In the early morning, the sun shines on the earth.
Outside the fields, Athir and his men were walking on a deserted path.
Compared to when he came here before, there were a few more people behind him this time.
The three young boys and girls, two boys and one girl, were led by an ordinary-looking boy with blond hair.
These three people are one of the gains of Athir's trip. According to the detection of the chip, they all have certain knight qualifications.
As for the ordinary-looking blond boy, his name is Stanir, and he is Thor's child. It seems that he was not very favored before, but unexpectedly he was chosen by Athir this time.
In order to select as many qualified people as possible from the family, Thor gathered almost all the members of the family, and finally selected these three people.
Athir was quite satisfied with these three people.
He has now reached a critical point, and after being promoted to a formal wizard, he may leave this world frequently in the future.
But after he leaves, some people will still need to stay here to help him collect the resources and knowledge of this world.
The apprentices who are still in their growth stage are very suitable.
With Athir's guidance, it will only take some time for these people to grow up and help Athir take root in this world.
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Time passed unknowingly and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
In the dim and cold laboratory, standing in front of the test bench, Athir was holding a batch of materials in his hands, concentrating on refining the potion in his hands.
A faint fragrance soon came from in front of me, with a slight shaking of energy particles and a familiar breath.
Feeling this unique taste, Athir's face lit up with joy: "Success!"
Standing in front of the test bench, he carefully placed the successfully refined potion in a special glass bottle and put it aside.
"I was lucky. I got 100 grams of materials and finally refined three finished products."
Standing in front of the test bench, while cleaning up the waste in front of him, Athir looked at the three bottles of potion on the side with some excitement.
I don't know if it's because he's become more skilled, but this time, Atier's success rate in refining the Spirit Drop Potion is much better than last time. He was able to produce three finished products with ten materials, and the success rate is close to one third.
If other pharmacists knew Athir's success rate, they would be extremely surprised, even in disbelief.
After cleaning up the waste in front of him and clearing the test bench, Athir took three bottles of black ink-like potions in his hands, then turned around and walked out.
After walking for a distance, he came to his room and locked the door.
Sitting on the bedside, he picked up a bottle of medicine and drank it without even looking at it.
A familiar sense of excitement surged through my body, bringing with it an extremely awkward feeling.
But this time, because he had already had this experience last time, Athir just took a deep breath and quickly entered a state of meditation.
In the dim spiritual sea, the spiritual power like the sea water is still constantly fluctuating, and is slowly growing under the effect of the medicine.
"The subject is affected by unknown stimulation, and body organs begin to fail... mental strength begins to increase..." A mechanical chip prompt sounded in the mind.
A full half hour passed before Athir ended his meditation and came out of that hazy feeling.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 14.1 (14.8). Agility: 14.9 (15.4). Constitution: 14.6 (15.2). Spirit: 12.8."
Before my eyes, the familiar body data reappeared.
"This time, the mental strength only increased by 0.6?"
Looking at his own physical data and feeling the familiar pain coming from his body, Athir shook his head to dispel the hallucination caused by taking the drops of spiritual potion: "In addition to the reduction of the effect of mental power growth, the damage to the body is also much smaller than last time. It should be that the body has developed resistance to the drug."
Standing up from the bed, Athir asked the chip in his mind, "Chip, based on the existing data, simulate the success rate of being promoted to a formal wizard."
"The estimated success rate for becoming an official wizard is 84.3%..." Not long after, the mechanical voice of the chip in his mind rang again.
"The effect is quite good."
Hearing this success rate, Athir nodded in satisfaction: "There are still two bottles of drops of spiritual potion. After they are all used up and you recuperate for a while, you can try to be promoted to a formal wizard."
Although he thought so in his mind, he had no intention of taking the two bottles of medicine immediately.
The use of the drops of spirit potion will cause great harm to the body, but on the other hand, the better the physical condition, the better the effect of the potion will be.
Atier had just finished taking a bottle of potion and was now in a weak period after using the Drop of Spirit Potion. If he used the remaining potion immediately, it would not only result in some waste but would also likely cause some irreversible damage to his body.
It just takes a period of recuperation, and Athir can afford to wait for this period of time.
Soon, time passed like running water, and in the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 14.8. Agility: 15.4. Constitution: 15.2. Spirit: 13.6."
Standing quietly in the laboratory, the familiar attribute panel appeared again in my mind. Compared with a month ago, my mental strength increased by 0.8 again.
During this period of time, Atier not only used up the remaining two bottles of potion, but also healed the damage caused by the potion to his body and adjusted his overall condition to a peak.
"The estimated success rate of becoming an official wizard is: 88.5%..." The mechanical chip prompt sounded again in my mind.
"Close to a 90% success rate..."
Hearing this success rate, Athir nodded first, and then said with some regret: "Unfortunately, my body has developed resistance to the spirit potion. Unless I can find other potion formulas to increase mental power, no matter how much I take it, it won't increase my mental power much."
After all, there are no limits on the use of medicines. For example, if you take too much of a medicine like the Di Ling potion, it will easily cause the body to develop drug resistance. No matter how much you take it, the effect will not be as good as before, and it may even be completely ineffective.
If the Soul Drop Potion had not become ineffective, Atier would definitely find a way to refine some more potions to increase his chances of success in promotion as much as possible.
"Although there is still some risk, a probability of nearly 90% is enough. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be no problem in becoming a formal wizard."
Thinking of this, Athir made up his mind, and then made a decision in his heart: "Arrange the things around me, and then start the promotion immediately!"
Having made up his mind, he turned around and walked out of his laboratory.
"Sir, you're out." As I walked outside, Bonnie's familiar voice came over.
At this moment, she was standing in front of the door of the laboratory, wearing a white long dress, which matched her pretty face and made her look very charming.
But looking at her, Atir didn't have any extra thoughts in his mind, and said directly: "Go and notify Sidm, Sid and the others to come to see me!"
After listening to Athir's words, Bonnie quickly walked out, apparently to give notice.
Looking at her back, Athir stood for a while, and then walked in another direction.
After a while, he came to the hall, where Sid, Siddam and others were already waiting there.
"Sir, you're looking for us?"
Seeing Athir coming, Xidem and his companions spoke to Athir with respect on their faces.
"I have an experiment recently, which may take some time, so some things need to be dealt with in advance."
Walking in the hall, looking at Xidem and the others, Athir said without further ado, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me now."
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After listening to Athir's words, Sid hesitated for a while, but still spoke first: "There is nothing happening around the manor recently, but there are some problems in the village outside."
"Because of your order, my lord, our territory has begun to accept those wanderers and allow them to exchange some things in the wild for food. The food stored in our manor has been consumed a little too quickly. If this continues, there may be some impact."
He asked the question with some hesitation.
"Is it a food problem?"
Hearing his words, Athir was a little surprised.
Since becoming the lord of this territory, in order to better collect the resources of this world, he made special arrangements. As long as someone can find certain materials, they can exchange them for some things in the manor, such as food and seeds for farming.
For Athir, this deal was very profitable. The materials he collected were basically things that were useful to wizards. In the wizarding world, they were measured in magic stones. Now he could exchange them for just some food, so it was a natural conversion.
Judging from what Sid has reported now, the effect is obviously very good.
"Don't worry about food for now."
After a pause, Athir nodded and said, "I will write to Lord Thor and ask him to send someone to get some food. As long as we can hold on for a few more months, we can wait for the grain harvest, and then there will be no problem."
Hearing this, Sid nodded respectfully and said nothing more.
"Sydem, where are you?"
After solving this problem, Athir turned and looked at Sidum.
Under Athir's gaze, Sidham was a little nervous, but he still walked up and reported some things to Athir.
In the hall, after dealing with these things, Atier took people for a walk around the area and only returned to the laboratory after confirming that there were no major problems.
(End of this chapter)