Chapter 89 Recipe
Time is passing quickly without you noticing.
Early in the morning, sitting at the head of the bed, Athir opened his eyes and ended his meditation.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 11.3. Agility: 11.5. Constitution: 11.5. Spirit: 4.2."
Familiar body data kept flowing before his eyes, and it looked like nothing had changed from before.
Looking at this data, Athir showed a helpless expression on his face: "More than a month has passed. Compared with the last time, although there has been a little progress, there has been almost no change in mental strength."
Since entering the stage of a second-class apprentice, as the effect of meditation has become weaker and weaker, Athir's progress has become slower and slower, and it seems that he is still a long way from being promoted to a third-class apprentice.
Sitting at the head of the bed, Athir thought for a while and took out a few black beads from a package beside him.
This is a kind of high-energy nodule in the body of an organism. If swallowed during meditation, it can accelerate the meditation to a certain extent.
Looking at these black beads, Atier took one out without hesitation and swallowed it into his mouth without even chewing.
After a few minutes, a unique feeling of excitement began to spread throughout the body, with a sense of comfort and a slight tingling.
Feeling this feeling, Athir closed his eyes again and entered a state of meditation.
A few hours later, when the effect of the black bead was almost exhausted, Athir came out of his meditation state.
Sitting on the bed and feeling it, he found that the effect of meditation this time was obviously much better than before. Just a few hours of meditation was equivalent to the effect of his usual week-long meditation.
"Unfortunately, there aren't many Blackmoth nodules left."
Coming out of meditation, Athir counted the black beads beside him and found only four or five were left.
This kind of black pearl is a scarce commodity. Not only is it expensive, but it is also not always available.
The reason why Athir was able to obtain these was because he had recently established contact with some senior apprentices in the academy because of selling potions, and got some from them, but the quantity was not much.
"We must find other ways to speed up our mental power as soon as possible."
Standing up silently, Atier walked out of the dormitory building, with this thought flashing through his mind.
After several hours of meditation, it was almost noon.
Athir went to the college restaurant, had lunch, and then went straight to the underground market.
When I walked over there and arrived at my stall, there were already some people waiting.
"Athir, you are here."
Seeing Athir coming, a handsome blond young man wearing black and red sleeves in front of the stall greeted him with a smile.
"Grace, I'm sorry I'm a little late."
Looking at the blond young man in front of him, Atier also smiled gently, as if he had met a good friend.
They exchanged a few pleasantries and then got straight to the point.
"Okay, are you ready for the potion I mentioned to you before?"
Looking at Athir, Grace pondered for a while and then spoke.
Hearing this, Athir nodded directly: "It's almost ready."
While speaking, he took out something from the bag beside him.
Those were some ready-packed healing potions, about ten bottles in total, neatly placed on the wooden table in front of the stall, emitting a faint green light.
"There are ten healing potions in total, all of which I made recently."
Standing there, looking at the other party, Athir said: "If you are worried, you can try it on the spot."
"That's not necessary. I have always been confident in your refining ability."
Listening to Athir's words, Grace smiled and said, "According to the agreed price, ten healing potions cost a total of sixty magic stones."
While he was speaking, two grey-robed apprentices stepped forward. One of them put away the potion on the wooden table, while the other placed six medium-sized magic stones on the wooden house.
Seeing that the transaction was over, Athir put away the magic stone on the wooden table, and then looked at Grace in front of him again: "Anything else?"
After the transaction was completed, Grace did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at Athir and said, "Athir, I already have some clues about what you asked me to find out last time."
"Um?"
Listening to the other party's words, Athir came over quickly: "You mean, the formula of the potion?"
"Yes." Seeing Athir's reaction, Grace smiled.
"Last time you asked me to help you find some other potion formulas, I told my family about your request. They took your request very seriously, so we soon had some results."
Standing in front of him, Grace said slowly: "Although we found some, there are some problems with those potion formulas. They are all very old."
"Ancient potion?"
Looking at the other party, Atier asked back with a calm expression.
The so-called ancient potions refer to potion formulas from long ago. Because they are so old, some of these formulas are outdated, some may have hidden dangers, and have long been abandoned by today's wizards.
In addition to these reasons, the most common situation is that because they are too old, many of the materials in these recipes have disappeared in today's wizarding world. Even if you know the recipes, unless you spend a lot of effort to improve them and find alternative materials, they are of no use other than reference.
"Not yet for the ancient potion."
Listening to Athir's words, Grace shook his head and said, "But these recipes are indeed quite old. Although many of the ingredients are not lost, they are indeed difficult to find now.
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"But even so, this is the potion formula, it should be of some help to you."
"What do you want?"
Standing there, after pondering for a while, Athir spoke again.
"One hundred healing potions. I want them within a month."
Looking at Athir, Grace spoke.
"That's impossible."
Upon hearing the other party's conditions, Athir's face slightly changed, and he directly refused: "A full one hundred potions, one month is too tight. Even if I can do it, the academy can't provide so many materials."
An experienced pharmacist can make one finished product out of every five ingredients, but only a few pharmacists can do that. A novice pharmacist needs at least ten ingredients to make one finished product. And if you want to make one hundred potions within a month, you have to work overtime, and the success rate will inevitably decrease with frequent refining.
Normally, if Athir wanted to refine 100 finished products, he would need to prepare at least 1,000 materials. Even if he was in the academy, he probably wouldn't be able to gather so many materials in just one month.
"We have also taken these issues into consideration. You don't have to worry about the materials."
Looking at Athir, Grace said directly: "Our family was originally responsible for supplying medicine materials to several surrounding colleges. Although the materials needed to refine 100 potions are a lot, our family can still provide them."
"In addition, as a reward for this time, in addition to the three potion formulas, we will also pay you a one-time payment of 300 magic stones."
Hearing this condition, Atier's heart moved. He couldn't help but ponder for a while and seemed still hesitant.
To him, the conditions offered by the other party were indeed very attractive.
The three potion formulas were definitely very old, but even if they were ancient potion formulas, they would cost at least two hundred magic stones each. Three formulas would cost at least six hundred magic stones, plus the one-time payment of three hundred magic stones from the other party, which would be a reward of at least nine hundred magic stones.
Moreover, Atier can save a lot of money on materials.
In terms of the supply of materials, the other party must have followed the standard of 10 materials for 1 finished product, but in fact, Athir didn't need so much. With the help of the chip, Athir's success rate in refining medicines was far beyond that of ordinary pharmacists, which could save him a lot of materials.
The materials saved are also a large amount of magic stones, which can also be counted as profit.
Standing there, hesitating for a moment, Athir suddenly became confused: "What do you need so many healing potions for? Although this stuff can heal wounds quickly, under normal circumstances, you don't need so much."
"It's okay to tell you about this. You'll know it soon anyway."
Opposite Athir, Grace shook his head: "You should know the recent situation in the northern plains. Several wizard organizations are in confrontation."
"I know a little." Athir nodded.
"There is a high possibility that a fight will break out there, and the fighting may affect us."
After hesitating for a while, Grace revealed to Athir: "I can't tell you the specific reasons now. You will know after a while, when the wizards sent to the north by our academy return."
Hearing this, Athir frowned subconsciously, and relaxed after a while: "Okay, when can the materials be delivered to me?"
Hearing this, Grace visibly breathed a sigh of relief in front of Athir.
He stood there, looked at Athir and said, "There are more than a thousand materials, which need to be divided into several batches. The first batch will be delivered to you in two days."
"To show our sincerity, I can give you the three hundred magic stones now."
As he spoke, he walked forward and took out three magic stones from his arms.
Different from ordinary magic stones, the size and color of these three magic stones vary slightly. They are silver in color and emit a mysterious fluctuation that is deep and charming.
This is a high-grade magic stone. The high-energy particles contained in it far exceed those of ordinary magic stones.
In order to facilitate conversion, the three pieces in front of you have been calculated and cut, and the value of each piece is exactly equal to one hundred ordinary magic stones.
Looking at the magic stones in front of him, Athir stretched out his hand and directly put away the three magic stones in front of him, and then looked up at Grace in front of him.
"Then it's a pleasure to work with you."
(End of this chapter)