Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Chapter 108 Showcase

Keaton looked at Rose and fell silent.

Dude, why didn't you tell me you knew this trick sooner?

With your level of power, why would you need to use Morrison's legacy to curry favor with me? It's me who needs to curry favor with you!

Another thought popped into Keaton's head: a pharmacist like him might not really care much about Morrison's legacy.

In fact, deliberately feigning goodwill is one of the other party's little quirks; he deliberately left Morrison's legacy to make a show of goodwill and feign goodwill.

Keaton had already discovered during his conversations with Rose that Rose loved to play hard to get.

However, Keaton was relieved when he saw Rose's childish appearance. If he didn't like to act cute, why would he modify his body like that?

They even have a little girl they're raising to play house with.

That's true; without some weird little quirks, one wouldn't have ended up in the slums.

In fact, one question that Keaton subconsciously overlooked was whether it was possible that Rose was indeed a sugar enthusiast and didn't really know much about matters related to magicians.

Keaton let out a long breath and said, "Mr. Rose, I can vouch for the effectiveness of this medicine."

When Keaton said that, he was a little flustered and felt a bit embarrassed. To be honest, this thing would sell well at the party even without his guarantee.

It just takes more time and money to promote and build trust, and he can understand Rose's point, which is to use his prestige and trust at the gathering to speed up the process.

Keaton then handed the potion to Rose, who waved it away, preferring to say as little as possible, and said, "You keep this."

Keaton's face once again displayed that exaggerated expression only he could pull off, and he said, "Oh dear, Mr. Rose, I can't accept this."

Although he said that, his hands honestly stuffed the medicine into his pocket.

Keaton then rubbed his hands together and said, "Mr. Rose, your potion is good, but the mechanism of action is a bit..."

He considered for a moment and said, "That's very imaginative. I never thought there was such a way to stabilize one's rationality, and there's also that unique extraordinary characteristic. Of course, I'm not trying to pry into the extraordinary characteristics you possess, but rather to say that even with my guarantee, people's acceptance of it might be very low."

Rose replied, "It's alright. Besides your guarantee, I've prepared another bottle, just for promotional purposes."

Keaton understood what Rose meant. He realized that Rose was well-prepared and that she intended to attend the gatherings regularly to sell the potions.

If it's just a short-term sale, Keaton can act as an agent to sell it, and Keaton is fully capable of using his influence to absorb the drug.

Keaton's words just now also implied acquiring the drug's distribution rights, but seeing that Rose was prepared, he stopped there.

Since Rose intends to attend parties and sell potions long-term, Keaton doesn't need to earn that little bit of agency money. If Keaton were to become an agent, he could take advantage of the scarcity of the product to secretly raise the price and earn more profit.

If Rosell intends to sell it long-term, the price will eventually stabilize. Although a monopoly could be established, it's not really necessary.

"Let's go."

Keaton turned around, took two steps toward number 23 in the West End, then turned back, his exaggerated smile returning to his face. "Mr. Rose, let's go inside and talk. We need to let them all see your potion."

Rose nodded and followed behind him, keeping about a step's distance.

The two walked to the door one after the other. Keaton pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Rose go in first.

Rose didn't stand on ceremony and stepped across the threshold.

The eyes of more than a dozen magicians in the room all turned to him. They saw that Rose's childlike appearance was a bit hard to bear, and they knew that there would be another genius at the gathering.

Meanwhile, a few magicians inside the room, who were still at the second-circle level, were silently observing Rose using perception-based magic.

They were all stunned, because Rose did not do anything to conceal or obscure the perception-based magic. After observing Rose's inhuman physical abilities, they smiled with relief.

It turns out he's a flesh-and-blood modified being like Keaton. Just like Rose, Keaton didn't add any sensory magic to his body in order to show off his face.

Rose's situation is easy to understand. Just like Keaton, he flaunts his superb flesh manipulation skills like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, eager to let everyone know how exquisite and amazing his body modification is.

It's safe to say that these are truly the newcomers brought in by Keaton; they're birds of a feather, in cahoots.

"Hey, Keaton, is this your new henchman?"

A bald man sitting at the end of the long table grinned: "Looks pretty young."

Keaton ignored him and walked straight to the long table, patted it, and drew everyone's attention.

"Gentlemen,"

He cleared his throat, his expression unusually serious. "This is Mr. Rose, a pharmacist."

There was a moment of silence around the long table.

pharmacist.

This word carries considerable weight among magicians.

Not every mage has the energy and talent to delve into the obscure and difficult terms of potion-making, nor can every potion-maker concoct something truly useful.

Moreover, not everyone is qualified to become a pharmacist, because the initial training of a pharmacist requires a lot of money.

Even if the other person is now in the slums just like me, at least their identity as an apothecary proves that they were once quite wealthy in the magical world.

A pharmacist whom Keaton solemnly recruited was clearly not the kind of person who could only brew cough syrup.

"Keaton,"

A gruff voice rang out, "You invited this gentleman in to sell something?"

Rose turned her gaze over and saw an old man who looked to be in his fifties, with wrinkles already creeping onto his face. Rose had known this man for a long time; he was the "Dora" that Rose had sensed—a true god.

Rose couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of this old man, Bitden, presenting such a bizarre appearance in perception-type magic.

"Mr. Finn, your insight remains as sharp as ever."

Keaton grinned and turned to look at Rose.

Without saying a word, Rose took the vial of medicine from his pocket and placed it on the long table.

The glass bottle made a crisp "thud" as it touched the wooden table.

The pale golden liquid swayed slightly in the bottle.

"Rationality Stabilizing Potion"

Rose said, "It's not addictive, doesn't impair sanity, and the side effects are memory loss and physical weakness for about a day after taking it."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the magicians present, including "Dora" Finn, were stunned for a moment. Then, a low commotion arose around the long table.

"Non-addictive?! A drug that doesn't destroy rationality? And can even stabilize rationality? Can words be arranged and combined like this?"

The bald man was the first to yell, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"that is,"

Someone nearby chimed in, "Those with fewer side effects are treated like treasures, and you dare to claim it's not addictive? And doesn't it impair rationality? What a load of bull!"

Rose did not argue.

He simply turned his head and glanced at Keaton.

Keaton understood and stepped forward to pick up the bottle of medicine.

"Gentlemen,"

Keaton held up the medicine bottle and looked around. "I've already tested the effects of this medicine outside."

This is a very imaginative potion. Unlike the rational stabilizing potions that we often take to temporarily and forcibly develop the brain and calm the mind, Mr. Rose's potion has a very unique and extraordinary property. It can unify the soul and the body, gain a certain sense of control, and stabilize rationality through this sense of control.

"You make it sound so true."

The bald man pursed his lips, but his eyes had already changed.

He knew that Keaton, though flamboyant and prone to scheming, never talked nonsense.

Moreover, this method sounds like a flesh-manipulation magic technique, and it may even involve the soul school. Is there any living one?

"Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we try it."

Keaton pushed the vial forward. "Mr. Rosey, this one was originally meant for everyone to try."

There was a moment of silence around the long table.

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