A light cloud of smoke rose in the spacious laboratory, accompanied by a slight aroma.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the door of the laboratory, there was a slight knock, followed by footsteps.
"Come in!"
Athir's voice echoed around, and then a crisp sound came from outside the door.
With a creak, the door of the laboratory was quickly opened, and two apprentices wearing black robes embroidered with emerald patterns walked in from outside. Their faces were very respectful: "Lord Athir, we are here to collect this month's share."
"Hmm? There are still about ten days before the medicine is delivered, right?"
Hearing the voice, Athir turned around, looking a little confused.
"This... I'm so sorry..."
The black-robed apprentice looked embarrassed: "The situation on the front line is tight. Lord Aiolia has urged us to gather logistical supplies more than once, so..."
"Again?"
Hearing this, Athir frowned at first, but then he stopped what he was doing and walked to the cabinet nearby.
He took out a large emerald green box from the cabinet beside him and placed it directly on the wooden table beside him.
"Twenty portions of sharpening potion, ten portions of exorcism potion, and ten portions of flying dragon blood."
Athir looked at the apprentice in front of him and said, "This month's quota is all here. Remember to come back next month."
"Yes, excuse me for disturbing you, sir."
Hearing what Athir said, the two black-robed apprentices hurriedly explained, then walked forward and gently opened the green box.
The moment the box was opened, a faint glow emanated from it, and dozens of medicines were displayed directly inside, looking very beautiful.
When they saw these dozens of potions, the two black-robed apprentices breathed a sigh of relief and were very happy: "It seems that there should be no problem in collecting the quota this time."
After testing the medicine and confirming that there was no problem, they handed it over to Athir, then bowed to Athir and left in a hurry.
Standing in the spacious laboratory, looking at the backs of the two apprentices from afar, Athir couldn't help but shake his head, feeling heavy in his heart: "It seems that this war is very fierce."
At this time, half a year had passed since he joined the Emerald Hand. During this time, Athir not only integrated into the Emerald Hand, but also accepted the task of refining potions.
Compared to other tasks, this task is very suitable for Athir. You only need to refine a fixed number of potions and deliver them every period of time to complete the task. It does not take too much time and the rewards are very generous. It is very suitable for wizards like Athir who have a high success rate in refining potions.
At the headquarters of the Emerald Hand, Athir usually made potions to earn black coins, and exchanged them for various advanced knowledge or communicated with other wizards. In the past six months, he had gained a great reputation, and even some wizards from other organizations had heard of his reputation.
This kind of life used to be very stable, but judging from the recent situation, I'm afraid it will end soon.
After packing up his things, Athir walked out.
Just as I walked out of the laboratory door, a roar suddenly came from the distance.
"The last batch of potions was delivered just a few days ago! How dare you bother me again!!"
A crazy roar came from a laboratory nearby, with a hint of madness in the voice and fluctuations of force field.
In a laboratory not far from Athir, the two black-robed apprentices who had come to find Athir were thrown out directly. They flew for a distance of five or six meters before falling heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
From Athir's perspective, he could even see a strange man in a black robe standing aside with a ferocious face, slamming the door shut.
Shaking his head slightly, Atier felt some sympathy for the two apprentices who were thrown out.
Not every wizard is as easy to talk to as Athir. Because they spend a long time in the laboratory doing various experiments, many formal wizards have more or less distorted and extreme psychology, which will explode if they are not careful.
Ignoring this matter, Athir took a look at the area and then walked towards a road.
After he left, the laboratory door behind him closed automatically and tightly.
After leaving the previous laboratory, Athir soon walked to another area.
This is a small villa located on a plain.
Unlike the previous laboratory, although this villa is also located at the headquarters of the Emerald Hand, it is Athir's private property. He bought it several months ago as a place for some private experiments.
When I walked to the gate of the villa, someone was already waiting there.
It was a middle-aged wizard wearing a red robe and a mustache. After seeing Athir, he walked over with an enthusiastic expression: "Athir, you are finally back."
"Tris, long time no see!"
Looking at this man, Athir smiled and said, "Are you here to bring me good news?"
"Of course, it's definitely good news for you."
Triss had a smile on his face.
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."
Seeing the other party say this, Atier was obviously a little curious.
The person in front of him is also a member of the Emerald Hand, but unlike the new member Athir, this wizard has been a member of the Emerald Hand for a long time, and seems to have some connections behind him, so he can get a lot of rare things, such as many rare slaves.
"Come on, my friend, I believe I will satisfy you this time."
Tris clapped his hands and took Athir aside.
After walking for a long time, he stopped at a platform and pointed around: "Athir, look at the goods around here! These were just brought down from the battlefield."
Only then did Athir look around.
On the empty platforms around, there are huge black cages. The cages are made of special alchemical materials and are equipped with special small witchcraft formations to suppress them.
In these black cages, creatures of various sizes sat quietly inside. Some were humans, some were orcs, and some were sea creatures. It looked like a hodgepodge.
In a certain cage, Athir also detected a certain aura, which made him change color immediately: "Official wizard! You can even get an official wizard?"
"Of course he can't be a living, official wizard."
Facing Athir's surprise, Tris shook his head and said, "I can't find a living wizard. There are only two corpses here, and they are incomplete."
After hearing this, Athir's face returned to normal and he followed the other party to the front.
Only when he reached the huge black cage in front of him could Athir see clearly what was inside.
There were two corpses that looked very miserable. One was a human. Its head was missing and many parts and organs of its body were missing. It looked like a bloody mess.
As for the other one, it belonged to a female lizardman wearing leather armor. Her body was also covered in blood. It seemed that she had died from some powerful spell.
"These two bodies were captured on the frontline battlefield. I happened to be in that area at the time and knew you needed these things, so I secretly bought them at a high price."
Speaking of this, Tris had a smug smile on his face: "How about this thing?"
"Name a price." Looking at the two corpses, Athir said.
"One hundred black coins." Looking at Athir, Tris made an offer.
"Are you kidding me?" Athir looked at Tris with a calm expression.
"Of course not."
Tris shrugged: "My prices are always fair. Since I've mentioned this price, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
As he spoke, he walked to the cage nearby, pulled open the black cloth on the cage, and revealed the contents.
A faint chill continued to rise, and an ice coffin appeared, exposed in front of Athir.
And inside the freezing ice coffin, a naked female elf corpse was lying quietly with a dagger piercing her heart.
"This is···"
When he saw the corpse of the female elf, Athir's eyes suddenly became solemn.
"The corpse of an elven royal family, with the rare blood of the ancient moon elves in its body, but it is a precious material that is difficult to obtain."
Tris snapped his fingers: "How?"
"I am very satisfied."
Looking at the other person, a smile appeared on Athir's face.
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"Has the war on the front line become so intense?"
After completing the transaction, while the servants were transporting the corpse, Athir asked.
"Yes." Tris sighed, "For the past six months, I have been traveling on the frontline battlefields. The horrific relics left on the battlefields terrify me."
"The Lizardmen have rioted. The Swamp Principality has declared war on us and has joined forces with the dark wizards of Odo Province to attack us. The orcs in the north are also rioting and are now fighting with the Blackthorn Academy in the north."
"It's the same with the elves in the Silver Mist Forest to the south. They seem to be trying to show up recently as well. They keep gathering information around and seem to be still hesitating."
Speaking of this, Tris also looked helpless.
Unlike other regions, although the power of wizards in the Maisen region is stronger, the conflicts are also more intense. Conflicts often break out between different races and even different wizard organizations, and wars are commonplace.
"Anyway, you should prepare yourself recently."
Tris warned Athir, "The situation around us has become increasingly chaotic recently. Although our Emerald Hand is relatively stable, it seems that there have been some movements recently."
"The organization also wants to join the war?" Athir frowned.
"Not sure yet." Tris smiled bitterly, "How can a formal wizard like me figure out the high-level affairs? At most, I rely on some previous information, which is a little faster than you received it."
"That's true." At this statement, Athir nodded slightly and said no more.
(End of this chapter)