Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 149 The Sel Mage
"That alchemist who lives in the Forest of Sharp Teeth?" Anser asked, his expression shifting.

“Yes, they came to our door this time, waiting for you at the Federation.” Elise raised her chin, quite surprised.

"How capable is he? Does he have any good stuff?" Anser stroked his chin, pondering what to exchange for.

That section of the green dragon's tail came from an adult green dragon, which is very rare and cannot be valued solely by its material worth.

If it's just used to make money, then it's actually a bad deal.

“His abilities are unclear, but he’s definitely rich. He came here more than ten years ago and has been heading deep into the forest. He’s probably here for Viherar City.” Elise crossed her arms and spoke with certainty.

"Viherard City?"

"That place is just a legend..."

The two of them talked as they walked.

Viherar is a possible site of an ancient civilization. Some say it was founded by a werewolf clan, others say it's a dwarf city, and still others say it's related to a lich named Viherar...

Legend has it that the city of Viherar holds endless treasures, which no one has ever seen, but there are always persistent adventurers who venture in to search for them. However, no one has ever been known to find anything of value; instead, many have perished forever in the Forest of Sharp Teeth.

The Sharp Tooth Forest is vast, stretching nearly 300 kilometers from north to south, and even at its narrowest point, it is over 100 kilometers from east to west. The place where the Black Dragon fell last time is only a few kilometers from the edge.

The deeper you go into the forest, the more dangerous it becomes: werewolves, goblins, gargoyles, shadow creatures, undead, dragons...

“Perhaps it’s true.” Anser wasn’t a local, but he had read the relevant materials. This was not a legend, but a long-buried history.

"Hmm?" Elise pointed at him with her slender white finger and warned, "You're not allowed to go. There are several werewolf tribes in the Sharp Tooth Forest that call themselves the guardians of the ruins and hunt humans."

They have a partnership with the Iron Throne, trading deadly poisons and hallucinogenic mushrooms for human resources. They're not a bunch of beasts; they're quite troublesome.

The Iron Crown had sold this poison and highly toxic weapons, which is why she deduced that Graham had connections to the Iron Throne.

“Why would I go there?” Anser shook his head slightly. Only legendary or even mythical artifacts were worth the risk.

During their conversation, the two arrived at the Federation's headquarters, where five men dressed in gray robes, despite the sweltering heat, were waiting for them at the entrance.

Elise walked straight into the hall without saying a word, seemingly not liking them much.

"Please come in." Anser dismounted, gestured, and smiled warmly.

"Hmm." The thin man at the head took off his hood, revealing a bald head and skin as pale as a corpse.

Anser paused, a platinum glint flashing in his eyes as he activated his detection of good and evil, and several dim lights entered his senses.

It's not a ghost.

"Hmph." The bald man snorted coldly, lifted his foot to leave, but a struggle appeared in his eyes. He then abruptly changed the point of his steps and stepped into the hall.

The gray-robed men behind him seemed to have anticipated this, and followed him inside, removing their hoods to reveal relatively normal appearances.

"Sorry." Anser hadn't expected the bald man to be so perceptive, and quickly apologized. "Duragar has been rather unsettled lately, it's best to be cautious."

He invited them to sit down and gestured for the staff to make tea. This was an official reception room, so it was well-equipped.

“You can call me Sosk.” The bald man was expressionless, and his voice was hoarse and dry, as if his vocal cords had long been rusted.

“My name is Anser. May I ask where Mr. Sosk is from?” Anser asked tentatively.

Sosk looked at Anser with his grey-blue eyes, and after a moment of silence, said, "Sel, a very faraway place."

“I’ve heard of it. The famous magical empire, east of the Fallen Star Sea.” Anser looked Sosk up and down. “Mr. Sosk seems quite different from the red-robed mages I know…”

Seres is a society with a strict hierarchy, and the ruling class is the Red Robe Wizards' Order, or the Red Robe Wizards' Order. Wizards hold the highest status and are characterized by their bald heads, tattoos, and red robes.

Below the mages were some Mulan bureaucrats, priests, and so on, with a vast number of slaves at the very bottom. For a Sel mage to travel from the desolate Eastern Regions, three or four thousand kilometers away, to Sword Bay, he must have some ulterior motive.

“You know quite a lot.” Sosk didn’t care about his gaze. “I’m just a wandering mage who doesn’t fit in with Sel. I’ve been wandering around for decades and have long forgotten what Sel used to look like.”

Anser focused his mind on him, and the dice spun slightly, displaying the target information:
[Sosk, Human, Level 12 Mage (Transformation School)]

'I wonder how much spellcasting ability he has left.'

Spellcasting ability should also affect alchemy skills, since advanced alchemy is inseparable from magic.

"What do you need from this visit?" Anser wasn't in a hurry; the other party must have something to ask for if they came on their own initiative.

"I heard there are strange occurrences in the city, and these creatures are extremely dangerous. How did you deal with them? We mustn't leave any hidden dangers behind."

"Dispose of it?" Anser's eyes darted around. "Kill it, then burn it."

"What?" Soske felt a pang of heartache. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's all burned?"

“It was quite clean. However…” Anser suddenly paused.

“But what?” Sosk pressed.

Anser opened the dragon skin pouch, took out a black box radiating cold air, and opened it forcefully, revealing four tentacles frozen in ice and most of a purple brain.

The Mind Flayers were indeed burned, but the Mind Flayers are different; their materials must be valuable. You can't just burn them all; that would be too wasteful.

"Are you just going to freeze it like this?" Sosk's tone finally softened. He reached out to take it but stopped midway, pointing to the table. "Put it down, let me take a look."

Anser put down the box, got up and left. He teleported to Holreven from his office, put most of the green dragon materials into his dragonskin bag, and then returned to the waiting room.

He doesn't understand alchemy or potions; keeping any materials with him would be a waste. It would be more worthwhile to exchange them for magical items that enhance combat power.

"It's still somewhat useful. How much do you want to sell it for?" Sosk asked as he returned.

"Take a look at this too." Anser took out the dragon meat, tendons, and skin, piling them all on the floor. The cold air filled the room, and the temperature dropped several degrees instantly.

Sosk abruptly stood up: "You killed a fully grown green dragon? No, wasn't the rumor that it was a black dragon?"

“A section of a green dragon’s tail.” Anser didn’t hide anything. “There’s a lot of meat in it, and it’s all stored in the ice cellar.”

Sosk crouched down and inspected everything, his tone displeased: "Your handling is too rough. This is the first time I've ever seen someone smoke dragon meat; it's outrageous. And the dragon skin, who told you to cut it like that? Skin and scales are one piece..."

Freezing is actually a good idea, but it has to be done quickly. Using magic to freeze it instantly is too lazy to just throw it into an ice cellar..."

He spoke very quickly, completely different from before. His dry voice had no inflection or rhythm, which sounded a bit awkward.

Anser listened attentively, thinking he might be able to use it next time he slayed a dragon.

"What about dragon blood?" Sosk asked, puzzled.

"Not much, I kept it for myself."

Sosker's eyes darted around, but he didn't press further: "What do you want?"

Materials of this caliber are unlikely to be sold for money; they're more likely to be used to customize equipment or potions, or exchanged for magical items of equivalent value.

"What do you have?" Anser really didn't know the value of these materials; they could at least sell for tens of thousands of gold coins.

The materials from an adult dragon certainly can't be used to make legendary-level items, but they should start with rare quality, and if you're skilled enough, even exotic quality is possible.

Of course, alchemy alone cannot accomplish this; it requires the cooperation of other skills.

(End of this chapter)