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He was the only one who knew the neighborhood he moved to, and he didn't even tell his senior brother or the dean.
Who could have stuffed it in?
I went out to a nearby bank and inserted the card into the ATM machine. There was 150,000 cash in the card, which is not a small amount.
I went to the counter to check the account holder, but they refused to let me know without his ID card and other specific information.
I had no choice but to go home.
Zhang Mu took out his cell phone and called the dean and Ye Ming respectively. Both of them said it was not them and no one had asked about his situation.
After sitting on the sofa for a long time, he couldn't figure out who it was.
In college, he and his senior classmate lived together in a shared apartment. He had no connections in the school and had a general understanding of the dean's situation.
Who else? It can't be a colleague from the internship company, right?
We did get along well at the beginning, but to say that I should secretly give him $150,000 is not that serious.
And there is no way they could know they have cancer, right?
Zhang Mu scratched his head, thinking that he would ask again when he had time, then stood up and put all the things he had bought into the inventory.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past nine o'clock. I quickly took a shower and went to bed.
He got up early the next day.
After changing clothes, he summoned the portal and stepped inside.
Chapter 9: Boil medicine on the gas stove, okay!
Zhang Mu stepped out of the portal, with the Potter House behind him.
The door slowly disappeared, and a dog immediately climbed up.
"Wang Wang Wang!"
Dahuang stood on the steps, baring his teeth and making a threatening growl from his throat, as if he was about to pounce.
Zhang Mu was not surprised.
If I were to be hit by a sneak attack, I would have to beat the bastard to death before I would be done.
So he was prepared.
He reached out and pulled out a piece of intestine, biting it open with his teeth.
"Suck, suck, suck——" He called out while his intestines were shaking.
After smelling the fragrance, Dahuang's terrifying momentum quickly fell to the bottom of the valley at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body stood up normally.
Was I too aggressive just now?
Da Huang took three steps at a time, his little eyes looking upward, and moved shyly to Zhang Mu's feet. He woofed gently, bit the intestine carefully, and hid aside to enjoy it slowly.
Zhang Mu raised the corner of his mouth, grasp it!
Clapping his hands, he went forward and knocked on the door, but the door slowly opened inside.
No lock.
"Mr. Potter?"
Only my own shouts echoed in the living room, and the second floor was also quiet.
Zhang Mu went upstairs and first looked at the laboratory. No one was there. He then knocked on another room. No one was there either.
Maybe he had gone out for something and had not returned yet, and was worried that I would have to wait outside, so he left the door open for myself.
As for Porter getting into trouble, he thought the probability was small.
Porter must have come from a big city. He dared to travel alone and arrived safely. He must be very skilled and brave.
Besides, armed conflicts are prohibited in the town, which basically eliminates the possibility of accidents.
Boil the medicine first, and if you don’t see him by noon, go out and look for him.
With this in mind, Zhang Mu took out a single stove and a gas tank from his inventory, placed them in place, connected them with a hose, and then installed the bracket and twist switch.
With his hands on his hips, he nodded with satisfaction.
Although the stove is small, he required high precision in controlling the fire temperature, which really cost a lot of money.
He took out a bucket of instant noodles from the inventory and put it aside as today's tuition, then squatted in front of the pile of herbs in the corner and picked them up.
Zhang Mu has always had a good memory. He only looked at it once yesterday and remembered the herbs needed, the amounts, the order of adding, etc.
"Heather, wild grass, thorn algae... huh?"
Picking up a herb, he examined it carefully.
The roots covered with fine soil are conical in shape, the stems are cylindrical, about ten centimeters long and tough.
There is a round ball of fluff on the top.
Zhang Mu had seen him in the orphanage, and the director told him his name was Hua Hualang.
Later, he learned from reading that the scientific name of this thing is dandelion.
But the plant in front of me is a little different from the ones I usually see. Its fluff is not white, but a gorgeous blood red.
That's why Zhang Mu found it at a glance from the pile of herbs.
He held the rhizome and turned it around a few times, seeming to be lost in thought.
Is it because of the change caused by magic?
When identifying the herbs yesterday, Potter specifically warned him that these herbs were of high value and he should be careful when handling them.
The dandelions in my hand are the least in number among the herbs.
This undoubtedly shows that it is the rarest.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Mu put the one in his hand into his inventory, intending to take it back to the real world to test whether it was the same species as the dandelion he knew.
If that's true, it would be terrifying.
According to Potter, a magician's advancement, mental training, and even physical tempering all rely on potions.
The medicine is made from a decoction of herbs.
However, many herbs in the Thor continent are extremely precious and scarce, so the value of potions naturally rises as well.
Many low-level adventurers can't even afford potions with better effects, and can only make do with inferior products.
"Bring the real dandelion to the Sol Continent to absorb magic. If it transforms successfully, it means I can wholesale the medicine that is in short supply."
Suppressing his excitement, Zhang Mu took out a portion of all the herbs and stuffed them into the inventory.
He planned to go back and check how many of the herbs here were also found in the real world.
After cleaning up, he brought the freshly picked herbs to the stove, weighed them, threw them into earthenware jars one by one, and crushed them with a pestle.
Light the fire, add water, and put it in the pot.
……
Potter searched the woods around the town and came back empty-handed.
Back at the town gate, he sighed and slowly walked home.
As he walked, he was thinking about Zhang Mu, whom he had just met for two days.
Deep down, Potter was reluctant to accept him as a student.
Having traveled across the Sol Continent for most of his life, he had seen too many betrayals, even in the closest relationships among humans, such as between husband and wife, and between parents and children.
Potter is different from others.
No matter how precious the magic book, weapon or staff is, he will never fight against his relatives and friends for it.
But we can't stop others from being greedy.
There is a magic crystal in the Sol Continent that can copy other people's memories, including magic.
According to the church, this is allowed by God.
Although the magic text preserved in this way disappears at an extremely alarming speed, there are always people willing to give it a try. What if it works?
It doesn't matter if you don't learn it before the magic text disappears. We're all killing each other every day anyway, so one person's death doesn't matter.
Potter's family was destroyed because of this magic crystal.
By chance, the tribesmen got a magic crystal, and Potter was usually kind to the tribesmen, so they thought he was weak and could be bullied.
They secretly planned a trap to strangle Porter.
Those who are blinded by greed cannot see the truth.
Potter used magic to make them understand what absolute power is.
Overnight, the entire clan was wiped out.
From then on, Porter never married and never accepted any students again.
It was not until more than ten years ago that the king's eldest daughter, Avril, passed his test, impressed him with her will and faith, and became his only student.
"Ah..." Potter smoothed his beard, "In the current situation, even if I am willing to be his teacher, there is not enough time..."
Although Zhang Mu was speechless at how quickly he mastered meditation in just one day, magic was another matter.
Potter has never seen God, and he is not sure whether there are gods in the continent of Thor, but learning magic and practicing meditation are two different things.
Magic is given by God, and learning it is as difficult as hell.
Throughout history, it is not uncommon to see people who quickly learn meditation techniques but never learn a single piece of magic in their lifetime.
Meditation represents the body's talent for adapting to magic, which is a prerequisite for learning magic, nothing more.
In fact, Porter could just accept Zhang Mu as his own, but if time was really urgent, he could just leave.
But he is a responsible person. If he doesn't accept the student, then that's fine. But if he accepts the student, he will teach the student seriously.
"Let's wait a few days and see what happens."
Potter muttered, pulled out a crystal ball from under his robe, and magic power poured into it: "Avril, the monsters around this town are unusually active, please be careful."