The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 36 Trading (Seeking follow-up reading)

Commercial area, Anna's Cottage
"I can lend you a hundred magic stones, but why did you buy a concentration potion, a premium one at that?" Anna looked at her junior fellow apprentice in surprise. "This thing is not cheap. Why did you buy it?"

Richard cleared his throat and spoke out the words he had prepared long ago.

"Sister Anna, I'm also researching the Focus Potion. I think the one my teacher gave me and the one sold in the commercial district must have something in common. Buying a bottle might give me some inspiration."

"Inspiration?" Anna rolled her eyes at Richard. "We alchemists emphasize learning and practicing. We don't rely on vague inspiration."

Although Anna said this, she went back to the store and took out a 100 ml bottle of light blue medicine.

"Here, a fine-quality concentration potion. The store sells it for thirty magic stones. I bought it second-hand, so the price has doubled." Anna waved the potion in front of Richard, a playful smile on her face, "If I sell it to you now, how many magic stones do you think would be appropriate?"

"This..." Richard looked at the potion and suddenly felt conflicted.

He doesn't have many magic stones on him now.

"You really remembered it." Anna couldn't help but knock on Richard's head. "This thing is in short supply in the academy. If we can get one bottle a month, it's considered a high production. You can't buy it with magic stones alone."

"Then... Sister Anna, are you going to send me off?" Richard's eyes lit up.

"You're dreaming." Anna glared at Richard. "I'm just lending you this thing. If you make a fine concentration potion in the future, you have to return two bottles to me."

"Do you accept this condition?"

"Accept, accept, of course I accept." Richard nodded repeatedly and added another sentence at the end.

"Sister Anna, you are so nice to me!"

Anna's cheeks turned slightly red. "Go, go, go, make your potion quickly. I regret it a little bit. I should have asked for three bottles of fine potion!"

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Back in the dormitory, Richard took the potion and activated the Miracle Furnace.

[Raw materials: fine and focused medicine]

[Refinable skills: Refining medicine operation (incomplete)]

[Refining consumption: 10 mental power]

[Information that can be extracted: Focus on medicine formula]

[Refining consumption: 10 mental power]

[Whether to refine]

"Can I also extract the formula of the potion?" Richard looked at the information given by the furnace and couldn't help but feel happy. "If that's the case, then wouldn't I be able to extract the formula of all the potions sold by the academy?"

This crazy idea made Richard's heart tremble, but he immediately suppressed it in his heart. Because even if he extracted so many formulas, he couldn't sell them in the commercial area. Those wizards could tell at a glance whether the potion was his own formula.

Joe Lord couldn't protect him from the serious crime of stealing knowledge.

"Although I can't sell it, I can always use it myself." Richard couldn't help but curl up his lips. "So many potions have been sold, so it will be no problem for me to get one or two bottles."

Richard chose to refine his skills. With a mental strength of up to 23 points, Richard only felt a slight dizziness and the refining was over.

After absorbing the light ball that recorded the skills, Richard felt like he had turned into a wizard again in an instant. He could knead and manipulate materials in his hands like plasticine. All kinds of strange-shaped, soft or hard materials were no problem in his hands. He was also adept at preparing potions and could come up with countermeasures for various situations without even thinking.

After the absorption was completed, Richard shook his head, stood up and picked up the materials for preparing the focus potion.

Crushing, sifting, extracting, grinding, Richard held the materials and his arms automatically handled the tasks without him even thinking.

"The wizard's skills are so terrifying."

Richard let out a long sigh, and awe for the wizard rose in his heart again.

...With such skills, Richard was naturally handy when making potions. Although there were still failures, failure was inevitable. During this period, Richard did not forget to record the data. He always had some opinions on the vague data on the formula.

Richard believes that the low success rate of the potion is largely due to these vague data.

Just like that, a month passed quickly.

"Did you make all of these?" Anna felt dizzy as she stared at the box of concentration potion in front of her.

She felt that there must be something wrong with her meditation, otherwise how could she see the hallucination of her junior brother, who had just prepared potions a month ago, coming to her with a box of concentration potions to sell.

This must be an illusion!

"Sister Anna, do you agree to let me put these medicines on consignment?" Richard asked somewhat dissatisfiedly after not getting a reply for a long time.

After refining his skills, Richard devoted himself to preparing potions for a month. After spending the money he borrowed from Anna, he prepared a total of 65 bottles of concentration potions, with a success rate of nearly two-thirds.

"I agree, I agree." Anna came back to her senses and cautiously asked, "How many times have you failed to make these potions? The magic stones I gave you should not be enough."

A thought that made her ashamed flashed through Anna's mind - she actually hoped that Richard would fail more often.

But Richard's answer shattered her last fantasy.

"I have failed many times, and the success rate is about one-half." Richard pretended to be embarrassed and said that Joe Lord had recorded many of his former disciples' achievements in his book, and the one-half success rate was not even as good as the last one.

Richard thought that such results were in line with his status as a low-level apprentice.

"How much?" Anna felt dizzy again. She had never felt so powerless since she became a wizard apprentice.

"One in two." Richard repeated word by word, "Sister, I have just started to prepare the potion. Isn't it normal for the failure rate to be a little higher?"

"A success rate of one in two! For ordinary apprentices who start making concentration potions, if they can achieve a success rate of one in ten, they are qualified, and if they can achieve one in five, they are considered talented. For a low-level apprentice like you who has achieved a success rate of one in two when just starting to make potions, I... "

Anna felt somewhat powerless facing Richard at the moment. She thought that Richard had the same talent in magic armor as her, but now it seems that Richard's talent is more exaggerated than she thought.

"Ah...really?" Richard's face froze, and he forced a smile. "I saw the record in the teacher's book, and I can't even get a ranking."

Anna took a deep breath and tried to keep her tone calm.

"Richard, the teacher has taught hundreds of classes of students in the academy. Those who can be accepted as students by him are all extremely talented, and the apprentices who can be written into his book are even more geniuses among geniuses."

"Haha, I told you I wouldn't be that bad that I can't even beat the last place in the book." Richard tried to make himself more excited. At this moment, he had given up.

He is a genius so what? Anyway, he makes all the medicines by himself and can repeat them even if asked to.

With so many indigenous predecessors setting such great examples, he, a time traveler, does not stand out so much.

"But don't be too proud," Anna calmed down and returned to her usual cool and elegant state. "There are many talented apprentices, but only a few can become wizards."

"Okay, I understand." Richard nodded obediently.

Anna pointed at the potions in the box, a total of forty-six bottles. At the selling price of five magic stones per bottle, these potions brought Richard a net profit of nearly one hundred and thirty magic stones.

This is the result of Richard deliberately selling less. If Richard is willing to sell more, he can make more money.

"I won't take a cut of the consignment potion, so you can take the 130 magic stones." Anna put the potion on the counter and handed Richard a bag of magic stones. "The Concentration Potion will sell well, so I'll give you the money first.

Go back and have a good rest. You must be exhausted this month."

Richard felt warm in his heart. He took the magic stone, said goodbye to Anna politely, and went straight to the central black tower.

There is no need to rest. Now that he has money, how can he not spend it?

(End of this chapter)