Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 453 Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion
Locke's gaze immediately locked onto the old wizard, and he made eye contact with Alicia. After she nodded in confirmation, he left the front desk and went to the coffee table provided on the second floor of the Feathered Serpent Pavilion.

Locke and Alicia went up, and the unfamiliar old wizard also sat down, looking restless. When he saw Locke and Alicia sit down, he immediately said, "I have placed what you want in a magic box made by the Protective School and alchemists. As soon as I die, or am attacked and injured, the magic box will immediately activate dimensional exile."

"You will get nothing."

"Furthermore, I had already processed my memory before I came here, so I can completely forget any archaeology-related knowledge at any time if I want."

The old black wizard had an expression that said, "If you dare to make a move, we're all doomed."

Locke glanced at the old black wizard, completely ignoring his harsh words. Instead, he used the free coffee and cup provided on the table to make himself a cold brew of wizard coffee. He took a sip and thought to himself that as expected of the wealthy and powerful Feathered Serpent Pavilion, the quality of this wizard coffee was excellent. He had only processed it casually, yet it was already fragrant and the toxicity of the potion in his body had been reduced.

These coffees are probably not cheap.

When the old black wizard saw that Locke, instead of getting angry after hearing this, leisurely took a sip of coffee, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

His tone softened. "As expected of the Bewitching Wizard, your demeanor is indeed extraordinary. Bewitching Wizard, I've heard of your reputation."

"I'm here to make a deal."

Locke raised an eyebrow. "I know."

Unexpectedly, his reputation had already spread somewhat, and some people with ulterior motives could easily notice him with a little investigation and attention.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow; once a reputation spreads, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

The old black wizard said, "I am an archaeologist, and an archaeology professor at that."

The old wizard proudly proclaimed, revealing a scarred face beneath his hood, scars emanating a malevolent, cursed magic. That magic, forever etched on his face, could not be removed.

Locke glanced at his face and said, "Do you want me to help you remove the face-cutting curse?"

The old black wizard grinned. "Of course it's not that simple. I deliberately left this curse behind."

There are special reasons.

"I need you to prepare a bottle of Abyssal Werewolf Transformation Potion. Here's the contract. Sign this contract, and I'll provide the materials and formula. How about it? But do you have the ability to prepare the Abyssal Werewolf Potion?"

Locke didn't shy away from the question, calmly saying, "How can I know if I can do it or not if you don't show me the recipe?"

"My forte is indeed abyssal science, and I can use primal fire."

The old black wizard said, "I have consulted many potion masters, but none of them can concoct an Abyssal Werewolf Transformation Potion. However, I need to transform myself into an Abyssal Werewolf so that I can have hope of advancing to the second ring."

"So be it."

The old black wizard took out a recipe list and handed it to Locke.

Locke raised an eyebrow. "You're being so generous? You're just showing me the recipe?"

The old black wizard grinned. "If you can't concoct it, showing it to you will only add to your troubles. If you can concoct it, you will definitely need the archaeological heritage I possess."

“I know you’ve been talking about searching for archaeological heritage for over a year now, but do you know what? You’re unlikely to find it.”

Alicia asked in confusion, "Why? Our Six Towers Land has collaborated with many archaeologists, and we even provide them with some areas for research."

The old black wizard nodded. "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare come alone to negotiate with you. But the inheritance related to archaeology is strictly protected by the Black Wizard Alliance. It's one thing for you to get an apprentice-level inheritance, but a first-level inheritance is very difficult for you to obtain."

“No dark wizard would come to trade with you unless absolutely necessary. I am the only one who desperately needs the Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion. Therefore, I am your only trading target. I have been observing you for a year. Miss Alicia, a year is a long time, but don't worry, if you miss this opportunity, you can wait another hundred years.” The old dark wizard laughed gloatingly, “You won't gain anything either.”

Alicia was somewhat angered by his attitude. "You!"

Locke gestured to Alicia with his eyes to calm down. "You don't need to exaggerate. Let's get back to the topic of this deal."

Locke didn't touch the other party's recipe. Who knew what the dark wizard might leave on his recipe? He should try to minimize contact with him.

To prevent giving the other party an opportunity to cast a curse on you.

Locke glanced at the recipe and frowned. No wonder the other party couldn't find anyone to refine it for him, because the difficulty of this recipe was almost the most difficult potion in the first stage, even more difficult than the Sun Potion.

Six months ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to prepare it myself.

However, during the year of the first trial on the Feathered Serpent's Ladder, Locke had greatly improved his skills through continuous learning and discussions with Alicia. Therefore, if he were to use the Primal Flame, he could brew this potion himself.

“I can prepare it,” Locke said simply.

A look of wild joy flashed in the old black wizard's eyes. "Really?"

"So many veteran potion masters couldn't solve it, do you have a solution?"

Locke nodded. "I happen to be able to use the Primal Flame, and I'm also skilled in Abyssal Potion. Abyssal Potion is a niche field, and there aren't many potion masters who study it."

The old black wizard couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "Very well, I have gathered two sets of materials in my astral ring. If you can prepare them, then refine them in the potion room of the Feathered Serpent Pavilion."

"If you help me successfully concoct it, I will give you my Witch King's Grimoire."

"This is your territory, you don't need to worry that I will go back on my word."

Locke pondered for a moment, then shook his head, saying, "That won't do. First, take out that so-called magic box, and then we'll sign a contract certified by the Eye of Truth."

"Anyway, that magic box has sealing magic, so you don't need to worry that I'll change my mind."

The old black wizard pondered for a moment and said, "That will work. You sign the contract first, and then I'll take it out."

Locke checked the contract, confirmed there were no problems, and then he and the old wizard signed their names together.

After the contract was signed, the phantom of the Eye of Truth descended upon this place. It was a supreme eye, enormous in size, with countless complex geometric patterns forming the details of the Eye of Truth.

Locke glanced at the eye. At first glance, it looked like an eye, but upon closer inspection, it resembled a door. Upon even closer inspection, he discovered that the Eye of Truth had transformed into the shape of a sun.

This illustrates that the Eye of Truth possesses the characteristic of being unable to look directly at it or see it; a glance leads to error, a thought leads to error, a closer look leads to further away, and an exploration leads to error.

This is one of the greatest magics in the world—the Eye of Truth.

At this moment, the Eye of Truth looked over here, and the contract on the coffee table flashed with a magical light, signifying that the contract was established. The Eye of Truth acknowledged the contract, believing that its rights and obligations were relatively equal and that it was not an invalid contract.

A majestic and cold voice, devoid of any emotion, appeared in the ears of Locke and the old wizard, like a supreme judge pronouncing a verdict before them. "In the name of supreme truth, we declare—the contract is established!"

"Those who break the agreement will be rejected by the truth."

After the contract was signed, Locke visibly saw the old black wizard relax considerably, muttering to himself, "The white wizards are so much easier to talk to. Signing a contract means I even get the Eye of Truth's protection."

(End of this chapter)