Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 100 The Source of Magic Power
March 3st, the third floor of the Witch Tower.

In the residence.

"This is the gift of the Holy Lake..."

Roy held up the beaker and looked at the transparent liquid inside.

It is faintly emitting a pure white light with a slight herbal fragrance.

Just smelling this scent reminds people of a scene in a quiet forest, where a beautiful lake is faintly glowing under the moonlight.

The grass is lush, the birds are singing, and the green willows are hanging down, creating an indescribable sacred atmosphere that is simply intoxicating.

And under the observation of the [Eye of Hermes], it is emitting a deep green radiation.

That means aura of first-class quality.

"This is no longer an apprentice-level alchemy potion, it has reached the first level!"

After carefully analyzing it using his "corresponding ability level +4" identification ability, Roy nodded secretly.

Thanks to the Wu Tower's support policy, materials are supplied from the tower's store from time to time, and anyone with a certain amount of financial resources and status can buy them.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to meet the conditions for refining this thing just by collecting and picking it yourself.

Then, Roy tilted his head back and drank the entire cup of potion, even licking the cup clean, leaving nothing to waste.

After a moment, he felt a strange force gathering in his mind. The source of magic power that he had not been able to condense after meditating for a long time was catalyzed and quickly took shape.

It was as if a cold flame without temperature was ignited in my mind, illuminating the surroundings.

This "burning" feeling lasted until the next day and became completely permanent.

A faint but definite radiation of witchcraft energy naturally penetrated the body surface and began to spread to the outside world.

"Concentrating the source of magic power... it's done!"

Roy was delighted to confirm this.

……

Training Course.

The deacon apprentice recognized Roy and trotted over to him, respectfully asking, "Senior Roy, what do you need?"

Roy said, "Let's find a quiet private training room."

The deacon apprentice said, "There are no big ones left. Please wait a moment. I will go and clear the place immediately!"

Roy was quite speechless and habitually wanted to say that there was no need to go through so much trouble and just find a smaller one.

But thinking of "cultural differences", he chose to remain silent.

He now understood that if he didn't show off as the chief apprentice, people would think he was incompetent!

A moment later, several people came out of the training room, their faces full of respect as they politely said, "Senior Roy! Please enjoy your meal."

Roy hummed, and without saying anything more to them, he walked in.

Before starting the test, Roy stood at one end of the training ground, recalling what he had learned about the source of magic power.

The true source of magic lies in the soul. Through the operation of mental power, mana, or magic power, can be extracted.

After it takes effect, it becomes witchcraft energy or spell energy.

These are actually a set of things, and are called in different systems and processes.

It’s like the same river has different names in different countries and regions.

But the overall situation is consistent.

In a broad sense, this is an impersonal supernatural force that exists among all living things. It is thought and intention.

In a narrow sense, a certain level of mental strength and quality is required to condense and directly act on the material world.

This effect is actually what is called "prying" in the casting process.

After confirming this, Roy began to use his mental power to guide the source of magic.

Thanks to the magical conductivity of blood mercury, he soon felt a mysterious power filling his body, which was quickly refined into witchcraft energy.

A low incantation sounded.

",..."

A moment later, the same spell, but a completely different experience, emerged. This time, Roy truly felt the power of the spell, as if his entire body was responding to it simultaneously.

In addition to faster casting speed.

The rules of “prying”…

He finally sensed something!

"I now possess the same source of magic power as a first-level wizard. If, during my apprenticeship, one degree of mental power could only mobilize two degrees of spell power, that's equivalent to a 1% multiplier...

Now, it is directly 4 degrees, which is equivalent to 400% magnification!
In the future, higher levels can reach 800%! 1600%!

That's the prying rule for second and third level wizards!"

Roy was deeply shocked before he could experience any other wonders.

This is the beginning of miracles!
He poured the magical energy of "activation" into a piece of iron chain he picked up at random.

In an instant, the iron chain rattled, like a running python, and flew around and wrapped around the wooden stake in front.

In a short time, deep marks were left on the wooden stakes.

"As far as I know, some wizards who also practice the art of activation choose to use some special chains as their weapons.

For example, special materials that can be injected with fire element energy or ice energy.

Once it entangles the enemy, it will continue to cause damage...

But that’s all money!”

Roy thought about it in his mind, and with a command, the chain suddenly exerted force, directly twisting the wooden stake and making it explode.

Amidst the flying wood chips, Roy truly felt the change of doubling the power!
After testing in the training room for a while, Celine suddenly came over.

"That Ivant was caught, and several other accomplices were also found."

"Oh?" Roy hesitated for a moment, "Take me to see it."

……

The second floor of the Witch Tower.

In a large classroom.

Ivant and several other apprentices involved in the incident who were confessed by Canila gathered together, explaining and begging for mercy with sad faces.

"Lord Roy, this is really none of our business."

"It's all about money."

"We were merely gathering intelligence and providing clues. We didn't even know we were targeting you!"

"Yes, if I knew, how would I dare to do that?"

"Shut up!" Winter, who was standing aside and watching them, shouted.

This time, after Roy came back from outside, he immediately notified his two old friends, Andov and Niya, and also asked Damo, Winter, Olinda and others for help.

Everyone was very respectful and did their best. Those who should be killed were killed, and those who should be cleaned up were cleaned up.

In just one day, Roy was avenged, and Evente and several people who were less involved were brought over.

Celine brought a chair over from the side, and Roy sat down.

"Stop talking nonsense, if apologies are useful, why would we need to make amends?
I won't make things difficult for you. Just accept the punishment according to the degree of your participation!
If you don't accept the punishment, you will die!"

Everyone looked pale.

But this was still an opportunity to settle the grudge, so they had no choice but to do as they were told.

Ivant knew that he was the most deeply involved and could not escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand over the reward given to him by Canila and others.

"That's it? You don't think that this will just write it off, do you?"

Roy was not very satisfied.

"Please give me time to raise funds, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Ivant begged for mercy with a sad face.

(End of this chapter)