"Do you have any other recipes?"
Looking at the old apprentice in front of him, Athir suddenly smiled and spoke to him.
"Yes, although there are not many potion formulas, there are still some. They are all found in the secret realm. They are definitely ancient potions."
The old apprentice sorted out his things and asked casually, "Why, you want it?"
"Of course, although these things are no longer useful now, it is still good to learn from some of the knowledge in them." Atier said calmly.
"That's true." The old apprentice nodded in agreement at the counter: "The formula of the medicine often comes with the principle of making the medicine, as well as a lot of knowledge on the use of energy particles, which is quite useful to us."
"If you want, I have four recipes here. According to the selling price given by the academy, the total is 800 magic stones." Looking at Athir, the old apprentice said, "The levels of these potion recipes are all good. Although they are ancient recipes, they can only be sold at this price because of the recent price reduction."
"I understand." Listening to the words of the old apprentice in front of him, Athir nodded and did not choose to bargain.
The counters here are the official sales offices of the college. Although the products are more reliable and the goods are more complete, they are relatively more expensive than outside, and bargaining is not allowed.
Athir directly took out eight high-level magic stones and placed them on the wooden table in front of the counter.
This straightforward attitude surprised the old man in front of him.
But he didn't say anything, just shrugged: "Do you need anything else?"
"You know, because of the exploration of the secret realm some time ago, I now have a very complete range of goods."
Athir nodded and continued to select from the forms one by one.
After several years of settling down, during the time in Gukai City, he successfully accumulated some magic stones by constantly preparing potions. Compared with other third-class apprentices, he was definitely wealthy.
Therefore, here, he did not hesitate and directly ticked many precious materials and purchased some materials that were usually extremely rare.
"What is that?"
After purchasing the materials, Athir suddenly noticed that there was a stall next to the counter with some scattered items on it.
"That's my private stall."
The old apprentice counted the materials and responded, "You know, although many precious things can be unearthed in the secret realm, some things are useless after a long time."
"Invalid potions, incomplete spell templates... basically, these are things that look good but are actually useless."
Looking at Athir, the old apprentice shrugged and said, "Most of these things are useless and worth only a few magic stones, so they are basically treated as waste by the academy. But it's a pity to throw them away. So I collected them and set up a small stall here."
"If you're interested, you can pick something up here. It might be useful to you."
He said to Athir.
Hearing this, Athir nodded and walked aside.
On a huge carpet, many things were lying quietly, and many of them looked a little puzzling.
Looking at the things under his feet, Athir thought for a while and then picked up a black music box.
Ding ding li li...
A few crisp sounds came out from the music box, with a faint intoxicating and unique singing that made people calm down.
Listening to this voice, for some reason, Athir suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
"This music box passed down from ancient times, according to some adults' testing, has some very strange runes inside, which may be from another world. It stores the song of a forest elf tens of thousands of years ago."
Listening to the sound, the old apprentice explained to him casually: "I have tested it. Most of the runes in this music box have been destroyed. The original sleep and calming functions are gone. Even the singing sound sometimes cannot be released."
"But this kind of forest elf has become extinct here, so this music box still has some commemorative and collection value."
Listening to the old apprentice's explanation, Athir nodded, thought for a moment, and wanted to put down the music box in his hand.
For wizards, such things that can neither be used for learning or direct use are basically useless. Except for some guys with a collecting hobby, few people will waste precious magic stones.
However, when he wanted to put down the music box in his hand, his movements suddenly stopped.
Deep in the soul, an inexplicable feeling began to surge, and the coordinates of the world that originally existed in the depths of the soul began to tremble slightly, as if it had sensed something.
He was stunned for a moment, and stopped the action of putting the music box down. He said with an unchanged expression: "This music box is not bad. How many magic stones are there?"
"Three magic stones are enough. They are not valuable anyway."
Listening to Athir's words, the old apprentice said listlessly without even turning his head.
Hearing the price, Athir nodded, stood there thinking for a while, and then put away the music box in his hand.
After putting away the music box, he looked at the large carpet on the floor and began to search casually.
There are actually a lot of materials and things on the ground, but most of them are not practical and can only be collected like the music box just now.
After looking for a long time, he finally saw a few things in a corner.
There were several huge gray bones, lying quietly in the corner.
"What kind of creature's bones are these?"
He showed an interested expression on his face and asked the old apprentice beside him.
"Based on what was found at the time, it should be the bones from a highland giant."
Turning around and glancing at Athir, the old apprentice said casually, "I found this in the laboratory. Because so much time has passed, the flesh and blood on the bones have completely disappeared. Only these few bones are left. I brought them here."
Hearing this, Athir nodded.
Highland Giants, a creature from ancient times, now extinct.
Although this type of highland giant is called a giant, it is not actually a descendant of a giant. Although its strength is good, when it grows up it is only equivalent to an ordinary great knight and is not as good as a bronze behemoth.
The bones in front of us have been preserved in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years. The activity on them has obviously disappeared, and they have lost their value to today's wizards.
However, for Atier, who has the assistance of a chip and is proficient in bloodline knowledge, it is worth a try.
Standing there, after thinking for a while, Athir collected the gray bones and put them aside, then picked up some things from the stall in front of him and prepared to take them away.
"I'll give you ten magic stones in total." After taking a look at the things that Athir took away, including the music box, the old apprentice gave this price.
Hearing the price, Athir nodded, took out a medium-sized magic stone, and placed it quietly on the wooden table in front of the counter.
After paying the bill, he left without hesitation and walked towards his dormitory.
It was already pitch black outside. It was quiet all around, with few figures to be seen, making it seem rather eerie.
After a while, Athir returned to the dormitory, looked at the dark environment around him, and waved.
The surrounding light energy particles are slowly gathering, and under the condensation of the spell template, they are transformed into a beam of light. The soft light quietly illuminates the surroundings.
Looking at the surroundings that suddenly became brighter, Athir nodded with satisfaction.
This small spell was obtained by him in exchange with other apprentices when he was in the Kingdom of Gumodo. It is a basic application of light energy particles. Although it does not have any special effects, it can provide stable lighting and can last for a long time as long as it is not actively canceled.
After doing all this, he walked to his room impatiently, opened the package beside him, and took out the music box.
As he came into contact with the music box again, an inexplicable feeling of palpitations surged in Athir's heart, accompanied by an extremely strong sense of sadness and sorrow.
And deep in his soul, he seemed to sense something, and a world coordinate was trembling slightly.
"Yes, that's the feeling..."
Feeling the instinct coming from the depths of his soul, Athir muttered to himself: "What does it mean?"
He was a little confused.
Although the ability to travel through time is his innate talent, Athir himself has not yet figured out the specific rules behind it.
"Does it take a long time of contact?"
After a while, looking at the black music box in his hand, he guessed.
At this time, the sky outside had completely darkened. Looking at the sky outside, after sitting on the bed and thinking for a while, Athir directly put the music box in his hand and began today's meditation.
Time goes by.
At night, Athir had a dream in which many scenes kept unfolding.
In a forest, a tall and beautiful elf girl wearing moon-colored sleeves appeared quietly.
She has long silver hair that reaches her waist. She walks quietly in the forest with a sweet smile on her face.
"Radel..."
The fragrance of flowers wafted everywhere, and butterflies fluttered quietly. The girl sat on a large smooth stone slab, quietly reciting a person's name, with a happy and sweet smile on her face, as if she was thinking of her lover.
She began to sing songs from afar, recording all her thoughts on a black music box, hoping that she would be able to hear them when her lover returned.
Time goes by, and longing accumulates...until one day, a little blood flower suddenly blooms.
In the girl's chest, a sharp sword pierced directly through the heart, and crimson blood splattered all around.
The girl's sweet singing voice came to an abrupt end, her once beautiful face lost its vitality, and everything stopped here.
In the last scene, behind the girl, a tall shadow quietly drew out the sword, swung it casually, and chopped off the girl's head.
The music box in his hand silently recorded the sound of the sword piercing into flesh and blood, and was slowly soaked by the crimson blood.
(End of this chapter)