Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Chapter 102 Allocation of Equipment and Substitute Materials

Rose arrived at the door of the illegal clinic that Mason had mentioned.

You can smell the chemicals coming from inside the clinic just by standing at the door.

The strong smell was almost solidified, a strange sweetness mixed with disinfectant and a slight rusty smell.

Rose's head was completely covered by a black cloth, and beneath it, his mouth was slightly open.

The wind that swirled around his body, generated by his transformation into a cloud shape, flowed back into his throat.

Then, Rose activated [Perception Enhancement], and the surrounding information flooded into Rose's mind like a tidal wave, showing the situation inside the black clinic.

He observed a tall, thin man standing busy beside the operating table, his greasy hair plastered to his scalp, and a pair of round glasses perched on his nose.

On the operating table lay a man, seemingly nearing the end of his life, uttering incoherent groans. His left leg was missing below the knee.

Then, Rose pushed open the door and went inside.

A strong, pungent smell of thunder hit him, but fortunately, Rose was no ordinary person. As someone who could sleep all night next to a trash can with clothes left by a homeless person, Rose only squinted his eyes and quickly got used to it.

The man busy at the operating table merely glanced at Rose.

Seeing that the newcomer was dressed strangely, completely covered up, his reaction was rather casual. He simply pointed to the stool next to him and said, "Sit there and wait a while."

Rose, following his gaze, saw a triangular stool, nodded, and sat down.

Looking at the tall, thin man who was launching a full-scale attack, Rose could easily tell that this guy was operating purely as a battlefield medic, even though Rose didn't have much medical knowledge.

Rose noticed that during the operation, he used some machines engraved with strange runes to assist in the operation.

Rose has seen this kind of machine before; it usually requires rational operation.

For example, the borrowing machine in the library and Joel's little car.

"Could the other person be a magician?"

Rose guessed that way.

But a magician working as a quack doctor in a slum? That's kind of funny.

Even if the magicians in this world are incredibly low-class, and even if they are subjected to social discipline, alienation, and slaughter, they couldn't possibly be this low-class.

Rose quickly noticed something was wrong.

The person in front of you must make physical contact with the machine when using these machines.

For example, you might operate the machine by placing your hand in a specific location, or by using other parts of your body to operate or touch it.

Rose quickly made a judgment:

The other party is most likely not a real magician, but just an ordinary person who has mastered some extraordinary power.

His rationality has been developed to a certain extent, enough to use these machines, but it has not yet reached the first-level standard, that is, a rationality level of 25, which is the level to which the fluctuations, influences and interferences of rationality can be projected outward.

His own level of rationality is probably between 18 and 23.

Rose remembered Joel's little car.

Joel had previously explained to him that the car only required a sanity level of 18 or higher to use, and did not require reaching the level of a first-circle mage.

However, it seems that these machines that lower the threshold for rationality all have some kind of flaw, requiring contact with a part of the body to transmit the rationality through the physical body.

Rose sat down beside him with great interest, watching the man operate the machines he had never seen in his previous life, and seeing the runes flashing alternately on the surface of the machines as the man moved.

After a while, Rose judged that about half an hour had passed, and by then it was already getting dark outside.

He seemed to have finished his work—or perhaps that's not quite right—the person on the operating table was completely dead, and he had no other choice but to end the surgery.

Rose noticed that although the person lying on the operating table was motionless and groaning, he was clearly sweating profusely while the doctor was performing the procedure.

A bad thought popped into Rose's mind: Could it be that this doctor only gave him drugs to paralyze his whole body and didn't completely anesthetize him?

The doctor from the shady clinic regretfully pushed the operating table away. After a while, he came out again, took off his rubber gloves, and asked Luo Saibo, "Sir, is there anything you need?"

To be honest, he was quite polite.

Rose said in a rough voice, "I need some equipment to mix the medicine."

He frowned, adjusted his round glasses, and said, "Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask your level of rationality..."

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Rose didn't speak, but pointed a tightly wrapped finger at him, emanating the purest rationality. His greasy, drooping hair suddenly flew backward.

His face showed a look of astonishment. The power of reason was released outward as mental power, which meant that the other party's reason was at least 25 points, reaching the level of a first-ring mage.

He then composed himself, nodded to Rose, and said, "I apologize for the late introductions, sir. You may call me Lyle."

Luo Sai remained noncommittal, but a rough voice came from under the black cloth: "Luo Xin."

Lyle nodded: "Okay, Mr. Luo Xin, please come with me."

I do have a few used, unused pharmaceutical manufacturing machines here that I can sell to you cheaply.

It's perfectly adequate for handling general drug manufacturing.

Rose stood up and gestured for him to lead the way.

Rose then followed Lyle into a room inside the clinic that was clearly a storage room. Several machines were casually arranged inside, and needles, cardboard boxes, and machine parts were scattered on the floor.

Lyle pulled out three old, oddly shaped machines covered in runes from the machine, and then demonstrated to Rose how the machines worked and the interface for the function of reason.

However, one of the three machines was clearly faulty; it would often run in the wrong direction depending on Lyle's instructions, or it would simply stop working altogether.

Lyle chuckled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, the memory metal inside this machine is probably fatigued and isn't working properly anymore."

These machines operate on a similar principle to Joel's car, using runes to guide reason and intervene in reality for fine-tuning and manipulation.

Rose had heard that the technology of the magical side in this world was roughly divided into two categories, one of which was this kind of machine that was directly manipulated using the power of reason.

Another type requires a magic pool, and the minimum standard for using this technology is the peak of the first ring. Most second-ring mages are qualified to use it, while only third-ring mages can fully control this machine.

First-circle mages engage in purely rational development, while second-circle mages seem to begin to utilize some magical power.

However, Rose was unaware of the specific technical details and theoretical basis related to magic.

He hasn't been a mage for long enough. To be honest, in terms of common sense, he's not even a qualified first-level mage.

Right now, he's just a second-circle mage in name only; his actual abilities are still quite limited.

After Lyle finished his introduction, Rossel also tried it out and used it. The remaining two machines did not have any major problems.

He nodded in agreement.

After negotiating with Lyle, they eventually bought the two machines for 11000 marks.

Well, another third of Hope House.

Rose now has just over ten thousand dollars left in her possession.

Having the machine alone is not enough; Rose also needs to prepare the raw materials for "Silent Thunder".

It's highly unlikely that the materials from 20,000 years ago existed in this era. He could only roughly explain the properties and characteristics of the required raw materials based on the principle of "Silent Thunder".

Lyle and Rose discussed and pondered for almost an hour before finally managing to gather all the raw materials he needed.

For almost every material, Rose bought more than two alternatives.

As for whether doing so would expose the formula of "Silent Thunder", Rose was not worried.

Because the raw materials required for Silent Thunder have one thing in common: almost none of them have any extraordinary properties.

That's why Rose ultimately chose this formula from the vast collection of potion recipes in the library.

Because he can easily find affordable alternative raw materials in this era.

Moreover, the most crucial step in the preparation of this medicine is to use the ancient dragon's lightning to catalyze the medicine and endow it with certain extraordinary properties.

This means that its formula is almost irreversible, and in this era, only Rose is currently able to formulate it.

Finally, Rose paid three thousand marks to buy the raw materials.

The contents were quite varied, including plants whose names I didn't know, biological powders, capsules, reagents—you name it.

These are all things from this era whose properties and medicinal effects are roughly similar to the ingredients recorded in the "Silent Thunder" formula.

Of course, the properties of each material are only approximate, and as for what the final product will look like, that's up to fate.

After buying these items, Rose bid farewell to Lyle, then gently lifted the two machines with the wind force of "transforming into a cloud shape," and left with the materials in her arms.

Lyle had originally wanted to ask Rose if she could carry all that stuff by herself.

In the end, they could only watch enviously as Rose used the unique methods of a magician to take these things away.

By the time I got home, it was already completely dark.

Tiana was sprawled on the living room sofa, engrossed in flipping through a picture book. Rose didn't disturb her and went straight to the basement.

The basement was full of dust and cobwebs, but thanks to her high level of sanity, Rose could even clearly observe the movements of rats.

He first placed the machine and materials on the ground, then chanted "Air Compression".

The surrounding air began to gather in his hand. With his high level of rationality and extremely high proficiency in [air compression], he continuously amplified this gathering effect. After fine-tuning, he shaped the air bullet in his hand into an effect similar to a vacuum cleaner.

All the dust, cobwebs, and debris within the range of this air blast were absorbed and compressed to the very center by the airflow, eventually coalescing into a small sphere.

Magic, isn't it amazing?

Rose cleaned the basement roughly, then casually used her rationality to precisely kill the rats hiding in the shadows.

Next, he used a gentle breeze to thoroughly clean the two machines from top to bottom, and then turned on the water tap in the basement to wash some simple equipment he had bought from the gangsters.

Finally, he neatly arranged the two machines and the simple dispensing equipment on the table in the basement.

Rose let out a long sigh of relief.

Next, he will try to concoct this potion from 2 years ago.