Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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The following day at noon, there was a family lunch.

The long dining table was covered with a precious velvet tablecloth, and the silver cutlery was polished to a gleaming shine.

But the atmosphere was so tense it was almost unbearable.

Father Latour sat in the main seat, and Ian sat in the first seat to his right.

Ian’s mother, Enoya, sat next to him, her eyes still a little red, but she smiled and kept putting food on his plate.

Vincent, the older brother, sat to Latour's left, sitting upright and moving with restraint.

Beside Vincent was his wife, a gentle-looking young woman, who kept her head down, not daring to look at Ian.

Three children were sitting opposite me.

The eldest boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with brown hair and blue eyes. He was the son of La Tour's concubine, and his name was Andrei.

Beside him were two girls, one of whom was Ian's half-sister, Lillian, eleven years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, who secretly glanced at Ian.

The other was Sophia, the daughter of a concubine, who was eight or nine years old and was so frightened that she almost buried her face in the plate.

The concubine herself sat next to the child; she was a quiet young woman, her fingers nervously twisting a napkin.

No one spoke; the only sounds were the soft clinking of knives and forks against plates.

Gaga squatted on the high-backed chair that was specially provided next to Ian.

A small silver plate was placed in front of him, piled high with roasted meat, nuts, and fruit.

It tilted its head, its heterochromatic eyes looking left and right, and suddenly spoke, its voice clear and crisp.

"The meat is cut too big; it's not up to standard."

The servant standing nearby was startled and almost dropped the tray.

Ainoa was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "This...this person can talk?"

"Hmm, its name is Gaga." Ian cut a piece of meat of a suitable size and put it on Gaga's plate.

He doesn't talk much usually.

Gaga puffed out its chest, pecked at the piece of meat, and swallowed it with satisfaction.

Then, looking at Lillian across from her, she tilted her head and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lillian blushed and whispered, "You...you're so beautiful."

"Caw! You have good taste!" Caw caw proudly shook its wings.

A few feathers, shimmering with iridescent black light, drifted down. "You're much cuter than your brother."

Vincent: "..."

Ainoa couldn't help but laugh out loud. The tense atmosphere cracked a little.

During the meal afterwards, Gaga became the center of attention.

It would occasionally offer a comment: "This soup is a bit too salty." "The roast meat is cooked perfectly." "The fruit isn't sweet."

The servants were initially flustered, but later they discovered that although this "bird master" was picky, as long as they did what he said, he wouldn't make things difficult for them; on the contrary, he would give them a "good" evaluation.

Lillian, emboldened, asked again, "Gaga, can you fly fast?"

"Quickly." Gaga raised a paw and gestured.

"It won't take more than the time it takes to eat a meal to get from here to the capital."

"Wow..." Lillian's eyes lit up.

Andrei and Sofia also secretly looked up.

Gaga noticed, turned to Andrei, and blinked its heterochromatic eyes.

"Hey kid, why are you trembling? I'm not going to eat you."

Andrei froze, his face turning red.

"Let's eat," Ian said casually.

Gaga immediately shut up and lowered its head to peck at the grapes.

But after a while, it couldn't resist and gently touched the cup in front of Lillian with the tip of its wing.

"Can I have half of this honeydew?"

Lillian paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously and pushed her cup over.

Gaga lowered its head, took a bite, and slurped it down with satisfaction.

After the meal, the atmosphere finally relaxed a bit.

Although, apart from Enoya and Lillian, the others were still reserved, at least they no longer felt like they were walking on nails.

After lunch, Ian and Latour went to the study.

The study door closed, and the soundproof barrier silently opened.

Latour turned to Ian and said, "Thank you for your hard work yesterday."

"Of course." Ian walked to the chair by the fireplace and sat down. "Father, sit down."

Latour sat down in the main seat behind the desk.

This was his castle, his study, and this gesture made Ian nod slightly in his heart.

Ian took the lead-gray metal box out of his storage ring.

The box is not big. It is arm-length and palm-width wide, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, except for a recessed groove on the side.

"This is a constant-temperature, sealed storage box." Ian placed the box on the table.

"It can operate by filling it with magic stones. The interior is kept at a constant temperature and humidity, and is isolated from energy interference. The things placed inside will not spoil for a hundred years."

Latour's gaze fell on the box, and his breathing unconsciously slowed down.

Ian opened the box, and a cold white light shone from inside, illuminating a corner of the desk.

The box is divided into two compartments. One compartment contains twenty crystal tubes arranged neatly, each filled with a golden, viscous liquid that gleams slightly with a metallic sheen.

The other compartment contained twenty small crystal bottles filled with a clear, pale blue liquid.

Inside, two larger crystal tubes are fixed separately. One is dark gold with a lava-like liquid, and the other is a dreamy violet color with swirling starlight inside.

"These twenty vials on the left are [Rock Bear Potion]." This is a specially crafted, controlled version.

Ian ran his fingers along the row of dark gold crystal tubes. "Give it to mortals, and it can strengthen their physique to the level of a wizard apprentice."

Latour's hand rested on the edge of the table, his knuckles beginning to turn white.

"Apprentice?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes," Ian said, "not a knight, but a wizard's apprentice."

One dose of the [Rock Bear Potion] can elevate an ordinary person's physical abilities to the level of an advanced apprentice.

Moreover, they are the kind of highly skilled apprentices who have undergone long-term training and have a solid foundation.

He paused, letting the words explode in his father's mind.

"How many great knights do you have under your command? And how many great knights are there in the entire kingdom?"

This single dose of the potion can create someone whose physical abilities completely overwhelm those of a Grand Knight.

If the person already possesses a knightly background, the effect will be even stronger.

Latour's pupils shrank to a single point.

Crushing the Great Knight.

These words hit him like a hammer blow.

He fought his way through half his life, only to find himself stuck at the peak of the Great Knight realm, and he knew just how difficult that level was.

The great knights of the kingdom are all legends on the battlefield, pillars of their families, and powerful figures whom even the king treats with great respect.

And his son is now telling him that this tiny crystal tube can create such a thing.

No, it's even stronger than that; it's crushing.

"This potion..." Latour's voice trembled, "...outside..."

"You can't buy it," Ian interrupted him.

"This is the work of the potion master; every serving is one less available."

"I am a potion master, and these are bloodline potions I personally concocted."

He didn't say how many magic stones it was worth, but the words "bloodline potion" carried enough weight.

Latour's throat moved, but he couldn't speak.

"The light blue one is the matching [Tranquil Water]."

Ian pointed to the row of small crystal bottles, "They can alleviate the erosion of willpower during the potion's active period; they must be used together and in advance."

His fingers moved toward two large crystal tubes that were individually fixed inside the box.

"This one is the upgraded version of the [Rock Bear Potion]." Ian picked up the dark gold potion that was kept separately.

"The drug is three to five times more potent than the controlled version, but it requires a physique that surpasses that of a Grand Knight to take it; otherwise, the user will explode on the spot."

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