enters the familiar underground market, with apprentices walking around intermittently.
Walking among them, Atier was wearing a gray robe and walking with his head down. He was not conspicuous at all among the apprentices around him.
Because they were all wizard apprentices, there were not many sounds around, and it was basically very quiet, with only the sound of hurried footsteps.
Walking through this area, Athir looked around casually, as if looking for something.
Finally, he stopped at the stall of an old man in a black robe.
Feeling the footsteps of Athir, the old man raised his head and looked at Athir: "What do you need?"
He spoke in a cold voice, which did not sound like he was doing business but rather like he was chasing someone away.
"Some things needed to make potions."
Hearing the other party's voice, Atier didn't care and spoke directly.
"Heh, another apprentice who wants to make potions."
Listening to Athir's words, the old man in black robe shook his head and said, "I advise you that for people like you, it is better to save the magic stones you have to buy these things and take a few more classes. It will be much more helpful to your future than these things."
"I've been in the academy for so many years, but I've never seen a few apprentices actually refine anything. They've just wasted the magic stones in their hands."
Listening to Athir's words, the old man in black robe shook his head and looked at him and admonished him.
"If you don't even try, how do you know you can't do it?"
Athir's face was calm, and he did not react at all to the other party's admonition.
Looking at Athir's appearance, the old man in black robe opposite him sighed secretly and no longer tried to say anything.
He had seen too many people like this. Every time they started out, they were extremely confident, thinking that they could start making potions directly after learning a little bit of alchemy knowledge, but in the end, they still produced nothing and wasted resources in vain.
He just saw that Athir was too young and didn't seem to have a strong background to provide resources, so he spoke up to persuade him to avoid delaying himself.
Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, he was very direct and took out a large pile of equipment from behind him. They looked a bit old. "These are second-hand goods used by past apprentices. Although they are a bit old, they can still be used. There are five magic stones in total."
"Very fair price."
Hearing the price, Athir nodded.
The equipment that wizards need to refine potions is made of very rare materials and often requires very high precision. Generally, a new set costs about ten magic stones.
Although the set in front of me may be a little old, at least it is not broken and can still be used. The price of five magic stones is not too expensive.
After roughly testing these instruments and confirming that there were no problems, Athir took out five magic stones from the cloth bag on his waist and quietly placed them in front of the other party.
"Eh…"
Suddenly, the old man in black robe uttered a sound of surprise.
He looked at Athir's ears and his black hair mixed with silver, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Are you the half-elf in the rumors?"
Suddenly, Athir's movements froze and he was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the old man in black robe in front of him. Although his face was calm, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
Looking at Athir's eyes, the old man in black robe said, "Your story has spread throughout the academy recently."
"Many people know that a half-elf apprentice has appeared in the academy. He has a strong talent in alchemy and has been appreciated by Lord Simora."
A complex expression appeared on his face, mixed with realization, envy, jealousy and other emotions, and finally he calmed down: "If it's you, then it's no wonder. With your talent, it's normal to start the experiment of potion refining now."
In front of him, Athir was completely stunned.
During the time since entering the academy, he has been very low-key. Apart from meditation, he usually attends classes. Except for having to accept some tasks due to lack of magic stones, he has not had much communication with other people and naturally does not know about these situations.
However, listening to the words of the old man in black robe in front of him, he had a vague understanding in his heart.
If someone carefully investigates the things the other party said, they will find that they cannot be concealed at all.
As a half-elf, Athir is different from ordinary humans. His ears are slightly sharper than those of ordinary people, and his long light silver hair is something that cannot be concealed. It is normal for an experienced wizard to be able to tell the difference.
The same is true in pharmacy.
His performance in the pharmacy course was actually watched by other apprentices who were taking the same class, including some who were from powerful wizard families. In addition, mentor Simora later showed his attention to him, so naturally, over time, it would leave an impression on some people.
Apart from anything else, Athir was able to catch up with those advanced apprentices who had studied pharmacy for more than ten years in just a few months, and he had never fallen behind from basic courses to paid courses. This alone was enough to make Athir leave a reputation as a pharmacy genius in the minds of some people.
In a sense, though, this isn't a bad thing.
Whether it was half-elf blood or the identity of a genius in alchemy, they were both of high value in the eyes of wizards, at least they were more valuable alive than dead. Except for wizards like Gemora who wanted to dissect Athir, other high-ranking officials would protect Athir to a certain extent.
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized and his face returned to calm.
"Bring my things here."
Looking at the old man in black robe in front of him, Atier spoke directly.
However, looking at Athir's appearance, the old man had no objection.
It was obviously the same performance, but before, he only thought that Athir was dreaming, but now, he only felt that Athir was full of confidence, and even had a little confidence in him inexplicably.
This is the difference created by the aura of genius.
"Besides a full set of equipment, what else do you need?"
After quietly packing up the things beside him, the old man spoke again. Compared with the previous time, his tone was much softer this time.
Standing there, Athir thought for a moment, and then said, "Give me ten more ingredients for the healing potion."
This is a basic potion in alchemy and one of the very few potions whose formula has been made public. It can heal wounds quickly and is considered one of the basic potions commonly used by wizards.
However, although the potion formula is almost public, it is only available to wizards and is still not easy for apprentices to obtain.
The reason why Athir knew this formula was that it was taught to him by Teacher Simora when he was taking the paid pharmacy course.
"Material for ten healing potions. Take away the odds and I'll give you one magic stone."
In front of him, the old man glanced at Athir and took out a few boxes from the side: "My name is Ella, and I have been in the academy for decades."
"I can't guarantee anything else, but if you need anything in pharmacy, you can come and see me. I will definitely not let you down."
He looked at Athir and said so.
(End of this chapter)