Chapter 90: Improved spell templates
in the underground market.
Standing there, looking at Grace walking away, Athir seemed to be thinking about something.
Although the other party didn't say much just now, it undoubtedly reminded him of something.
"The Northern Plains..." Athir said to himself.
The so-called Northland Plain, located to the north of Uraldo College, is a large and wide area.
Compared to the south where wizarding organizations are scarce, there are many more wizarding organizations there, and various wizarding organizations and wizarding families have taken root there.
Compared to there, although the area where Uraldo College is located has fewer wizarding organizations, the resources are also scarcer, and many things are not as abundant as in the north.
Although the resources in the north are more abundant, there are also more wizard organizations, and the competition in all aspects is more intense.
The dispute this time broke out between several wizard organizations near Uraldo College on the Northern Plains. No one knows what caused the dispute, but it has not stopped until now and is becoming more and more intense.
"From what Grayla said, the academy might be involved this time. It seems we must pay attention to information in this regard."
Looking at Grace's receding figure, Atier pondered for a while and thought so in his heart.
He took a look around, packed up the things left around, and chose to leave.
After leaving the underground market, he did not choose to return to the dormitory building, but walked towards where Teacher Simora was.
After a while, he came to a huge tower and walked straight in.
Arriving at one of the places, Simora, wearing a familiar black robe, was standing in front of a test bench, observing something.
"Athir, what's the matter?"
He turned his back to Athir and spoke directly without turning around.
"Teacher Simora."
Looking at the other party's background, Athir bowed slightly and said, "I want to buy a potion formula from you."
"After such a long period of study, I have roughly mastered the refining of healing potions. I hope to obtain more formulas to learn."
"oh?"
Listening to Athir's words, Simora turned around and looked at Athir, his face calm: "Athir, you should understand that for a pharmacist, the value of a potion formula is very expensive."
Hearing this, Athir nodded: "I understand."
"very good."
Listening to Athir's words, Simora nodded slightly: "So, what potion formula do you want?"
"A wake-up potion." According to his previous idea, Athir spoke without hesitation.
"It's a very basic and practical potion, although it may be a bit difficult for you to prepare."
Simora pondered for a while before reporting a number: "Four hundred magic stones."
Hearing the price, Atier's face remained calm and he seemed to have no reaction.
Strictly speaking, this value is not expensive, and can even be considered very cheap.
The price of potion formulas is generally very expensive. Even if it is an ancient potion formula that can no longer be refined, it will cost at least a few hundred magic stones to buy it, not to mention a potion formula that can be used.
Although the preparation of the Refreshing Potion is relatively difficult, its value is far above that of ordinary potions due to its superior effects and wide use. It can be bought for a mere 400 magic stones, which is a price that Instructor Simora can only pay because Athir is his student.
After a little thought, Athir took out something from his waist.
Those were four high-grade magic stones with a silver color, which also constituted most of the savings that Athir had accumulated over this period of time. He took them all out at once.
"Deal done."
After casually putting away the four high-level magic stones, Simora nodded and handed a light blue crystal ball to Athir.
Carefully taking the crystal ball, Athir said goodbye to Simora in front of him and walked outside.
As he walked to the door, Teacher Simora's voice sounded again behind him.
"During this period of time, if there is nothing else, do not leave the safe area of the academy."
Athir turned around and looked behind him.
In the spacious laboratory, Simora sat alone on a wooden chair, his thin sleeves swaying quietly, looking a little lonely.
"Also, you don't need to come for future classes. I have already taught you almost everything I can."
A familiar voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of ethereality.
Hearing this, Athir was stunned.
He looked at Simora's back for a long time before leaving the place.
After he left, Simora turned around in front, feeling Athir's receding figure, his cloudy eyes revealing a sense of confusion and indifference.
"Time..."
I don't know what he was thinking about, but the light in his eyes gradually dimmed and he looked like an old man who was about to die.
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"What exactly did Mr. Simora's last words mean..."
Walking on the wide road and thinking about what Simora had said before, Athir felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He learned the courses very quickly. After such a long period of study, he can now make potions independently and can barely study independently.
However, it is not necessarily true that there is nothing more to learn.
As he walked on the road, thinking about the other party's performance during this period of time, Atier's feelings became stronger.
Recently, Simora has been teaching him more and more frequently, and has been teaching him more and more urgently, as if she was afraid that Athir would not be able to learn all the things, so she taught him many things all at once.
During the class, Athir didn't pay much attention to it, but now thinking about it, this was actually some kind of omen.
"I hope nothing happens."
Walking on the road, many thoughts flashed through Athir's mind, and he said in his heart as he looked at the tall tower that was gradually moving away.
Things at the formal wizard level are still too far away for him now and are not something he can get involved in at all.
After calming himself down, he stopped thinking too much and walked straight along the road towards his accommodation.
Returning to the familiar room, he closed the door with a bang, then took out the light blue crystal ball and slowly held it in his palm.
"Chip, organize the transmitted information and transfer it directly into the memory area!"
Feeling the familiar feeling, Athir did not hesitate and spoke directly to the chip in his mind.
After a while, as a large amount of information flooded into his mind, a new potion formula was memorized by Athir.
"The awakening potion is indeed much more difficult to make than the healing potion."
Slowly recalling the new information in his mind, Athir muttered to himself.
Compared with healing potions, the preparation of refreshing potions requires much more materials. Although most of them are not expensive, they are much more difficult to prepare.
"With the Refreshing Potion and the Healing Potion, plus the three recipes that Grace promised, my reserves of potion recipes are sufficient for now."
"Next, we need to strengthen our reserves in spell templates."
Thinking of the news and tips he heard from mentors Grace and Simora, Athir felt a sense of crisis.
The power of wizards is full of mystery. Once a war among surrounding wizard organizations really breaks out, it will undoubtedly make the surrounding area full of danger.
As an apprentice of Urardo College, once Urardo College itself is affected, it is hard to say that he will not be in danger.
Thinking of this, Athir lowered his head and thought: "In terms of spells, due to the lack of magic stones before, and because I focused on pharmacy, I only learned one plant catalysis spell. Now is the time to strengthen my reserves in this area."
"Chip, has the spell digitization task been completed?" he asked the chip in his mind.
"Completed, do you want to display it?" In his mind, the mechanical voice of the chip came into his mind.
"Yes!" Without much hesitation, Athir responded directly.
"Catalysis (Plant System): Can accelerate the growth of plant organisms. Each use consumes 0.3 units of mental power..."
"Beep, the template can be optimized in detail! Do you want to continue optimizing?"
"It can actually be optimized!" Athir was a little surprised when he heard the prompt from the chip in his mind.
But if you think about it, this is normal.
Spell templates are developed by wizards through the organization of knowledge. There are regularities in their construction and they are not random products.
The memory chip itself has powerful computing power. When faced with this kind of template, it is entirely possible to use this powerful computing power to deduce and optimize it, thereby making the template more perfect.
"Optimize." After figuring this out, Atier did not hesitate and directly chose optimization.
"Please select the optimization direction: enhance spell effects, enhance spell template stability, enhance spell template conversion rate..."
"While strengthening the spell effect and conversion rate, the stability of the original template is guaranteed."
After standing there and hesitating for a moment, Athir spoke.
As the basic spell templates provided by the Wizarding Academy, these spells are generally very stable and there is no need to strengthen them.
After all, those who learn these basic templates are basically apprentices, so their control over spells naturally cannot be very good. If the effects produced by the spell templates are unstable, it can easily cause accidental injuries.
"Task one is established, the estimated time required is: eight days..."
In my mind, the mechanical chip prompt sounded again.
Hearing this voice, Athir shook his head: "It seems that I must take more courses in some subjects in the future. The more knowledge I accumulate, the richer the chip database will be, and the better the template effect that can be improved in the end will be."
"But now, let's go replenish our spell reserves."
This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but look out the window.
It was still noon, it was still bright outside, and the sun was hanging high in the sky.
Looking at the weather, Atier changed into a black robe and went straight outside.
(End of this chapter)