Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 9 Blood Persimmon Potion

"Your...business?"

Roy frowned when he heard this.

In this wizard tower, many apprentices also have their own alchemical products, which they sell to others after their usual research and study.

I didn't expect that just earning such a little hard-earned money would bother others.

"You have just become an intermediate apprentice, and you may not fully understand the rules of this Wu Tower.

But it doesn't matter, let Trides tell you!"

Seeing Roy silent, Porterning smiled sinisterly, with a hint of threat in his eyes.

After that, he turned around and walked away.

Trides stayed and said, “Roy, haven’t you heard that Wuta abides by the rules?

There is order of respect and hierarchy, and clear levels. This is the biggest rule.

No matter what benefits, the seniors must be given priority. Only those that the seniors don’t like will be ours. Next, those that we don’t like will be given to the low-level apprentices below. Do you understand?

This is not directed at you alone, but has always been the case in the tower.

Think carefully, and don't sell your incense anymore, it will hinder senior Porterning's business.

Otherwise, why don't you consider contributing the formula and handing it over to Senior for disposal?"

"Trides!" Roy turned his head and stared at him fiercely.

He finally understood it completely.

Porterning doesn't know him, and he wouldn't sit around doing nothing all day, staring at the market. How could he come to him for no reason?

It turns out that there was a villain who was accomplice to the evil!

Trides was startled and muttered, "Why are you glaring at me? Anyway, take care of yourself!"

Then he quickly followed Portning and left.

……

"Potterning actually gave you trouble?"

Not long after, Roy returned to the accommodation area and asked Rainien and others about the situation.

"That's going to be difficult. I heard he also sells tranquilizing and sleeping potions. What you're refining might conflict with his."

"That's right. His main purpose should still be to continue selling his own goods."

"But he is an old apprentice after all...

Even if they haven't mastered witchcraft yet, they may have magical items or other means."

"If we really fight, we will definitely lose!"

When everyone learned about this, they felt a bit of sympathy and shared a common hatred for the enemy, but they said they could do nothing to help.

After inquiring, they now vaguely knew that this was a senior intermediate apprentice.

Although he is not a powerful figure in general, he has accumulated quite a bit of experience because he was promoted a year or two earlier.

This accumulation includes but is not limited to cultivation progress, personal strength, wealth, and connections...

Niya comforted him, “After the great wizards stepped out of the sea of stars, they realized the vastness of the universe and the existence of countless races. They made a joint vow and engraved the ‘sacred and inviolable order of the Wu Tower’ into the world’s will.

This is a sacred law, much more serious than any secular morality or national law.

Porterning wouldn't dare do anything to you in the tower. He's just trying to scare you. Don't worry too much."

Roy nodded slightly.

As long as he hid in the tower, Porterning really had no way to do anything to him.

But he couldn't hide in the tower forever.

Because Wuta will not allow ordinary apprentices to be so comfortable.

In addition, those who flatter and fear Porterning may also become accomplices of the evil and oppose him everywhere.

This might even be more difficult to deal with than Portnin himself!
"Just want to make a little money, it's so troublesome...

However, alchemy witchcraft originally focuses on practice and improvement, and it is time to spend the magic stones on yourself, otherwise the money you save will become someone else's wallet."

Roy had originally made money to improve himself, and now his desire became even stronger. "But how can I achieve this goal?
My current level of mental strength, financial resources, and material resources limit the options I have.

You have to choose a good recipe within your ability."

Roy began to search for various information and discussed with Renien and others, and found a more feasible solution - blood persimmon potion.

This belongs to the category of physical strengthening potions. It is relatively niche, has a low upper limit, and is not easy to refine.

But it has one big advantage that outweighs all its disadvantages, that is, the raw materials are cheap!

Blood persimmon fruit is a magical fruit that looks a bit like a ripe tomato at first glance. It can enhance the body and improve strength, but because excessive consumption can easily lead to deficiency of qi and blood, it also has some side effects.

It only costs less than 10 magic stones to buy one, and with Roy's current financial resources, he can definitely afford it.

More importantly, it falls within the scope of apprentice-level alchemy.

[Skilled Worker] can directly and roughly improve the success rate of refining, so feel free to try it.

After choosing the direction, Roy began to explore and try on his own. During the process, some experiments failed and he wasted several fruits.

If this were replaced with another formula, the previous accumulation might be used up directly and the business would come to a complete halt.

However, he can continue to try and turn the experience of failure into resources for success.

A few days later, things changed.

“Finally got it!”

Roy showed surprise, feeling that he had mastered the formula.

Then he decisively started the formal refining.

As expected, with the help of the Black Iron-level talent [Skilled Worker], he was able to perform with ease as soon as he officially mastered the formula.

After a while, it was declared successfully completed.

Roy raised the beaker and looked at the clear liquid that looked like diluted light red blood. He could faintly smell the bloody smell emanating from it.

It was a smell of rust.

Roy tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation, not leaving a drop.

The blood persimmon potion tastes sweet and sour, with a hint of the coolness and spiciness of mint water. It flows straight down the esophagus, as if lighting a fire in the body.

After a while, all the cells in my body began to heat up as if I had drunk strong liquor.

Roy's cheeks gradually turned red, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. The heat spread from the inside out, as if even his skin was about to swell up with it.

“It’s starting to take effect!”

He clenched his fists, feeling his muscles expand and his strength accumulate.

“It really works!
My potential has been unlocked!"

But what followed was hunger.

A feeling of dizziness and darkness came over me, and my vision began to blur.

"The cells are consuming energy..."

He quickly took out the candy he had prepared in advance and stuffed it into his mouth.

As if with immediate effect, the inexplicable hunger and restlessness quickly subsided.

I no longer feel dizzy and my eyesight is no longer blurry.

Roy straightened up, feeling stronger and more powerful than ever before, and trembled slightly with excitement.

This is an unprecedented feeling of rebirth, which makes people want to let out a loud roar.

“Try it out and see!”

Not long after, Roy came to the training ground in the tower, found a large iron bar for exercise, and lifted it up tremblingly.

"Sure enough, there has been a significant improvement."

This body has hardly been exercised and relies entirely on natural growth and development.

But now, it seems to have been activated by the potion and gained power far beyond its previous level.

(End of this chapter)