Time flies by, and another two months have passed.
The gray sky is a bit gloomy. The Wizarding Academy is located in a canyon in the misty forest. The sunshine is scarce all year round, and the recent light rain makes it even more cold and windy.
Courtyard 172, in Byron's laboratory.
"Boil the Comorian fire mushroom with water, and then extract 15 grams of juice." On the workbench, Byron looked solemnly, looking at the experimental table in front of him, and at the same time he ordered Enzo: "Prepare 8 ml of red-toothed lizard."
Blood, detoxify it and pour it into the container!"
"Understood!" Enzo replied.
He quickly picked up some Comorian fire mushrooms, boiled them in boiling water, and accurately extracted 15 grams of juice. Then he poured some red-toothed lizard blood from another clay pot for detoxification and purification.
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"Simax, Udoli."
As he uttered syllables one by one, Byron's eyes focused and his mental power turned into threads. After Enzo prepared the Comor Fire Mushroom and Red-Tooth Lizard Blood, he immediately turned on the candlestick to the maximum.
Black flames suddenly rose, licking the bottom of the beaker like a snake's kiss.
The orange-red liquid was boiling and bubbling. After adding the juice of Komor's fire mushroom, it became as viscous as magma, but the temperature dropped suddenly. Byron saw the right opportunity and decisively poured 8 ml of red-toothed lizard blood into it.
Boom! Bah!!
A mushroom cloud-like red gas rose up, but then dispersed in all directions, and a disgusting pungent smell spread out, spreading throughout the entire laboratory.
"Did you fail again?" Byron looked expressionless and dipped his finger in the beaker.
The viscous red liquid was put into his mouth. Byron frowned, a confused look appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself in confusion.
"The amount of agave powder is just right, and the processing of the spiked cactus and red-toothed lizard blood is no problem, but why did the final result fail?"
"Could it be a problem with the dosage of Comor Fire Mushroom?" Enzo asked tentatively.
"Probably not." Byron shook his head, poured the failed potion in the beaker into the trash can, and said with an ugly face, "I have experimented with Comor Fire Mushroom many times before, and 15 grams is the most appropriate dosage.
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"It seems we still need to continue the experiment." Enzo helplessly spread his palms.
In the two months since he became Byron's assistant, except for refining a few batches of low-level potions at the beginning, Enzo spent most of his time researching new potions with Byron.
The research on new potions has always been the most obsessed thing among potion masters.
Since having a concept in his mind five years ago, Byron has started countless experiments and devoted almost all his energy to the research of new potions. However, the new potion was temporarily named [Burning Potion]
But it has never been successful.
But this is not surprising. Even for a potion genius, the development of a new type of potion is bound to be accompanied by countless failures.
Rumor has it that the fourth-level wizard ‘Matildar’ who conquered the shadow world spent more than 200 years developing the [Sleepless Heart] potion!
"Forget it, let's put the matter of the new potion aside for now."
Byron shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"Starting tomorrow, you will not come to the laboratory to report. The college has recently assigned me a mandatory task. I may be away for a few months. I will inform you when I come back."
"Oh? Are you going to perform a mandatory mission?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
"I received the notice yesterday." Byron looked helpless and shook his head. "Since I am a member of [Phantoms of Crows], I have to bear some responsibilities. However, the senior management of the academy also knows that I am not good at fighting, so the tasks assigned are not dangerous.
sex."
"Oh, that's good." Enzo nodded, understanding.
Although mandatory tasks are the responsibilities that every apprentice must bear, to the senior management of the academy, Byron is a potion genius that has not been seen in a century, so there will naturally be special arrangements to prevent him from being put in danger.
After saying goodbye to Byron, Enzo left the laboratory.
"I have spent too much energy on potion research. My mandatory mission should still be three months away. During this period, I should seize the time to improve my strength!" He quickly returned to the dormitory. Before Enzo could enter the door, he heard someone following him.
Say hello yourself.
"Hi, Enzo!" Jorah waved to Enzo.
He seemed to have just come back from outside. He was dressed in a dusty gray robe, his feet were stained with mud, and he had a blood-stained thin sword hanging on his waist, which made him look a bit nondescript.
"Are you out on a mission again?" Enzo looked at the other person up and down.
"Alas! There is no way." Jorah shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Everything in the academy requires magic stones. If you want to improve your strength, you have to take some risks. We are not like you, who serve as assistants to Senior Byron."
It can make money.”
Enzo chuckled and shook his head. What Jorah said was true. It would be difficult to study in a wizard academy without a magic stone, and ordinary apprentices had no way of making money, so they could only take risks and perform tasks outside the academy.
During this period, Jorah formed a team with Burne, Winnie and others and went out to perform missions many times.
Fortunately, they were lucky, and several missions were successful. Jorah also invited Enzo to join the team, but due to the work in the laboratory and the plans he made, Enzo could only refuse.
"So you just came back from outside?" Enzo asked.
"Hey, I just completed a patrol mission and earned 5 magic stones." Qiao La's eyebrows were full of joy and he gestured with his hands and said, "The whole journey went smoothly, but when I came back through the Skinning Forest, I encountered a few baby monsters.
It took so much effort to get rid of them!”
Enzo nodded slightly on the surface, but secretly sighed in his heart.
The patrol mission faces extremely high dangers, but the reward is only 5 magic stones, which are distributed evenly among the team. The profit received by each person is not much at all. Compared with this, the work of a potion assistant is simply heaven.
"By the way, Enzo, do you know about the black market outside the college?" Jorah suddenly looked around, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and said mysteriously, "I recently got a map on the black market. It is said that it is
Leading to an ancient ruins in the Second Age, Bourne and I plan to go exploring, do you want to come with us?"
"Ancient ruins?" Enzo was a little surprised and took the parchment handed over by Jorah.
"Yes, those are the treasures left over from the Second Era!" Jorah said with a sparkle in his eyes and a somewhat excited tone: "We form a team to go on an adventure. If we can find one or two treasures, we will make a fortune."
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Enzo remained silent, staring at the parchment in his hand.
Judging from the lines drawn above, this is indeed a map, showing the address of an ancient ruins in a place marked with a red circle.
"Could something bought on the black market be genuine?" Enzo was confused and ordered the chip to be scanned.
"Ding! Scanning target: Suspected map, made of ordinary goatskin, without any trace of magic energy!"
"Sure enough, how could a map made of ordinary goatskin involve ancient ruins from the Second Era?" Enzo shook his head helplessly, returned the parchment to Jorah, and asked, "How much did you spend on this map?"
Magic stone?"
"I spent 2 magic stones, what happened?" Jorah scratched his head.
"If a map is truly handed down from the Second Era to this day, how could it be made of ordinary sheepskin?" Enzo spread his palms and said earnestly, "Next time you meet the person who sells your map, remember to give him a smile on his face.
