Chapter 623: George’s Offshore Factory (2)

"Dear master pharmacists from Alan Norn, I am pharmacist Merlin. I welcome you on behalf of Noah's Ark. I will spend a happy and fulfilling year on the ship with you."

Merlin, or Uther, the former supreme commander of the Crusades, the undead old father of George's father-in-law Arthur, and the extremely unreliable zombie adjutant hired by George himself in the Negras Empire. At this time, in order to cooperate with George With the arrangement, Uther picked up his past pseudonym and his past alchemy skills.

"What a great alchemy room, it really has everything you need! Wait, there is a forging workshop and alchemy room next door to our alchemy room. I seem to see black shadows in that alchemy room... No! These black shadows are... It’s a lich! Damn it, I’m just here to make money, I’ve never heard of working with a lich, get out of the way, I want to get off the boat!”

Producing blessing alchemy potions is of course the responsibility of the elf pharmacists, but George is not so narrow-minded that his products can only have one category.

During the leisure time when the Negras Empire recalled the reaper men, George also hired Uther to headhunt the lich alchemist he knew at a commission of ten gold coins per head.

For the sake of gold coins, Uther worked hard to pack up all the alchemical lichs he knew in the past and send them to another facility on the Noah's Ark that specialized in refining cursed alchemical potions. In the alchemy room!

"'Don't go outside the designated event venues.' Boss George has said hello to you in advance. He still said that you want to break the contract now, pay a large amount of liquidated damages, and jump off the boat on your own. Back to the port?”

"Don't worry, as long as you don't leave the alchemy room within your scope of activity, no lich will catch you in the alchemy furnace, Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Intimidation, inducement!

Looking at the coastline that was as big as a sesame seed, and then at the cursed alchemy room next door that exuded an ominous atmosphere, these elven pharmacists swallowed, but still did not dare to move their steps.

The pharmacists who can be selected by the Royal Guards are naturally not ordinary people, but their excuses for leaving the Royal Guards are all kinds of. However, in fact, except for those old men who have retired due to their achievements, most of the younger generation who have voluntarily quit the Royal Guards in recent years are soft-footed shrimps who do not want to be brought to the battlefield because of the war.

Sora has a lot of skills, but he is less courageous than a chicken!

These poor people who fell into Uther's hands due to momentary greed finally realized at this moment what kind of black-hearted enterprise they had fallen into. Under George's exploitation, in the next year, these poor people finally realized what kind of black-hearted enterprise they had fallen into. The only option left for these poor people is to work hard!

"Uther, is this the elf pharmacist that George recruited? I hope their productivity is worth staying on this ship, otherwise it would be nice to bring it to me to quench my thirst on the road!"

"Damn it, I've said it several times, Gul'dan, call me Merlin on the ship! If not, you can just call me adjutant!"

"Huh? Old zombie, why should I listen to you? Who are you?"

"You little brat who doesn't know etiquette, who dared to argue with me by borrowing your courage?! Dracula?! Do you want to show off?"

"It's just what I wanted. My bones are loose from the boat ride. I'll use you to warm up!"