The moment Mr. Royce saw the alchemy cauldron, he wilted. As he walked to the cauldron with his name on it, he cheered himself on. "It's okay. I can do it."
In order to prepare for this year's annual assessment, Mr. Royce had worked hard for a very long time. He had been practicing with Michael for several days in the alchemy training room in the dormitory. During this period, he scrapped a lot of alchemy materials and even caused the cauldron to explode more than ten times. Those who did not know better would think he was bombing the academy dormitory.
At first, the other mage apprentices living in the same dormitory building held back and said nothing. It was not until Mr. Royce recited the wrong spell again that a big hole was blown up in the dormitory's practice room. Finally, a few mage apprentices couldn't stand it anymore. They came to Mr. Royce and begged him not to practice alchemy in the dormitory. Other people would only waste alchemy materials when they practiced alchemy, but Mr. Royce was simply making bombs.
"If you continue practicing, our dormitory building will collapse!" The apprentice who had rushed over begged with a bitter face. "All of us apprentices had to pay for it together! Moreover, the spiritual pets and spiritual plants we have painstakingly raised are all in this dormitory building. If the dormitory building is gone, there will be nothing left."
"Please be merciful and spare us. You can have anything you want as long as you don't practice alchemy in the dormitory building. Why don't you try going to the back of the mountain in the academy? It's more spacious there, and the scenery is good."
"Yes, as long as you agree. We'll help you deliver the cauldron," another skinny apprentice said.
"No, no, you don't need your own cauldron." The apprentice next to him hurriedly interrupted him. "As long as it gets your approval, we will give you our best cauldron. We'll help you set it up at the back of the mountain of the academy, and we'll also give you the alchemy materials. I beg you to stop practicing alchemy in the academy dormitory."
Mr. Royce didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to agree to their request.
Seeing Mr. Royce nod, the apprentices immediately acted as if they had been pardoned. A group hurriedly sent the magic cauldron and alchemy materials to the backyard of the academy while another group escorted Mr. Royce over.
Mr. Royce knew very well that no matter how dissatisfied these apprentices were, the main reason why they did not dare to speak up was that Michael was standing at the side.
In this academy and world where everything was divided by magic power, mages had the ability to suppress apprentices. Therefore, these people did not dare to offend Michael, nor did they dare to offend Michael's friends, which included Mr. Royce. In addition, Michael had just chased away Miller's gang, who had bullied everyone not long ago. Now, many apprentices held Michael in high regard, and their tolerance for his friends had increased by a thousand times.
Otherwise, if other apprentices did alchemy like Mr. Royce, they would have been thrown out long ago.
Because of this, Mr. Royce had been practicing alchemy harder than ever. He went out to practice at five or six in the morning and didn't return until late at night. He hoped to prove to others that he was not bad himself.
He wasn't the trash who relied on Michael, nor was he a useless mage, save for talismans. Some people even mocked Mr. Royce and asked him to change his profession to become a charmer.
At the Alchemy assessment site.
The examiner explained the project of this assessment. In fact, it was a very simple and basic alchemical formula. Almost all apprentices who had just started could make it. However, one should not underestimate these formulas because of this.
This kind of basic styled alchemy formula actually tested the mage's alchemy ability the most. Mages with different abilities could make different potions.
Generally speaking, the higher the level and talent of the mage, the better the potion's effect would be.
For example, the same healing potion formula used the same alchemy materials. An ordinary mage might only be able to concoct a normal healing potion that could only be used to treat minor injuries. However, Michael was able to concoct a high-grade healing potion that could bring the dead back to life.
As for Mr. Royce?
No matter what alchemy formula he took, the result would be the same. It was already considered extraordinary that he did not explode the cauldron. If he could refine an ordinary alchemy potion, it would be even more blessed by his ancestors.
After hearing the alchemy requirements, Michael casually began alchemy. He first lit a fire under the cauldron, and the magical flame quickly sprang up, and then under Michael's command, it gently swirled around the bottom of the cauldron. Wisps of white gas floated up from the pot, symbolizing everything was perfect.
Foxtail grass, fluorescent stone, magic water...
One alchemy material after another followed Michael's command and gracefully jumped into the cauldron. Meanwhile, Michael was reciting an alchemy incantation.
Kanal flapped his wings beside the cauldron, flying in the air along with the bubbles rising, injecting magic power into the alchemy.
From a distance, the handsome young man with slightly pale skin stirred the wooden spoon, complementing the pale green magic atmosphere. It was simply a delightful visual feast.
This level of alchemy was extremely easy for Michael. He even had the time to secretly transfer some magic power to Mr. Royce's cauldron when the invigilator was not paying attention. Help Mr. Royce cheat without attracting attention.
Actually, even if the invigilator found out, he would turn a blind eye. After all, Mr. Royce's talisman ability was too powerful. Everyone cherished his talisman talent and did not want him to be eliminated easily.
Moreover, a certain examinee's alchemy cauldron exploded at the alchemy examination venue, destroying the examination room. Not only did the post-repair of the assessment room and equipment require a lot of money and time. If other academies discovered this matter and made a big fuss about it, it would also have a terrible impact on Demiker Academy's reputation.
Other people wouldn't care if Mr. Royce's talent was too poor. They would only think that the academy was too bad to actually teach such a bad student.
Carl's alchemy was relatively standard, and he was currently carrying out an ordinary alchemy process.
Mr. Royce, on the other hand, was in much more trouble. Fortunately, the questions for this assessment had been practiced over the past few days. So Mr. Royce's spell was perfectly correct, but he could not use his wand to direct the alchemical materials into the cauldron.
As he chanted the incantation, he hurriedly threw the alchemy materials into the cauldron.
Where did the foxtail grass go? He searched anxiously. His spirit pet, the owl, was also flying around and busy with its master. It grabbed the materials from the cabinet and threw them into the pot.
In the end, a few feathers fell into the cauldron. If Michael had not secretly sent magic power over, Mr. Royce's cauldron would have exploded on the spot.
In the end, with Michael's help and the invigilator's protection, Mr. Royce finally completed his task, concocting a low-level healing potion.