Chapitre 865: Stir Fried Pills

Blackie wagged his tail as he walked into the testing venue.

The others seemed to be looking at Blackie in a different light after that. It felt like they were looking at a dumb dog.

"Hey, where did that dog come from? He registered with such a treasure? How dumb is he?"

"He mustn't have known what he had. I think he probably felt like that thing was too smelly and threw it away."

"Those who lack education are so scary. He actually gave away such a treasure."

"The Wisdom Pill Pavilion really profited from that. How lucky!"

…

In their eyes, a dumb dog like that would never be able to refine a pill. It would be relegated!

The testing requirements were to refine a third-grade Elite pill, the Wisdom Merging Pill. It was a feat that was impossible for most alchemists, let alone a dog.

Which meant that Blackie had given up that treasure for no reason.