Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 459 The Preciousness of Knowledge

"What is the Dew of the Soul?" Yaro asked in confusion.

The old man sighed, "The Dew of the Soul can be said to be the greatest treasure in the world."

Yaro: "..."

You're telling me this?

“Mr. Arthas, please tell me directly how much you want and what you need it for.” Yaro gestured for the old man to keep things simple and not to try to raise the price.

The old man countered, "Do you know what the biggest difference is between a formal wizard and us?"

"How did you manage to bring up the topic of formal wizards? Let me make this clear: even if you rave about it, I don't have much money. Do you remember that bottle of low-grade swamp antidote I bought from you a few days ago? I paid for it with magic stones!" Yaro was truly exasperated.

The old man explained, "It's not that I want to bring up formal wizards, but the Soul Dew potion... well, you can't call it a potion, it's a pure treasure, and this kind of treasure is of great importance to formal wizards."

Is it of great importance to formal wizards?
Could it also replenish the spiritual power of the protective pendant?
Yaro finally showed some interest: "Why do you say that?"

"Because this kind of treasure can only be produced in some very special alternate dimensions, and apart from that, only a very few alchemy masters know how to make it. Moreover, if you can obtain this potion, your success rate in advancing to a formal wizard will also increase greatly!"

"It's actually related to advancing to a formal wizard?"

It's foreseeable that such a treasure is beyond my current financial means.

However, Yaro's interest was much higher.

With a few skill points, the remaining tricks were no challenge for Yaro, and becoming a senior wizard apprentice was just around the corner. The rest, naturally, was to pursue becoming a full-fledged wizard.

Therefore, this type of information is crucial for Yarrow.

“Old Master Arthas, could you tell me more about this? Yes, it’s about the formal wizards,” Yaro asked earnestly.

The old man chuckled and then said, "Five magic stones."

“Okay.” Yaro readily agreed and decisively took out five magic stones from his pocket and handed them to the old man.

Then Yaro asked, "Don't we all have souls? Not to mention us, I once met a soul who was an ordinary person in life, and she still has a soul after she died."

The old man weighed the magic stone in his hand, seemingly using magic to examine it. After confirming it was genuine, he put it away and looked up, saying, "What you're talking about isn't a soul, it's a wandering spirit."

"A wandering soul? Isn't that the same as a spirit?" Yaro asked, puzzled.

"Of course not! Yue, do you know about the enchanted artifact 'Seed of the Puppeteer'?"

Yaro nodded: "I've heard of it. Once this thing is planted in an opponent's body, it can directly control the enemy's body. However, it can only control the body, not the enemy's consciousness. So it sounds scary, but it doesn't actually have much effect."

If the enemy's consciousness cannot be controlled, the enemy can continue to use witchcraft to attack. Therefore, this kind of treasure can only be used by low-level apprentices who are not skilled in magic, or knights who cannot cast spells at all.

When Kenan Nabi's followers attacked Yaro, they carried with them a secret treasure called the 'Seed of the Puppeteer,' which Yaro later secretly sold.

The old man nodded and said, "Which is your true intention: to control your body and do things yourself, or to have your body controlled by someone using the 'Puppet Master's Seed'?"

“Isn’t that obvious?” Yaro explained. “When the ‘Seed of the Puppet Master’ controls the body, one is not in control of their own body, and what they do is naturally not what they want.”

"That's right, it's something beyond one's control. A dead soul is a fragment of a soul whose personality and nature have been affected by necromancy or other types of void energy."

Therefore, no matter how good a person was in life, once they become a ghost, they will hate life and want to kill the living things in front of them.

Similarly, there are the fire-type, volatile, vengeful Flame Soul, and the ice-type, cold-hearted Snow Woman.

"Well, consider this knowledge a free gift to you."

The old man then said, "The soul of a formal wizard is himself. If the dead are puppets controlled by the magic of the void, then the soul of a formal wizard is the master of the magic of the void..."

Listening to Arthas's explanation, Aro immediately thought of the mind tree theory he had seen in Morton's notes.

Morton divided a person’s consciousness into the main consciousness and the secondary consciousness, which influence and complement each other.

While the main consciousness cannot be directly altered, distracting thoughts can easily influence it, because distracting thoughts are divided into 'body perception', 'past memories (both physical and mental)', and 'various fragmented thoughts'.

To explain it simply using Merton's theory:

Undead: Controlled by a different kind of void magic, all distracting thoughts are provided by the void magic.

Formal Wizard: Able to control void magic and construct a magical body that is almost identical to the previous one, while retaining the same mindset, thus maintaining the original self.

This largely aligns with what Yaro knew before. His mother had also said that the process of a senior apprentice breaking through to become a full-fledged wizard was like climbing up a rope called 'Void Magic'.

It is foreseeable that the key to becoming a formal wizard is to have absolute control over magic. Without sufficient control, one cannot create a magical replica that is exactly the same as one's own thoughts.

"What does this have to do with the Dew of the Soul?" Yaro asked, puzzled.

The old man succinctly stated: "The dew of the soul can strengthen the soul."

understood!

It truly is the perfect potion for the soul of the wooden ball.

At the same time, it is indeed the greatest treasure in the world for any apprentice who wants to become a formal wizard!

Furthermore, if Morton's theory is correct enough, the mother's spiritual power in the pendant could very well be a distracting thought, which could also be replenished by this treasure—or there might be unexpected consequences, such as the creation of an extra mother.

"Mr. Arthas, do you sell this kind of potion here...?"

Well, that seems unlikely.

Yaro then added, "Do you know where I can get this potion?" The old man looked on with reminiscence, "I do know a little, because when I was young, my family spent a lot of money to hire a master apothecary to help me refine Soul Dew. That master apothecary even opened up the study and let me read books in there for several days."

"You actually obtained the Soul Dew? Then why did you..." Yaro paused at this point.

"Why not a formal wizard?"

The old man smiled nonchalantly.

"I was so engrossed in reading that I asked an old servant who had been in our family for seventy years to fetch the potion for me. Then that old servant became a formal wizard, and then I was expelled from the family. That old servant married my sister."

"Um...please accept my condolences."

"No need to accept my condolences."

The old man at the alchemy shop said calmly:
"Later, that old servant became the most loyal follower of the apothecary master, and the family's property was sold off because they had invited a wolf into their house."

The elder who had once expelled me from the family went to confront the master apothecary, but disappeared halfway there.

Even the master alchemist, because of his excessive revelry, was framed and dragged into a bizarre space, never to return.

When installing a 'new system' for someone, do you accidentally plant a system virus along the way?
Well... although there were many flaws, Yaro roughly understood what the old man was trying to say.

“Old Master Arthas, are you saying… this important potion cannot be made by others?” Yaro asked doubtfully.

The old man took a book on potion-making from a high shelf, turned around and asked, "What is the most precious thing in the world for a wizard?"

Yaro looked at the 58 magic stones marked on the counter and asked hesitantly, "Knowledge?"

If the old man hadn't handed over the book along with the money box, Yarrow might have given a more assertive reply.

"That's right, it's knowledge, not some special treasure!"

The old man then added:
"Everyone's physical condition is different, and this difference will only increase with subsequent learning, meditation, bloodline implantation, body modification, etc."
Truly powerful potions can only be learned and mastered by oneself, and modified according to one's own situation. This is why many academies offer potion studies. Even if you find a master potion maker, it is best not to ask him to concoct potions, but to learn from him and ask him for knowledge of potion studies.

"Any treasure, only the one you forge yourself is the safest and most suitable!"

bad! It's a feeling of heart!
The old man used two wrinkled and spotted fingers to firmly tap below his shoulder, making a standard apprentice's salute:
"Knowledge is above oneself; this is the meaning of the apprenticeship ceremony."

For those of us who can harness extraordinary powers, what is impossible if we can master knowledge?

What treasure can't be made?
This is why almost all colleges emphasize that 'knowledge is the most precious treasure'.

Similarly, this is the most authentic and practical knowledge I've accumulated over decades!

Yarrow straightened up, returned the apprentice's salute, and then said:
"Thank you so much for your selfless sharing of such valuable knowledge! But please forgive my rudeness, this book, 'The Mysteries of Pharmaceutics,' and its accompanying 'Pharmaceutics Practice Guide' are still too expensive for me to afford right now."

Yaro did not deny the importance of pharmacology, but there are priorities, so even though the old man's words were very tempting, he did not intend to devote any more energy to studying pharmacology.

The old man frowned slightly, a hint of regret and disappointment on his face. Then he sighed softly and said in an understanding tone:
"Oh, that's such a pity. I understand your difficulties. The value of knowledge is not something everyone can easily afford, but please remember that knowledge is a priceless treasure that can open up endless possibilities and opportunities for you."

Although you may not have access to "The Mysteries of Pharmaceutics" and "The Guide to Pharmacy Practice" for now, please do not give up on the pursuit of knowledge. Perhaps in the future, when you have more resources and opportunities, you can reconsider the possibility of studying pharmacy.

I hope you can find your own path in other areas and continue to pursue knowledge and growth.

"Thank you for your guidance, I will keep it in mind."

Yaro said respectfully, and after replenishing some basic potions, he bowed and left the apothecary.

Standing at the entrance of the pharmacy, you can see that the old man still maintains a gentle and kind attitude. He smiles as he talks to another customer, answering their questions with patience and professionalism, showing his love for knowledge and his deep understanding of pharmacy.

His eyes shone with a warm light, and one could clearly feel his sincere concern for pharmacy and his desire to help others.

—Yes, the kind that's overly benevolent.

Yaro hadn't forgotten the ugly look the old man gave him when he came to the apothecary for the second time because of the 'Dancer Under the Moon' incident.

Perhaps this is how an old man with no family can relieve his loneliness through the sales process, but he also unconsciously incorporates his own true feelings, treating each regular customer as a junior in some way.
"The world is always so complex. Everyone is a thick book, filled with all kinds of stories and emotions. Even a small shop owner on the roadside may have a life full of ups and downs."

Yaro shook his head, letting go of his slight melancholy, and turned to walk into the alchemy workshop not far away.

The alchemy workshop was still empty, but the various suits of armor that had previously hung there were also gone. Harvey's face was no longer etched with worry; upon noticing Yaro, he exclaimed with a hint of excitement:

"A... Lord Yue!"

"Hello, Mr. Harvey!" Yarrow maintained a polite smile. "What good thing has happened to make you so happy?"

Harvey peeked around to make sure no one else was nearby before asking in a low voice, "Lord Yue, what happened yesterday... it was you, wasn't it?"

“Perhaps,” Yarrow said noncommittally, then asked, “So, how did that matter affect you?”

"Of course! You have no idea how many people came and went last night, all buying. The armor I made not only cleared out all the previous stock, but the reservations are even booked up for six months in advance! In particular, the Fernando Wizarding Family specially hired me and offered... this amount per year!"

Harvey drew two fingers: "Two thousand magic stones every year!"

"The Fernando wizarding family?" Yarrow frowned slightly. "Did you agree?"

"Of course not. Two thousand is a lot, but it's not enough to book all my time. You know I made a fortune last night..."

Harvey suddenly noticed Yaro's upturned lips out of the corner of his eye, his face stiffened, and he quickly coughed twice to cover it up, saying, "Ahem, I only earned a few dozen magic stones last night, and that was from a lot of stock I had accumulated over the past few months..."

“Alright, alright,” Yaro waved his hand to interrupt, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to ask you for money. This time, I’m here to return the money to you.”

(End of this chapter)