The Arrogance of the Exorcist

Chu Yuan patted the horse's rump without leaving a trace.

Although he hadn't hit the mark, Lan Qingyou was still quite happy inside.

After all, one of the labels of the Witch Race was alchemy; if they were to lose that, it wouldn't just be a simple matter of losing face.

The Tower: "Fine, Justice, give me a bottle of Heaven's Fall as a reference. Judgment will pay for it."

After thinking it over, Lan Qingyou decided to take on the job.

In any case, for her, research into this kind of potion could also increase her own experience.

Even though Lan Qingyou was currently at a level where she didn't even need a World Item.

But isn't it true that knowledge is like rowing a boat upstream; if you don't advance, you retreat.

When something new appears, one naturally has to study it first.

Even if, according to the information fed back from Riesling, this new thing seemed very crude.

But there was still room for her to learn from the combination of biotechnology and magic.

After all, she had played with this hand before.

So, she wanted to see what the differences were between how others played with the same toy she had used.

Justice: "No problem."

Seeing Lan Qingyou take on the task, Chu Yuan let out a long sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he had some sort of savior complex and couldn't bear to see others suffer.

Rather, Chu Yuan had keenly sensed that this was an opportunity.

Once these people discovered the true function of the wine, they would inevitably fall into a state of collapse.

Even those who didn't collapse would certainly try every possible means to raise funds to purchase the wine.

In this way, if someone could rescue them from their