My inventory is full of monster materials.

Chapter 106 Potions and Crystals

"Clyde, that's roughly the situation."

"The core of my research is to stably extract brain-nourishing factor 0mega from neuropsychedelics—"

3. I hope you can participate as well.

As he spoke, Mark pushed a thick stack of manuscript papers onto the table.

After more than an hour of detailed explanation, Mark had told Clyde the core ideas and all the difficulties of his project.

Clyde, his brow furrowed, took the manuscript and meticulously examined the details of the research topic, his expression focused and solemn.

Half a day later, the alchemist finally put down his manuscript and slowly began to speak.

"To be honest, I have indeed used brain cores to create magic potions."

"But as you know, I've only had a short time to actually work with the brain nucleus. Most of the time, I've been using it to formulate potions based on the similarity to a slime core, and my research on the composition of the brain nucleus isn't in-depth."

Hearing this, Mark's heart sank.

Clyde is right. From killing the brain core slime to refining the Oracle Potion, only three days had passed. The other party's research on the brain core was indeed limited.

Just as Mark was looking slightly disappointed, Clyde changed the subject, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"However, I am very interested in what you called 0mega-3."

"When I was refining the potion, I did discover a similar substance, but at that time I was eager to advance in my career and didn't have the extra energy to record its extraction method and properties."

Mark was overjoyed, his eyes lighting up again, and he quickly asked more questions.

"So, 0mega-3 really exists?"

"Hmm... I think so."

Clyde nodded, his tone certain.

"But I need some time to recall the refining details at the time and slowly sort out the extraction process."

Mark was overjoyed and immediately made the decision.

"No problem! Then you can join my project. As for Professor Morris, I'll talk to him when I get back, and he'll definitely agree."

Clyde agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I'm also very much looking forward to seeing what it is that will transform me!"

Seeing Clyde's decisive manner, Mark also breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, Mark suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Clyde, I have some potions here, but I don't understand their uses. Could you please take a look at them?"

After saying that, Mark got up, turned around and walked to his desk, opened the drawer, took out three well-sealed bottles of medicine, turned around and walked back to the reception area, and gently placed them on the table.

Clyde looked at the three bottles of potion on the table with a puzzled expression and leaned over curiously.

These three bottles of medicine look different:

The first bottle has a long neck and a golden cross cap. Inside is a clear, transparent liquid that shimmers with golden light.

The second bottle was a round glass bottle containing a viscous, strawberry-red liquid, with simple magical runes engraved on its surface.

The third bottle was a dark glass bottle, and the liquid inside was as red as blood. You could smell a faint bloody odor even through the bottle.

Clyde tapped the bottle lightly with his fingertip, asking with some curiosity.

"Where did you get these bottles of medicine?"

"Cough cough."

Mark coughed twice, then smiled nonchalantly and said...

"These are congratulatory gifts from some nobles when I was promoted to a formal mage."

"Oh, I see."

Clyde's face showed a knowing expression.

He himself had just experienced it firsthand. Becoming a formal mage was no less than becoming a nobleman. Under normal circumstances, many nobles would take the initiative to curry favor, give gifts, and try to get closer to him.

But the truth is, the news of Mark's promotion disappeared without a trace, causing no ripples whatsoever.

These three bottles of potion were not a noble gift at all, but rather the three most valuable ones that Mark had specially picked out from Zeffer's safe.

Without much thought, Clyde glanced at the bottle briefly before pointing to the transparent liquid with the long neck and golden cross cap, and said...

"This is not medicine, it is holy water for blessing. Judging from the style of the bottle, it was consecrated by at least a second-rank priest of the church."

"It can break some curses and purify negative energy, and it is especially harmful to dark creatures."

Mark took the holy water, his fingertips touching the cool bottle, and pondered to himself.

Emily is from the church, so she'd definitely love this stuff.

Then, Clyde pointed to the next bottle of berry-red potion, his tone confident.

"This is a potent healing potion that can instantly repair external injuries. Its effect is similar to that of a mid-level life potion, but its advantage lies in its faster onset and higher value. Unlike mid-level life potions, which are slow to take effect, it is suitable for emergency use in battle."

After saying that, Clyde picked up the bottle of blood-red potion, gently unscrewed the stopper, tilted his head back to smell it, frowned slightly, and then said.

"This is Crimson Fury. Drinking it will instantly unleash the body's potential, surge the desire to fight, and temporarily boost strength and speed."

"But the side effects are also significant. After drinking it, one will become extremely violent, lose some of their rationality, and afterwards suffer from severe fatigue."

After examining the three bottles of medicine, Clyde picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"To be honest, I feel like you, as a mage, wouldn't need these potions."

"Damn it."

Mark pretended to be angry and slammed his hand on the table.

"These aristocrats are taking advantage of my ignorance of goods; they're definitely clearing out their inventory."

Seeing this, Clyde couldn't help but laugh and quickly helped to fix it.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I was just saying it casually. These potions are indeed valuable. If you're short of money, I can take them and give you a reasonable price."

Upon hearing this, Mark's anger subsided, replaced by a beaming smile.

"I need the medicine for now. Speaking of money, I happen to have some things I'd like to sell you. I don't know if you want them."

As he spoke, Mark deliberately glanced at Clyde's luxurious velvet robe, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over his slightly protruding belly.

It's obvious that Clyde has been going out to socialize and accept gifts a lot lately, and he's living a very comfortable life.

Clyde felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and subconsciously adjusted his clothes, secretly sucking in his stomach to hide his little belly.

Then, Mark took out a small wooden box from the pocket of his mage's robe, gently opened the lid, and inside were five or six crystals of different colors, sparkling and translucent, gleaming with a magical glow.

Upon seeing this, Clyde blurted out.

"Magic Crystal!"

Clyde certainly recognized it.

Magic crystals are a form of hard currency among mages; they are essential for crafting magical items and for enchanting.

Clyde immediately reached into the box and picked out a yellow crystal about half the length of his little finger. He held it in his hand, admiring it and rubbing it repeatedly.

"This one should be of mid-grade magic crystal quality, with very high purity. I'll take it for 400 gold coins."

"sure."

Mark's smile grew even brighter, and he could almost hear the crisp sound of gold coins falling.

But Marx pondered for a few seconds, paused, and then said...

"You have a wide network of connections, why don't we consign the rest of these crystals to you for sale? I'll give you 20%, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Clyde pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"No problem, these crystals are of good quality and will definitely fetch a good price."

"Um."

Mark still trusted Clyde a lot.

The other party had given me a magic crystal pendant without a second thought, and the value of that pendant was probably comparable to this mid-grade magic yellow crystal.

In fact, among the valuables Mark looted from Zeffer's safe were skill books and scrolls, but he still needed them and didn't show them off for the time being.

However, Mark soon remembered something else.

"Clyde, you said before that you would make an attribute potion for each member of our team, do you remember?"

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Clyde looked up from the crystal at Mark and nodded seriously.

"Of course I remember. What, you already have the main ingredients for crafting attribute potions?"

"no."

Mark shook his head, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"But I'd like to ask, is it possible to replace the attribute potion with a potential potion?"

"Potion of Potential..."

Clyde hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed, and after a long period of contemplation, he slowly spoke.

"It's possible, but the difficulty of refining it will increase by 2 to 3 times. Moreover, a potential potion only increases potential by 1 to 2 points, which is not a direct benefit. It's more practical to use attribute potions."

"I've decided on the Potential Potion."

"

Mark's eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

While attributes are important, only by enhancing potential can one break free from constraints and have greater room for growth in the future.

Seeing Mark's resolute attitude, Clyde stopped trying to persuade him.

"Alright, if it were before, I definitely wouldn't have dared to attempt such a difficult refining process so easily, but now that I'm a formal 'alchemist,' I'm confident I can refine it for you."

"Which potential potion do you want?"

Mark replied without hesitation.

"The wisdom of an owl."