your studies in the future, feel free to ask me." Xia Luo picked up an apple and took a bite, not wanting to appear stingy.

  "Thank you!" Danton was overjoyed, and just thinking about being able to see Charlotte frequently made him a little excited, which was even more thrilling than getting a new formula.

  Far from the wolves and spices, Tong Dun still couldn't control his excited mood.

  "Master, let's go to that tavern for a big meal?" Sniffing the aroma of roasted meat in the air, Jackson swallowed his saliva and interrupted Tanton, who was humming a tune, "You promised to treat me."

  "You may, but from now on you're not allowed to eat internal organs, especially brains." Tandon frowned, eating with a ghoul made him feel uncomfortable.

  "Master, you're discriminating against the undead!" Jackson was indignant. "That's our dietary habit that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, isn't it? Why should we change because of your likes and dislikes?"

  "Cut the crap, Serres doesn't eat this stuff and neither do Death Knights, don't impose your ghoul habits on others." Danton was amused, he didn't expect Jackson to be so worked up.

  "Ghoul is also a kind of undead creature, in short, you are just discriminating against us. If it were in the land of the dead, your kind of racist would be hanged to death."

  Jackson rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

  Although the voice was very small, Tanton still heard that this guy was saying he had no culture, read few books and was an unsophisticated country bumpkin!

  "If I were to discriminate against you, I'd just burn you or purify you." Danton sighed helplessly and smiled wryly, gesturing for Jackson to take a look around. "Do you know how much pressure I'll face bringing you into town?"

  Despite being wrapped in bandages and wearing a suit of light armor, Jackson's green eyes were too piercing, even children knew it wasn't human.

  They hid far away, curious and worried, looking towards this side as if watching a rare magical beast in a circus.

  "Shoo! Shoo!" Jackson didn't want to be besieged, waved his hand to drive them away, and even picked up a few stones to throw at them.

  "Can't you be honest for once." Tanton kicked Jackson lightly, wondering if he should send him back to the war zone.

  With a plop, the cunning Jackson saw Downton's hesitation and took the initiative to kneel down, embracing his thighs and starting to wail.

  "Master, considering I've served you with all my heart and effort, you can't treat me cruelly, can you?"

  The two of them became more noticeable, and people on the long street all turned to look over.

  "Get up." Tandon hadn't expected Jackson to be so shameless and was taken aback for a moment, unaccustomed to being stared at by so many people.

  "It's been ages since I've had a decent meal, and you're still going to lock me up? I think I'm the most miserable one in the demon world." Jackson hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should take advantage of the situation to wipe his nose on Downton's pants leg. After some thought, he decided it was possible that he would get beaten up and gave up on the idea.

  "Alright, let's get up and go eat." Tong Dun gave up. It was actually not bad to bring Jackson along. Normally, as a demon servant, he carried luggage and various weapons. At critical moments, he could also be used to block guns. Anyway, the ghoul wouldn't die as long as its head wasn't crushed, even if it was shot full of holes.

  "Long live the master!" Jackson jumped up, cheered and walked towards the Golden Elephant Tavern with his head held high, shouting and slapping Tang's buttocks, "Make way, can't you see that the wise and brilliant Lord Tang is passing by? Get out of the way, go, go!"

  "Shut up, Jackson." Downton bellowed, mortified, and then hastily apologized to the passersby.

  Jackson shut up immediately, having lived in the eternally gray-toned underground city of Polusna for several hundred years, he was fed up with it and didn't want to leave again at any cost, re-entering the colorful world of human society.

  No hurry to enter the Golden Elephant Tavern, Tang Don stood in front of the bulletin board, looking at the latest notices posted on the town.

  It's almost a month before the summer harvest, and Liszt's town mayor is already urging the townspeople to prepare their taxes.

  Downton glanced over the wanted poster.

  Cannibal Tyson has been very rampant recently, and attacked two more towns. The bounty rose by one third, his brother Hollyfield also made the list, dead or alive, valued at 3,000 gold Delran.

  "How ugly!"

  Jackson smacked his lips and gave his verdict.

  Wanted poster, a hideous and ugly portrait of Holyfield, the most distinctive feature is that one ear is missing, it is said that he was bitten off by Tyson's brother in another private fight.

  "This cow looks great!" Jackson flipped to the bottom, saw no one around, tore down the wanted poster of Niudou Village, rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

  "What are you doing?" Tangdon was puzzled.

  "When I have my own bedroom in the future, I'll stick it up and save on buying posters." Jackson looked forward to the future with disdain for Downton. "Master, you need to work hard to make money, can't even afford a magic servant, how embarrassing."

  Tang Dun was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this problem before. After careful consideration, even if they were just miscellaneous fish and ghostly spirits, they couldn't stay in the war zone for long, and they would still need to be fed three meals a day.

  "What a pity it's not a full-body shot, I have no idea what her figure is like?" Jackson said regretfully as he looked at Kito Village's photo.

  The wanted notices use photographs printed with magic, which are almost indistinguishable from the real thing, so the fugitives who have committed crimes can only prepare for a long-term escape and will absolutely not be able to re-enter human society.

  Although Kido Village is a Minotaur, from a human perspective, she is also quite beautiful. The figure of the cow-headed girl is famous throughout the Western Continent for its curves and fullness, no wonder Jackson was regretful.

  Danton was uninterested in these matters and urged Jackson into the tavern, where a burly figure suddenly pushed his way over and elbowed him aside.

  "Hey, are you looking for death?!" Jackson was dissatisfied and immediately bellowed at the figure, showing his loyalty.

  The stranger muttered a sentence, didn't pay attention to Tang Dun, stretched out his big hand towards the bulletin board, and took down dozens of wanted notices on it, carefully flipping through them.

  "Damn it!" Jackson cursed, his right hand reaching behind his back to pull out a crossbow, ready to fire.

  "Never mind!" Thaddeus clutched Jackson's arm, but only shook it a little; he was not yet angry enough to strike him for such a trifle.

  "Master, you're too kind. This guy has offended your dignity and must be severely punished." Jackson complained, feeling that Downton was not domineering enough, "Your attitude will make others think you're easy to bully."

  The stranger's vigilance was not low, Jackson had just burst out with malice, he had turned his head, his sharp gaze staring at the approaching figure, while his right hand grasped the double-bladed battle axe behind him.

  "What are you going to do?" The stranger's voice was loud and unfriendly. "If you want to steal my purse, I'll cut off your heads and make wine cups out of your skulls."

  "Savages, watch your attitude." Tangdon's face turned cold, he didn't mind the collision, but that didn't mean he would tolerate this kind of rebuke.

  No mistake, the stranger standing in front of Tandon is a barbarian close to two meters tall, with red runes painted on his cheeks and dressed in attire that can be distinguished.

  The barbarians once swept across half of the Western Continent under the leadership of their wisest king, Tanan, and established a barbarian kingdom. However, with Tanan's death, the brief barbarian dynasty did not even last one hundred years before collapsing.

  This race does not engage in production, will not plant and raise livestock, and makes a living by hunting and plundering. Killing is as ordinary to them as eating and drinking.

  Even beastmen would feel ashamed of robbery, but barbarians never had such troubles. They worshiped the savage gods and firmly believed that no matter how they got the gold coins, as long as they were put into their pockets, they were their own.

  There is a proverb on the mainland, you can never persuade a barbarian because they will use a battle axe to shut your mouth forever, it refers to their unreasonable and brutal cruelty, so the reputation of barbarians in human countries is worse than that of beastmen.

  "You bumped into my master and didn't even apologize, it seems I need to teach you a lesson in etiquette." Jackson drew out his crossbow and activated the Swift Light Ring, ready to discipline this savage.

  The adventurers entering and exiting the tavern saw a conflict arise, some jeered while others scattered. Barbarians are unreasonable, if they go berserk, even unrelated onlookers will get beaten together.