"Although these healing potions are worth a large sum of magic stones, they cannot be taken out immediately."
Looking at the potion in front of him, Athir stood there and said to himself: "Although I have shown excellent talent in pharmacy and am considered a pharmacy genius in the eyes of others. But studying in class and refining potions are two different things."
"Under normal circumstances, no matter how talented I am, I still need to try a few more times and fail for a period of time before I can come up with a finished product."
"But even if you don't sell these medicines, it's a good idea to keep them for yourself."
In an instant, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Athir's mind.
He walked to the front, processed the prepared medicine, carefully placed it in a special crystal bottle and sealed it, then he dealt with the debris left around and cleaned up the entire laboratory.
After the laboratory returned to its original state, Athir looked around and then walked away.
In the following days, in order to disguise the illusion of failure in refining the potion, Athir continued to buy the materials needed for the healing potion from the underground market and pretended to be refining it continuously.
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Half a month later.
At noon, Athir walked into the laboratory where the teaching area was located.
This is an advanced laboratory specially built for teaching. It is specially set up to teach some advanced subjects that require personal experiments. You can only enter it when you reach the stage of paid courses.
Walking in, Simora was wearing a black robe, with a frown on his face, looking calm, and was looking at the test bench in front of him.
"Athir, you are here."
Hearing the footsteps of Athir coming in, Simora's expression remained unchanged and he spoke quietly.
He turned slightly and faced Athir: "How are the recent experiments going?"
He asked this while standing there and looking at Athir.
This is also routine.
After entering the later courses, he needs to cooperate with personal refining in order to teach better. Therefore, in the past month, he would ask once every time in class.
"Teacher Simora, I can already refine the finished product!!"
Standing in front of Simola and looking at him, Atier first took a deep breath, then a slightly "excited" expression appeared on his face, and he looked at Simola in front of him and spoke loudly.
"It's okay, you're still young..."
Hearing Athir's words, Simora, who was standing in front of him, couldn't help but be stunned, and the words of comfort that were about to come out of her mouth couldn't help but stop.
"Have you already refined the finished product?"
He looked at Athir and couldn't help but confirm it out loud.
In front of him, Athir nodded excitedly: "Yes."
When the other party asked, he took out a small tube of medicine from his waist, which contained a healing potion he had specially prepared.
Compared with those he had concocted before, this potion could only be said to be barely successful, and every aspect of the potion was relatively poor.
Taking the medicine in front of him, Simora took it to the test bench beside him and looked at it casually.
After seeing the quality of the potion, he couldn't help but frown: "From the use of materials to the reaction of spell particles, there were many errors. Although it succeeded in the end, it can only be said to be barely successful."
"But it's still a successful potion."
At this point, a rare smile appeared on his face: "For a pharmacist to refine a potion, the most difficult thing is the first time. After the first success, you just need to grasp the feeling and you will be able to succeed again and again."
"Congratulations, Athir."
He put down the potion in his hand, smiled, and congratulated Athir.
"Thank you, Mr. Simora."
Athir's face was excited. He looked at Simora in front of him and responded loudly.
"Very good." Looking at Athir's appearance, Simora nodded: "Since you can successfully refine the potion, our class also needs to be adjusted."
"Also, you can take this bottle of healing potion out to sell. Although it may not look very good, it is still an income for you after all."
Looking at the student in front of him, Simora couldn't help but remind him with a smile.
After a few hours, the class ended.
Athir, dressed in a black robe, walked out of the laboratory quickly with a calm expression on his face.
"Since Teacher Simora already knows about this, it should be no problem to sell some potions appropriately from now on."
Walking on the road, Athir thought quietly in his heart.
After walking a long way, he arrived at the familiar underground market.
Apprentices walked by from time to time, most of them seemed to be in a hurry, and only a few were wandering around.
After looking around, Athir walked straight to his stall.
When he arrived at the place, he put his things down directly, then sat aside and started taking out the things he wanted to sell.
These are two bottles of healing potions, both of which are of poor quality. They are now packed in special glass bottles and placed quietly on the wooden table in front of the stall.
After arranging everything, Athir looked around, thought for a moment, took out a piece of cloth from the package, and wrote a few words on it in ancient Sis language.
"Long-term sale of healing potions."
After looking at his own handwriting, Atier hung the cloth directly on the stall, then sat in his seat, quietly waiting for other apprentices to pass by.
Athir originally thought that it might take a long time to sell these bottles of healing potions.
After all, although wizard potions are scarce, these bottles of potions were specially taken out by him and are of very low quality. It may be difficult to find suitable traffickers to sell them.
However, he obviously underestimated the shortage of potions in the academy and the apprentices' demand for potions.
In less than ten minutes, the three bottles of potion were bought by someone, and they were sold at the market price of five magic stones each.
Standing there, holding the magic stone in his hand, Athir thought thoughtfully: "It seems that I still underestimated the scarcity of potions in the academy. Even the elementary potions have reached this level."
But it's normal when you think about it.
According to what Athir had observed, in Uraldo College, apart from Simora, the official wizard who could make potions, there seemed to be no other wizard who could make potions.
Except for some necessary potions that the academy prepares itself, other potions seem to be obtained through exchanges and trade with other wizarding organizations, so the prices are naturally higher.
After all, Simora is an official wizard. Even if he refines potions, he would only refine more advanced potions. Even if he refines these basic potions, he would definitely not be able to refine many.
"Think about it this way. It's hard to say about those advanced potions, but there will undoubtedly be a big gap in the academy for these elementary potions."
Thinking of this, Athir's eyes lit up slightly.
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