Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Five days passed quickly.

Wayne hasn't gone out much these days.

The potions room door is closed from morning till night, and the lights are on from late at night to early morning. The shelves are piled high with bottles and jars, some already sealed, neatly stacked on the wooden shelves.

During this time, Wayne has been developing a fourth-tier body tempering potion, the recipe of which was recently provided by the panel.

Emma has visited a few times.

She mainly came to deliver food.

They mainly deliver bread and roasted meat.

Ella never came.

It wasn't that she didn't want to come, but that she was afraid to. She was afraid that if she came, she wouldn't be able to leave, and if she couldn't leave, she would delay Wayne's important business.

Wayne has always valued the potion-making profession.

The importance of potions on the continent far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine. A warrior's breakthrough is inseparable from a body-tempering potion. A mage's advancement is inseparable from an elemental affinity potion. A priest's growth is inseparable from a holy light resonance potion. Without potions, the number of high-level professionals in this world would decrease by at least 70%.

Potion recipes are the most closely guarded secrets of all major powers. A single high-level potion recipe is worth as much as a city. The treasury of the Kingdom of Wiggins holds eighty-seven high-level potion recipes, each locked in a mithril chest in the royal palace's underground vault, guarded in shifts by four fifth-tier mages.

Most potion recipes circulating on the mainland are low-level, Tier 1 and 2, with the occasional Tier 3. Tier 4 and above recipes are basically monopolized by major powers. Ordinary people can't buy them even if they have the money. It's not that they don't want to sell, but even if they did, you wouldn't be able to concoct them. Concocting high-level potions requires the potion master's own magical power; it's not simply a matter of throwing herbs into a pot according to the recipe.

The potion recipes in Wayne's panel, if placed in the outside world, would each be enough to ignite a war. This is not an exaggeration, but a fact. A fourth-tier breakthrough potion recipe could double the overall strength of a medium-sized power within three years. A fifth-tier recipe could allow a large power to overwhelm all its competitors within ten years.

After glancing at the panel, Wayne turned his gaze back to the churning liquid in the flask.

blue.

Formula number seventeen.

This is the forty-seventh recipe the panel provided him.

The formulas he has now, if picked out randomly, are a level above the most precious formulas circulating in the market.

Wayne knew it in his heart.

These things cannot be allowed to leave the country.

He understood the principle that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

He possessed fourth-tier strength, enough to roam freely in a small border town like Frost Town. But in the entire Kingdom of Wiggins, and before the seven major papal courts, fourth-tier strength was insignificant. In the papal headquarters in the capital, Antwerp, there were at least seven or eight sixth-tier veterans. The commander and deputy commander of the Crusader Legion were both fifth-tier.

Fourth order?

not enough.

For Wayne, that's far from enough.

The time has come to the sixth day.

The door to the potions room finally opened.

When Wayne came out, he looked much thinner, his steps were unsteady, and he stood for a moment, leaning against the doorframe. However, his eyes were filled with joy.

The panel appeared silently in front of him.

[Wien Breakthrough Report]

Current rank: Mid-stage Rank 4.

[Breakthrough Method: Tier 4 Body Tempering Potion (Recipe No. 17). The process lasts approximately two hours, during which the patient experiences three episodes of intense pain, each lasting for varying durations. The first episode primarily affects the bones, the second the muscles, and the third the internal organs. After these three episodes of intense pain, the body enters a remodeling phase, lasting approximately one hour.]

[Note: During the body tempering process, your screams once alerted Vera. She stood at the door of the potion room with a basin of water, hesitating for about half a cup of tea's time, but ultimately did not knock. It wasn't that she didn't want to go in, but that she dared not. She knew you were doing something very important, and any disturbance could ruin everything. She placed the basin of water at the door, moved a stool to the corridor, and sat there for a long time. Emma and Ella came twice, but she turned them away both times.]

[Note 2: You feel great now. Your limbs and body feel like they've been cleansed; every muscle is firmer and every bone is stronger. Your overall combat power has increased by about 30%. If you were to face Andrei now, you wouldn't give him the chance to use "Goddess's Embrace."]

[Additionally: At the mid-stage of the fourth rank, you are already considered above average among the clergy of the Kingdom of Wiggins. Those fifth-rank old fogies at the Holy See headquarters in the capital won't easily make a move; your mid-stage fourth-rank strength is enough to allow you to maintain your footing in most situations.]

Wayne looked down at his hands, opening and closing his fingers repeatedly.

Power flows through the fingertips.

It's much thicker than before.

As he reached the corner of the corridor, Vera came from the direction of the kitchen carrying a tray. When she saw him, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"My lord!" Her voice held an barely suppressed joy. "You're out!"

"Um."

Wayne nodded, turning his gaze away from his hands and looking at Vera.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Vera shook her head and handed the tray to him: "Sir, please have something to eat first. The porridge has been kept warm on the stove, and the bread was freshly baked this morning."

Wayne picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. The warm porridge slid down his throat, warming his stomach.

Just then, Marco walked over from the direction of the front hall, and when he saw Wayne, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His pupils dilated slightly.

"Sir, you..."

Wayne put down his bowl of porridge.

"What's wrong?"

Marco took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over Wayne twice, from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

"My lord, you've broken through to a higher level?"

Wayne looked at him.

"You figured it out?"

Marco's voice was filled with surprise.

"My lord, your aura is different now. Before, when you stood there, you were like a deep pool of water, you could see the bottom, but you couldn't touch it. Now when you stand there... it's still deep water, but the surface is wider and the water is deeper."

He paused.

"My lord, what rank do you hold now?"

"Mid-stage of the fourth tier".

Marco's pupils constricted slightly.

"My lord, the solidity of your aura is such that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you're at the late stage of the fourth rank."

Marco continued, his tone becoming increasingly certain.

"I've been in the north for so many years, and I've seen quite a few fourth-tier warriors, and even several mid-fourth-tier warriors. But none of them have an aura as substantial as yours. Most mid-fourth-tier warriors have scattered battle auras, like an unsharpened knife—they look intimidating, but they don't hurt when you strike. You're different; your battle aura is condensed."

He added another sentence.

"My lord, to be honest, with your current strength, defeating a late-stage fourth-tier opponent shouldn't be too difficult."

Marco is right. At this moment, Vayne has no difficulty fighting a Tier 4 late-game opponent.

With his own knowledge of potions, he could even risk a near-fifth-tier advancement.