Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 81: Liquid of Pleasure, Sinful Domain, Black Crystal
"No wonder she was able to win." Andre looked at him with some concern: "But now I'm afraid Cynthia has also remembered you. She is not someone you can easily mess with."

"This kind of thing is not worth mentioning. As long as you show your talent, people will definitely remember you." Ron waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Instead of worrying about her little tricks, it's better to focus on preparing for the exam. As long as we pass the Potions Master certification, many of the problems we are facing now will be solved."

The two chatted for a while about their respective progress and various intelligence within the academy. Andre stood up and prepared to leave.
"Then I won't bother you preparing for the test. If you need any help, you can always send someone to me."

Ron walked Andre to the door and said, "You should also work hard and concentrate on preparing for the ceremony. The real test will be in a month."

After watching Andre leave, he closed the door and was about to continue his evening potion practice when he suddenly fell into deep thought.

Although Cynthia's hostility was nothing to be afraid of, Oliver's presence always made him feel a little uneasy.

What secrets are hidden behind the gray-robed young man who always has a perfect smile?
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Oliver's laboratory is located on the top floor of the most remote tower in the school, and few other apprentices will come to disturb him.

The tower has been in disrepair for a long time, and its outer walls are covered with dark purple vines. It is said that they are the product of a failed experiment by a wizard and can devour small creatures that approach them.

The tower looks plain from the outside, but it's a world of its own inside.

Following Oliver into the wooden door carved with strange patterns, Cynthia's expression was completely different from what it was in the square.

The face that was distorted by anger just now became surprisingly calm at this moment, and the violent emotions in those blue eyes receded like the tide, leaving only deep calculation and indifference.

"Okay, there shouldn't be any annoying surveillance eyes here."

Cynthia gracefully took off her robe and hung it on the rack by the door.

Her movements were smooth and seamless, without any trace of the rage she had shown in the square, as if the woman screaming uncontrollably was just a temporary camouflage coat she had put on.

"So, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation as to why you stopped me when I was about to have a seizure?"

She asked in a cold voice, deliberately walking closer to Oliver, looking him in the eyes, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

Oliver took a half step back, seemingly turning around to get something, but in fact he was keeping his distance without leaving any trace.

A carefully crafted smile graced that flawless face, but a hint of caution flickered in his eyes.

"If you have a fit, it will draw more attention to Tracy,"

His tone was as calm as water. "Besides, have you ever thought about why that hunter's daughter with an insignificant background was able to train an ordinary leopard girl to such a level in such a short time?"

Cynthia snorted coldly without answering. Instead, she walked around Oliver from behind and deliberately pressed her body against him.

"Oliver, you're always so rational. I'm curious, what could possibly crack your icy mask?"

Her fingers flickered across the back of Oliver's hand, a predator's gleam in her eyes.

Oliver's back tensed slightly, and a flash of disgust flashed across his eyes, but was immediately suppressed.

He cleverly avoided contact by adjusting his sleeves while maintaining a polite smile.

"My mask? You misunderstood. This is just basic calm thinking."

He calmly walked towards the cupboard on the other side of the room, putting some distance between them. "Emotions are a luxury in the Black Mist Jungle, especially for people like us."

Cynthia narrowed her eyes and watched Oliver's subtle movements to avoid her with amusement: "Are you afraid of me, Oliver?" "Afraid?" Oliver chuckled, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:
"I should be more cautious. I'm well aware of your unique talent. If I were to be dragged into that kind of carnal relationship, I'm afraid I'd end up just one of your many puppets."

Cynthia wasn't angry. Instead, she smiled with satisfaction. "You know very well. Even among the senior apprentices, there are only a few who can see through the true nature of my abilities."

"Well, how about some business?" Oliver calmly changed the subject, bending down to open a cabinet. "Don't worry, I never break my promises."

He held up a crystal bottle containing a lavender liquid that shimmered alluringly in the light.

"Liquid of Pleasure, the latest formula." Oliver's voice was steady and calm. "The effect is 30% stronger than last time, and the side effects are 50% less."

Cynthia's pupils dilated slightly, and her body leaned forward unconsciously, but she quickly returned to her arrogant and indifferent attitude: "It seems that our cooperation will still be pleasant."

Oliver handed her the crystal bottle and clapped his hands.

The secret door of the laboratory slowly opened, and a burly figure walked in.

It was a stitched man over two meters tall, with skin of a sickly dark green color and countless scars stitched across his body.

The most striking thing is that its body is deformed to the point of being somewhat strange, with several extra organs that were obviously grafted on later, each of which emits unnatural energy fluctuations.

"This experimental subject I modified specifically for you has undergone countless surgical modifications, and every organ has been specially treated to provide pleasures that ordinary people cannot imagine."

Oliver calmly introduced it, as if describing an ordinary craft: "Of course, remember to take the liquid of pleasure before use, the effect will be better."

Cynthia slowly stood up and walked around the stitched man with interest, carefully examining the extra organs. An indescribable smile began to form at the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, but don't think you can get rid of me with this." She suddenly turned around, a dangerous glint in her eyes: "Our deal is more than just this."

Oliver nodded, walked to the side of the room, and opened a secret door, revealing a row of carefully arranged potion shelves filled with various bottles and jars, each emitting subtle energy fluctuations.

"Everything is here, illegal drugs, sensory stimulants, and the thing you always wanted..."

He said softly, pointing to a black box on the bottom shelf.

Cynthia's eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly and opened the box carefully.

A piece of black crystal lay quietly inside, and there seemed to be countless tiny insects wriggling on the surface.

"Sin Domain Black Crystal." She whispered to herself, her eyes full of greed. "You actually got it?"

"I never break my promises to you." Oliver's voice remained gentle. "Of course, the premise is that you can continue to provide those 'raw materials'."

Cynthia showed a satisfied smile:

"Don't worry, this year's goods will definitely be more abundant than before, and the quality will be even better. Those ignorant and young slaves can always provide the purest crystals of resentment in the world."

After she finished reading it, she carefully put the thing back. It was not time to officially unblock this thing yet.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was a creepy tacit understanding in the air.

Oliver walked to the window and looked at the apprentice dormitory area in the distance:

"By the way, you'd better behave yourself in the near future. Especially don't provoke Ron, and the thirteenth prince that the Farouk royal family promised to give you."

(End of this chapter)