I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

"This is a very unique phenomenon. The magic in the bottle is like a chaotic mass, only becoming clear when it is directed at you."

Old man Barton took off his monocle and explained with great interest.

"I suggest you drink it now. The power of the medicine will slowly dissipate, which will reduce its effectiveness."

Lynn thought about it and agreed to Barton's suggestion. Having a senior mage on site would reduce the chances of unexpected situations.

So, under the watchful eyes of Barton and Eli, he quickly unscrewed the cork, tilted his head back, and drank the small bottle of the potion of destiny.

The taste was strange, like apple juice mixed with dried salted fish. It was slightly sweet at first, but the aftertaste became increasingly nauseating, though still bearable.

According to pharmacist Carlyle, even positive effects are random; they may be negligible or temporarily transformative.

I wonder what kind of effect I'll get?

With anticipation, Lynn felt the slightly cool liquid slide down his esophagus into his stomach, and then a strange tingling sensation quickly spread throughout his body.

It's like countless fine electric currents eventually converging in the head.

He suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

The lingering strange taste in his mouth, the slightly trembling eyelids of Barton as he focused intently, the faint fragrance emanating from Eli beside him…

My senses were noticeably heightened... Lynn quickly adapted to these changes and quietly suppressed her inner surprise.

It wasn't just the five senses; the "spirituality," which symbolizes the sixth sense, also grew.

He could now see the strange magical patterns on the monocle that Barton was holding between his fingers; it was a special magical item.

It can be used without being infused with magic!

Is this an invention of the White Tower Society? A magical item that even non-spellcasters can use!

"How is it?" Barton asked with a smile, while Eli looked at him with curiosity.

"My five senses have been slightly enhanced. This potion is truly remarkable!" Lynn said with delight.

His surprise was genuine, but it concealed an aspect of spiritual growth.

After all, the ability of "spirituality" is very mysterious, related to the perception of mysterious things that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive. Many monks cannot make progress even after daily meditation and practice.

If Barton knew that the Potion of Fate could permanently enhance one's spirituality, he would probably dig three feet into the ground to find Carlisle.

Barton nodded upon hearing this. "Indeed, potions that can enhance the five senses are quite precious. It's a pity that this potion contains too many other ingredients. It would be even better if it were refined further."

Afterwards, Lynn thanked the old man Barton, and the two said goodbye before leaving the Magic Association.

I never imagined Carlisle's Destiny Potion would be so powerful. It's a pity that only three bottles can be produced each month, and not every bottle will produce a positive effect...

In any case, Lynn quietly increased the importance of helping him complete the commission, and it was necessary to establish a friendly relationship with such a pharmacist.

"Where do we go next?"

Lynn glanced at the sky and said to Eli, "It's still early, let's wander around a bit."

……

7 PM, Iron Spike Street, Gambler's Tavern.

As soon as Lynn entered the tavern, he immediately attracted the attention of the opposite sex.

Heavily made-up, scantily clad mature women waved at him with hands holding lit cigarettes, trying to attract his attention.

He only calmed down a little when he saw the half-elf girl following closely behind him.

Clothes make the man, and after a whole afternoon of shopping guided by Eli, which was a "hellish" shopping experience for Lynn, Lynn felt completely refreshed.

His current attire is brand new and perfectly suits his personality.

The top is made of light gray cotton fabric with thin leather reinforcement at the shoulders and elbows, emphasizing lightweight and durability.

The lower body consists of dark brown linen trousers and thick-soled leather boots, with several specially designed pockets on the side of the waist, which also serve a functional purpose.

These are actually quite common traveler outfits.

The only unusual thing about him was the dark green waxed cloth short jacket he wore, with the collar turned up and the edge embroidered with magical patterns, which had a certain mental protective effect.

This set cost him 65 silver coins, of which the coat, which was considered a semi-magical item, accounted for 50 silver coins.

Lynn originally wanted to buy a set of leather armor, which would greatly improve his overall defensive capabilities.

But after trying it, he found that even the weight of the leather armor was difficult for a mage with his weak physique to handle, and he would be out of breath after running for a while.

"We mages should focus on our thoughts and minds; as for physical safety, let our teammates and protective magic handle it!" Eli said.

Then, with her careful coordination, Lynn finally changed out of his tattered adventurer's outfit.

"You are now like a skilled traveling mage, and natural colors can help you blend into the wilderness better."

She looked at the young mage with black hair, black eyes, handsome features, and a calm gaze, and said with a smile on her lips.

Lynn was a little unaccustomed at first, mainly because she felt sorry for the money she had worked so hard to earn, which had quickly dwindled to less than 60 silver coins.

He had originally planned to exchange it for gold coins at the local bank!

Upon entering the Gambler's Tavern, he began to look around, and finally, in a corner of the tavern, he spotted a familiar figure.

"Cilyn, it's only just gotten dark, how come you've drunk so much?" He approached the woman who was slumped on the table with a cold face.

Eli followed closely behind, his gaze curiously observing the woman named Sirin.

According to Lynn, she was one of his former teammates.

This was a woman with a mature charm. Her skin had a honey-like texture in the dim light. When she heard the voice, she looked up. Her long, dark brown hair was styled in slightly messy waves. Her features were delicate, her eyes were hazy with intoxication, and the corners of her eyes were upturned. She looked up at Lynn with a charming and alluring air.

"Lynn, it's you... You finally decided to get out of bed, come on, have a drink with your sister..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her bright red fingernails and hooked them around the hem of Lynn's shirt, pretending to pull his belt.

She seems to have some feelings for Lynn? Not necessarily… Eli analyzed, based on his experience in social situations, that she might just be behaving promiscuously, which is related to her habits.

Lynn casually pulled away Celine's restless hand, turned her head to look around, and asked, "Where are Liam and the others?"

Upon hearing this, Xilin immediately scoffed and pouted, saying, "I thought you came here specifically to see me."

Lynn turned to look at her, then raised his hand and turned the wine glass in front of her upside down.

"Captain, stop drinking. I'm here to ask you for a mission."

Captain? Eli immediately looked at Sirin. So this lady was Lynn's captain?

She suddenly became nervous, like an intern preparing for a job interview at a new company.

As the one who commissioned the mission, she also had to join Lynn's team. It was perfectly normal for her to feel nervous and excited about meeting the team members for the first time.

In particular, she has never formed a formal adventurer party with anyone.

"This young lady is the person who commissioned our mission." Lynn stepped aside so that Celine could see Eli behind her.

Sirin glanced at Eli with captivating charm, and when she saw the half-elf girl's clean and outstanding appearance, her eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then, she slowly stood up.

Eli then realized that the other person was extremely tall, almost the same height as Lynn, and had an incredibly voluptuous figure, especially the honey-colored area of ​​her chest covered by a pitifully small amount of fabric.

The other person glanced down at him, then lowered their head and sniffed Lynn's shoulder a few times.

She lazily raised her eyelashes, her voice as thick and sweet as honey.

"Looks like you two spent a lot of time together today; you're covered in her scent."