Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Latour stared at the vial, his eyes reddening.

"And this one..."

Ian picked up the violet crystal tube, and the liquid inside flowed slowly as if it were alive.

"【Dream Potion】, a Tier 1 mental balancing potion."

After taking it, one's will will be forcibly drawn into a strange dream, transforming into a rock-armored demonic bear.

The mental burden is minimal; there will be some memory interference for a few days after taking the medication, and there is a chance of awakening the Rock Armor Demon Bear's talent.

He placed the two vials of medicine side by side on the table.

"The Limit-Breaking Version of the [Rock Bear Potion] allows your body to break through the limits of ordinary people, reaching a state of..."

Approaching the level of a weakened first-level wizard.

Latour's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded involuntarily.

Ian looked at his father and spoke each word carefully.

"Using both bottles together greatly increases the chance of awakening some bloodline talents."

Not only will you be able to unleash witchcraft-like spells, but your physical attributes, reaction speed, and sensory abilities will far surpass those of any great knight, and your lifespan will be significantly extended.

The only sound in the study was the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace.

Latour sat in the chair, his body taut like a block of iron.

His hands gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles were white and bloodless, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged as if they were about to burst.

His breathing first stopped, then began to become heavy and labored.

His chest heaved violently, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the two vials of medicine on the table, his gaze like that of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days seeing meat.

It's like someone who has spent half their life in the desert finally seeing an oasis.

A weaker version of a level one wizard!

Lifespan is significantly extended.

These two sentences echoed in his mind over and over again, making his eardrums buzz.

He is in his fifties this year, and as a great knight, he can still last another twenty years.

But what about twenty years from now? What will happen to the family? What will happen to the wife? What will happen to those wolves eyeing the family?

But now, his son tells him that by taking these two doses of medicine, he can not only protect the family, but also lead it to greater heights.

He can live longer, see his grandson grow up, and witness the true prosperity of his family.

"Huff... huff..."

Latour's breathing grew heavier, and he suddenly stood up, pushing his chair backward with a screeching sound.

He walked around the desk twice, his steps hurried and heavy.

Then he stopped at the window, his back to Ian, his shoulders shaking.

Ian didn't say anything, giving him time to process it.

A full minute passed before Latour turned around.

His eyes were red, but not from crying; rather, they were from a suppressed ecstasy that had finally burst forth.

"When can we use it?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Not now," Ian shook his head.

"Both of these are Tier 1 potions, and their energy is too strong. Your body needs to be regulated."

He took a leather pouch from the ring and poured out a dozen packets of pre-packaged herbs and three small crystal bottles.

"This is a formula for warming the body and expanding energy channels. Decoction and take it according to the instructions, once in the morning and once in the evening, for seven consecutive days."

Seven days later, I will first test your physical strength and mental state to see if you can withstand the impact of the drug.

The process will be extremely arduous, so be prepared. Of course, I will be there to protect you.

Latour took the herbs, his fingers trembling slightly as he touched the packet.

He carefully gathered the medicine packets together, as if holding some fragile treasure.

"And these..." He looked at the twenty Control Version [Rock Bear] weapons in the box.

"It's up to you," Ian said. "Who gets to use them, how many to use, and how many to keep as family heirlooms is all up to you."

I suggest that Vincent, Andrei, his two sisters, and several loyal family knights should all be considered.

I will also arrange for my mother to take one dose to prolong her life and improve her health.

He closed the box and pushed it in front of Latour. "Keep the box safe. I have magic stones here to fill it."

He poured out a small pile of standard magic stones from his ring, at least two hundred, and piled them on the table.

Latour looked at the pile of crystal-clear magic stones, then at the box, and finally at his son's calm face.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He walked back to his desk, slowly sat down, pulled the box in front of him, and ran his fingers over the smooth metal surface.

Then he looked up at Ian, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

There was pride, gratitude, and awe...

There is also the relief and ecstasy of an old aristocrat who, after giving everything, finally receives an astronomical reward.

"Ian," his voice was hoarse, "the family... will never let you down."

"I know." Ian stood up.

"I'll stay here for the next few days. After you start taking your medicine, I'll return to the tower after I've finished protecting you."

He walked to the door, then stopped, turned back and said, "By the way, after I kill these people, the capital should send someone to contact me in a few days. You decide what to do; I don't want to see them."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left.

Latour was left alone in the study.

He sat in the chair, staring at the box and magic stone on the table for a very long time.

Then he reached out, opened the box, and saw the neatly arranged medicines inside again.

His hand touched the limited edition "Rock Bear," and his fingertips felt the cool touch of the crystal tube.

A weaker version of a level one wizard.

"This is an extraordinary power that can be passed down through generations; from now on, there will be more and more wizard seeds in the family!"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained was an almost frenzied determination.

From this day forward, the Marcus family will truly rise to prominence.

All of this was because his son came back.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter was initially suppressed, then grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a hearty, unrestrained laugh.

How many years has it been? He guarded that dilapidated mine, dealing with those jackals, humbling himself, enduring and yielding, all so that he could send his son twenty magic stones every month.

Everyone said he was foolish, that he was squandering his entire fortune on a son whose future was uncertain.

Now, the son is back.

He returned carrying a potion that could change the fate of his entire family, and the hope that would allow him to break through the limits of mortals.

Latour's laughter gradually subsided. He wiped his face and found his palms were wet.

He doesn't care.

He picked up the upgraded [Rock Bear Potion] and looked at it under the light.

Within the dark golden liquid, the "magma" moved slowly like living things.

"Wait," he whispered, as if talking to himself, or as if making a promise to someone.

"Seven days from now, I will show everyone what true power is."

Outside the window, the sun shines brightly, and a gentle breeze blows.

But Latour knew that from this day forward, his life, and the future of the entire Marcus family, would be completely changed.

And all of this started with that seemingly risky decision he made back then.

"From now on, the Marcus family flag will fly all over the continent!"

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