Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 105 Ailan "Sun Flame Essence"

He carefully extracted this part and placed it in a special vial.

The liquid in the bottle shimmered faintly, like imprisoned stars.

He then moved on to other materials, devoting his full attention to this complex and delicate process.

Just as Ron was concentrating on the experiment, a slight rustling sound interrupted his thoughts.

He looked up and saw the tree spirit using vines to spell out a few words in the air: "Guests are coming."

Ron was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the tree spirit could communicate in this way.

For the past few days, it had maintained an almost sculptural silence, leading him to mistake it for a simple, mindless creature.

"Thanks for the reminder." He nodded to the tree spirit and carefully sealed the experiment in his hand temporarily. "Please keep an eye on these for me. I'll be back soon."

The tree spirit nodded in understanding, and the vines gently retracted, continuing to maintain that almost sculptural stillness.

But Ron noticed that there was a flicker of understanding and obedience in its eyes, completely different from the pure emptiness that was like a daze before.

After tidying up his clothes and making sure there were no traces of potions on his body, Ron came to the reception room of the workshop.

A short, fat, well-dressed businessman was standing there, holding a small basket in his hand and pacing anxiously from time to time.

"Lord Ron!" The merchant greeted him warmly upon seeing him, stepping forward with his round belly sticking out and a smile plastered across his face.
"I've heard a lot about your workshop, and I came here specially to visit!"

He wondered who was coming, but it turned out to be the slave trader from the Alien Exchange.

"Mr. Merchant." Ron nodded slightly and gestured for him to sit down. "What can I do for you?"

His tone was calm and distant, without any ripples, but he was alert inside.

The other party would not come to you without a reason, and if he visited you suddenly, he must have something to ask for.

"Oh, what you said."

The merchant placed the basket on the table with a smile, his eyes scanning the room, as if assessing the value of this workshop.
"I'm mainly here to see how the tree spirit is adapting to your place. This is a rare commodity, so our Blake Chamber of Commerce naturally needs to provide comprehensive after-sales service."

He opened the basket and took out two bottles of soil that emitted a pale glow.

"This is the nutrient soil specially made by our Chamber of Commerce. It can help the tree spirit better adapt to the new environment. You only need to sprinkle a handful around its roots every week to keep it in optimal condition."

Ron took the nutrient soil, checked it carefully, and accepted it only after confirming that it contained no dangerous ingredients.

"Thank you for your concern. The dryad is in good condition and has integrated into the environment of the workshop."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The businessman rubbed his hands together, his eyes rolling around, as if he was considering how to get to the point. "By the way, Lord Ron, I have some good news to tell you."

"Oh? What good news?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows and looking directly at the other person with sharp eyes.

"At the beginning of next month, a new batch of goods will arrive at our company."

The merchant lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "They are all rare species collected from all over the place, and some of them have special bloodlines."

Ron was immediately interested, but quickly suppressed his expression and asked calmly, "Oh? Really?"

For bloodline research, samples from various alien races are undoubtedly valuable resources.

Especially when he first started to get involved in the field of blood modulation, various experimental materials were crucial to him.

"You don't know that our Blake Chamber of Commerce is more than just a small shop in the Black Mist Jungle."

The businessman patted his chest with a smug look on his face, his voice full of boasting: "We are a large organization spread across multiple regions, with extremely extensive channels and resources."

He moved closer and lowered his voice: "If you have any special needs, you can tell me in advance and I will give you priority."

Ron picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and thought to himself.

The temperature of the tea was just right, slightly bitter at first but sweet afterwards, making his thinking clearer.

If this chamber of commerce is really as large as the other party said, perhaps it can help him find some rare materials or blood samples of special races.

In particular, the blood activation and modulation he is currently researching requires a variety of different blood references.

"I do have some needs."

Ron put down his teacup, looked directly into the businessman's eyes, and said in a calm and firm tone:
"I'm looking for some opponents suitable for sword training, such as multi-armed snake demons and sirens. It would be even better if there were various dragon people."

The businessman's smile froze noticeably, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his enthusiastic self, but his smile seemed a little forced.

"Oh, your Excellency's requirements are really high!" He laughed dryly, his fingers rubbing the teacup nervously.

"These races are extremely rare in the market, especially the multi-armed snake demons and dragon people. Their powers are very close to the level of formal wizards."

He touched his chin, looking embarrassed. "With my channels... um... it's hard to find such high-quality goods. However, since it's Lord Ron's request, I will definitely do my best to pay attention!"

Ron could see the businessman's inner hesitation - he obviously didn't think he could find a slave that met his requirements, but he didn't want to lose a potential big customer.

That forced smile and evasive manner were enough to show how empty his promises were.

"It's okay. I know these requirements are quite high." Ron said slowly, his tone more relaxed.

"However, I have another need that may be easier to satisfy."

"Please go ahead!" The businessman's eyes lit up. Of course, he wanted to do his best to close every deal.

"I've recently become very interested in blood modulation and am looking for some juvenile embryos for research. If your Chamber of Commerce can bring in some embryos that can be used for experiments next month, I'll consider purchasing them in bulk."

"Embryo?" The businessman's eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his lips became more sincere.
"This is much easier! Our Chamber of Commerce regularly collects embryos of various species from various regions for trading. If you buy in bulk, the price will naturally be more favorable."

He rubbed his hands excitedly, leaned forward, and spoke with obvious enthusiasm:
"If you buy in bulk, the price of each embryo from a non-rare species can be reduced to around fifteen magic stone fragments, which is at least 30% cheaper than buying individually!"

"Then you can send someone to inform me directly when you get new goods next month." Ron nodded, already having a plan in mind.

After seeing the merchant off, Ron returned to the lab and found the dryad standing quietly in a corner, just as he had left it. Its vines swayed gently, as if silently welcoming his return. He remembered the information he had read in the library yesterday about dryad habits and decided to follow the advice to improve the dryad's living environment.

He first loosened the soil in the workshop's small garden so that the tree spirit's roots could extend more comfortably.

He watered it again, and finally, he poured some special nutrient solution into the water.

These are all formulated according to the description in the book and contain various trace elements and magical factors required by the tree spirits.

"That should make you feel more comfortable."

Ron said to the tree spirit, watching its vines stretch slightly in the sunlight, like a person stretching, as if expressing some kind of satisfaction.

The dryad gently touched Ron's arm with its vines, like a silent thank you.

Then he used vines to spell out a few words in the air: "Thank you, Master."

"Can you speak?" Ron asked curiously. He had never heard the Dryad make any sound.

The tree spirit shook its head, and the vines spelled in the air again: "I can't speak, so this is the only way to communicate."

"I see." Ron nodded, thought for a moment and asked again: "Do you have a name? Or, what do you want me to call you?"

The tree spirit seemed to hesitate, its vines trembling slightly as if it was thinking, and finally spelled out a word: "Ailan."

"Ai Lan, that sounds very gentle and suits you very well." Ron nodded and said gently, "From today on, I will call you Ai Lan."

The tree spirit - now it should be called Ailan, nodded gently, and the vines trembled slightly, as if expressing some kind of joy.

Just as Ron was about to turn and leave, Ailan spelled out another line of words: "Master's experiment, can I help?"

Ron stopped and looked back at Ailan.

He knew that tree spirits had a special ability to perceive plants and could directly feel the vitality and characteristics of plants. This was an invaluable ability in potion making.

"Of course." He replied with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation and appreciation. "We'll continue the experiment later. With your help, I believe it will be twice as effective with half the effort."

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Ron was frowning at this moment, looking at the bloodline activation potion sample on the table.

"No, that's not right... this still won't work."

The liquid in the bottle was a strange orange-red color, with some tiny golden particles floating on the surface, flashing faint light from time to time, which was very beautiful.

But beauty does not mean success. Judging from the instability of energy fluctuations, this formula still has fatal flaws.

Although great progress has been made, the preliminary principle of blood modulation has indeed improved the targeting.

But the most critical step - how to accurately guide the direction of blood activation - has not yet been fully resolved.

"If used this way, the activation direction is much better than before, but it's still not precise enough."

Ron muttered to himself, his fingers tapping the table rhythmically:
“And stability is still an issue. The higher the activity, the greater the risk of distortion.”

Just as he was lost in thought, Ailan's vines swayed gently, interrupting his thoughts.

A line of words appeared in the air: "A very distinguished guest has arrived, an elderly man."

Ron immediately realized that Ailan could not only sense the arrival of guests, but could even identify some basic characteristics.

Such special perception ability is so precious. The value of the tree spirit may far exceed his initial estimate. This investment is indeed worth it.

"I'll go greet them right away. Please help me look after these experiments."

He carefully placed the test tube back on the rack, ensuring that the painstakingly prepared experimental products would not be wasted due to negligence, and then walked quickly towards the reception room.

As soon as he opened the door, Ron saw Magnus standing outside, his long white beard fluttering gently in the breeze.

"Master Magnus!" Ron looked at the old potion master in surprise and quickly saluted. "I didn't expect you to come in person. It's really an honor for me!"

He really didn't expect that this highly respected potion master in the school would personally visit him, a newcomer who had just become independent. This treatment was obviously beyond the courtesy that an ordinary professional potion master deserved.

"Haha, young man, there's no need to be so reserved."

Magnus waved his hand and walked into the reception room. His voice was filled with the calm and kind nature of an elder: "I just came to congratulate you on your new house and brought a small gift."

After Magnus sat down, he took out a small wooden box from his arms.

He opened the box, revealing a yellowed parchment scroll with faint traces of intricate runic borders, a hallmark of advanced potion recipes.

"This is a new formula for a Qi and Blood potion, the result of some research I did when I was young."

The old man pushed the scroll towards Ron, a sly look flashing in his eyes:
"I heard that you are very interested in knight training, and your friend Andre is also a good knight talent. I think this formula should be of some help to you."

Ron took the scroll in surprise and unfolded it carefully.

The parchment has a special texture to the touch, as if it has undergone some kind of magical treatment that allows it to be preserved for a long time without decaying.

This is an extremely detailed recipe, recording an advanced Qi and blood potion called "Yangyan Essence".

It not only improves physical fitness, but also enhances the flow of yang energy in the body. It is especially suitable for people who practice yang breathing techniques.

"This... is so precious." Ron said sincerely, a little surprised.

He knew that private research results like these were usually treasured secrets among potion masters and would not be easily passed on to others. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You're welcome." Magnus took a sip of tea and nodded at him.

"I'm impressed by the talent you displayed when you passed the certification exam. Furthermore, knowledge can only be valuable if it is disseminated. As veterans, we must always provide some assistance to the new generation."

"Besides," the old man continued, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "I too received guidance when I was young. Now I am simply passing on this philosophy of mutual assistance..."

Ron understood what the other party meant. This was the meaning of the "favor" rule, to prevent the world of mysticism from evolving into a dark forest...

(End of this chapter)