Walking into the familiar underground market, apprentices were walking around intermittently.
Walking among them, Adier was wearing a gray robe and walking with his head lowered, not conspicuous at all among the apprentices around him.
Because they were all wizard apprentices, there wasn't much sound around them, and it was basically quiet, with only the sound of hurried footsteps constantly ringing.
After walking through this area, Adil looked around casually, seeming to be looking for something.
Finally, he stopped at the stall of an old man in black robe.
Feeling Adil's footsteps, in front of Adil's eyes, the old man raised his head and looked at Adil: "What do you need?"
He spoke in a cold voice. It didn't look like he was doing business, but rather like he was chasing people away.
"Some things needed to make potions."
Listening to the other party's voice, Adil didn't take it seriously and spoke directly.
"Heh, another apprentice who wants to make potions."
Listening to Adier's words, the old man in black robe shook his head: "Let me advise you, for those of you who have the magic stones to buy these things, it is better to save money and take more classes, which will help you far more in the future.
These things need to be big.”
"I have been in the academy for so many years, but I have never seen a few apprentices really be able to refine anything. The magic stones in their hands have been wasted."
After listening to Adier's words, the old man in black robe shook his head, looked at him and admonished him.
"If you don't even try, how do you know you're not good?"
Adier's face was calm and he didn't react at all to the other party's admonishment.
Looking at Adier's appearance, the old man in black robes on the opposite side sighed secretly and stopped trying to say anything.
He has seen too many people like him in front of him. At the beginning of each time, he was extremely confident, thinking that he would be able to make potions directly after learning a little knowledge about potions. But in the end, nothing was produced and it was all wasted.
resources.
He just saw that Adier was too young and didn't seem to have a strong background to provide resources, so he tried to persuade him to avoid delaying him.
Seeing that the exhortation was ineffective, he was very direct and took out a lot of equipment from behind him, which looked a bit old: "These are second-hand goods used by past apprentices. Although they are a little old, they are still usable. A total of
Five magic stones."
“Very fair price.”
Listening to the price, Adil nodded.
The equipment required for wizards to refine potions is made from very rare materials and often requires high precision. Generally, a new complete set costs around ten magic stones.
Although the set in front of me may be a little older, at least it is not broken and can still be used. The price of five magic stones is not too expensive.
After roughly testing these instruments and confirming that there were no problems, Adier took out five magic stones from the bag on his waist and quietly placed them in front of the other party.
"Eh..."
Suddenly, the old man in black robe made a sound of surprise.
He looked at Adil's ears and the black hair mixed with silver, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Are you the half-elf in the rumors?"
Suddenly, Adil's movements froze and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He looked at the old man in black robe in front of him. Although his face was calm, there was doubt in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
Looking at Adil's eyes, the old man in black robe said: "Your matter has been spread in the academy recently."
"Many people know that there is a half-elf apprentice in the academy. His talent in pharmacy has been appreciated by Lord Simora."
There was a complex expression on his face, mixed with emotions such as surprise, envy, jealousy, etc., and finally returned to calmness: "If it were you, it would be no wonder. With your talent, it is very easy to start the experiment of refining the potion now.
normal."
In front of him, Adil was completely stunned.
During the long time he has been in the academy, he has been very low-key. In addition to meditating, he attends classes on weekdays. Except for having to accept some tasks due to lack of magic stones, he has not had much communication with other people at all. Naturally, he would not know
these situations.
However, listening to the words of the old man in black robe in front of him, he had a vague understanding in his heart.
If someone carefully pursues these things mentioned by the other party, there is actually no way to hide them.
As a half-elf, Adil is different from ordinary humans. Whether it is his ears that are slightly sharper than ordinary people or his long, pale silver hair, these are things that cannot be concealed. Experienced wizards can distinguish them.
It's normal to come out.
The same is true in pharmacy.
His performance in the pharmacy course was actually watched by other apprentices who were taking the class together, including many apprentices from powerful wizard families. In addition, later on, Instructor Simora showed great importance to him.
Over time, it will naturally leave an impression on some people.
Not to mention anything else, Adil can catch up with those advanced apprentices who have studied pharmacy for more than ten years in just a few months. From basic courses to paid courses, he has never fallen behind. This alone is enough for Adil to succeed in the field.
He has a reputation as a pharmaceutical genius in some people's minds.
However, in a sense, this is not a bad thing.
Regardless of the half-elf bloodline or the status of a pharmacy genius, they all have high value in the eyes of wizards, at least the kind that are more valuable alive than dead. Except for people like Gomorra who want to dissect Adir
Except for the fallen wizard, other high-level officials will protect Adil to a certain extent.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt enlightened and his face became calm again.
"Bring my things."
Looking at the old man in black robe in front of him, Adil spoke directly.
But looking at Adier's appearance, the old man didn't have any objections.
It was obviously the same performance. Before, he would only think that Adil was whimsical, but now, he only felt that Adil was full of confidence, and even had some inexplicable confidence in him.
This is the difference created by the aura of genius.
"Besides a complete set of equipment, what else do you need?"
After silently packing up the things aside, the old man spoke again, this time in a much gentler tone than before.
Standing there, Adil thought for a moment, and then said: "Here are ten more ingredients for the healing potion."
This is a primary potion in pharmacy, and it is also one of the very few potions whose formulas have been made public. It can quickly heal wounds, and is considered one of the primary potions commonly used by wizards.
However, although the potion formula has almost been made public, it is only relatively accessible to wizards and is still not easy for apprentices to obtain.
The reason why Adier had this formula was because Teacher Simora taught him it when he took a paid course in pharmacy.
"Ten parts of the healing potion's ingredients, minus those oddities, I'll give you one magic stone."
In front of him, the old man glanced at Adil and took out a few boxes from the side: "My name is Ella, and I have been in the academy for decades."
"I can't guarantee anything else, but in terms of pharmacy, if you need anything, you can come to me and I will definitely not let you down."