Chapter 125: Catering to Preferences (2)

After speaking, Steward Leng flicked his sleeve and prepared to go inside.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from the side. A little girl, no more than five or six years old with two small braids, grabbed Steward Leng's thigh and cried out: 'Steward Leng, I beg you, please give me some medicine. My mother is about to fall ill… Wuwu… I beg you…'

The little girl's words seemed to strike a chord, and a continuous chorus of crying and shouting erupted.

The wails rose and fell, each one more miserable than the last.

However, Steward Leng's face remained as cold as his surname. He yanked the little girl away and tossed her aside as if she were a piece of discarded rag, then brushed off his pant leg as if she were dirty, snorting coldly: 'You want to beg for medicine? Unless you bring out a treasure our master deems worthy, you want our master to provide medical treatment and medicine for free? Keep dreaming!'

After saying this, he flicked his sleeve with cold arrogance and walked away.

Su Luo frowned slightly. Like master, like servant. Since this Steward Leng behaved so arrogantly, Pharmacist Leng must be very difficult to deal with as well.

However, so what if you are a High-level Alchemist? Could you possibly be higher than the legendary Purple Fire Elder?

The 'nameless elixir formula' that he spent his entire life's effort to write is in her hands, along with the world-renowned purple fire medicine cauldron. Do you, Pharmacist Leng, have these?

Su Luo raised an eyebrow and signaled to Apothecary Zuo.

A bitter smile flashed in the depths of Apothecary Zuo's eyes.

The hierarchy among Alchemists is strict. As an Intermediate Alchemist, he could show off in front of others, but in front of a High-level Alchemist, he could only be subservient.

And everyone knew that this Steward Leng had grown up with Pharmacist Leng, and the two were close friends. Pharmacist Leng focused solely on studying medicine, leaving all trivial matters to Steward Leng. Therefore, Steward Leng had always been arrogant in front of others, and no one dared to be arrogant in front of him.

Even he, Zuo, could not stand up straight when encountering Steward Leng.

Apothecary Zuo put on a smile and called out to Steward Leng, who was about to go inside.

Steward Leng turned back, saw Apothecary Zuo, and frowned slightly. His expression was not very respectful: 'Apothecary Zuo, why have you come again? My master has no time to guide you through those messy, trivial doubts.'

After speaking, Steward Leng walked into the door without stopping and signaled his attendants to close it.

A mocking sneer curled the corners of Su Luo's lips.

Is a High-level Alchemist so amazing? Can a steward from his house order around an Intermediate Alchemist? And dare to close the door in his face, completely disregarding the other party?

Looking at Apothecary Zuo again, he was stroking his few goat-like whiskers, his face devoid of sorrow or joy. He seemed to have expected the scene before him and did not show any repulsion toward Steward Leng's attitude.

He seemed accustomed to such scenes.

The King of Hell is easy to see, but his little devils are hard to deal with.

No wonder, no wonder even Steward Xu couldn't invite Pharmacist Leng.

Su Luo smiled coldly, pressed her hand against the door that was about to close, and said with a voice that was firm and laced with coldness: 'Wait!'

To think someone was actually bold enough to stop him? Steward Leng found it incredible. He revealed a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face, his pair of shrewd and arrogant small eyes glaring coldly at Su Luo. He raised his chin haughtily and squinted at Su Luo: 'Where did this yellow-haired girl run from? Are you tired of living?'

What a vulgar and rude steward!

But even though he was so unreasonable, there were still countless people kneeling and begging him to accept the gifts they had painstakingly selected and spent their entire fortunes to purchase. The facts once again proved to Su Luo what a highly respected profession an Alchemist was on this continent.