The Head of the Apothecary Magi Field Part I

The old man in the gray cloak appeared above Merlin's head.

Only his voice could terrify people.

Green alphabet power with faint magical letters was swirling around the old man's body faintly. This unimaginably immense power encompassed the entire peak of this mountain.

Merlin tried to suppress his excitement.

“I never thought I'd come across such a surprise. What a small world—meeting the old wanderer here.” Merlin secretly groaned in his heart.

Who would have thought that he would meet the wandering gray-cloaked Alphabet User of the human realm at the Field of the Apothecary?

He was actually a member of this field. So that was why he was able to alchemize this world’s herbs into Xian herbs.

The little boy carefully controlled his emotions. His face did not show the slightest fear of the old man's power.

“Greetings, Regulator,” Merlin said with a smile.

How could he act like sneaking into this herb garden wasn't such a big deal?

The old man's face darkened.