Wizard Immortal

Chapter 196 Pharmaceutical Testing

The morning sun shines brightly on the earth, illuminating the entire city.

In a lavishly decorated and spacious hall, wizards were moving about, constantly moving between counters, looking very busy.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that these wizards are all shrouded in a subtle force field, accompanied by slight mental vibrations, clearly indicating that they are all formal wizards.

"Hello, is this the registration area for the Emerald Hand?"

A gentle voice came from in front of a counter.

This was a young wizard dressed in a white robe with gold trim, who looked like he had just come of age. He was standing in front of the counter, his handsome face looking at a female apprentice who was in charge of registration.

"Hello, this is the registration desk for Emerald Hands. May I ask who you are?"

He glanced up at Adir, and saw the female apprentice at the counter with a warm smile on her face, asking him a question.

"I am Adir Fakus, and I have come here to participate in the assessment."

Looking at the female apprentice in charge of registration, Adir's expression remained unchanged as he spoke to her.

Upon hearing Adir's words, the female apprentice in charge of registration immediately brightened up, and her gaze towards Adir became even more serious.

The Emerald Hand is a well-known large wizarding organization in the area, with many senior apothecaries, and is very famous in the Maison region.

To join such a wizarding organization, one must not only be a formal wizard but also be proficient in potion-making, making them an extremely rare talent.

Not long after, Adir registered some things and received a black voucher from the counter. It was engraved with an emerald gem and had many orderly magic runes.

This is proof that you are allowed to participate in the assessment, and it is also the first step if you want to join these large wizarding organizations.

While formal wizards are welcomed, wizarding organizations cannot accept just anyone; they will inevitably conduct detailed reviews of their identity, background, and even past records.

In this respect, Adir had no problem. His past was easy to investigate, and the northern plains were not a remote place. It only took a little time to investigate, and he passed the identity verification smoothly.

After receiving the voucher, Adir followed the flow of people to one side of the hall, then walked along the corner to the front, arriving at another spacious room.

The room was large, with hundreds of chairs, but only a dozen or so people were sitting in it at the moment, making the room seem much emptier.

"They're all certified wizards."

Adir casually found a spot to sit down and, sensing the aura of the wizards around him, couldn't help but sigh.

Different auras emanated from the surrounding wizards. Some exuded a strong bloody smell, while others felt as gentle as a spring breeze, and still others were filled with a violent force field, making them look extremely unapproachable.

None of the wizards who can be promoted to formal wizards are simple. Most of the wizards sitting with Adir are wild wizards without any background. The fact that they can be promoted to formal wizards without any backing further proves that they are not simple.

Among the wizards around him, Adir also saw some wizards whose appearances were different from ordinary people.

Some people have thick facial hair, making their faces look less human and more like wild beasts. Others are very tall, each standing at least two meters high, and their muscular physiques make them look more like savages.

These are all alien wizards, or rather, they have some alien blood in them, just like Adir has half elven blood.

Those with thick body hair are most likely of beastman blood. As for those who are tall, they are a unique minority group in the Maison region. Although they are also human, they are generally much taller than ordinary people.

While Adir was sizing up the others, the other wizards were also silently observing him.

The wizards who enter this room are mostly wild wizards who want to join a wizarding organization. To some extent, the other wizards are hidden competitors, so they naturally need to be paid attention to.

click!

With a soft sound, a large door in front opened, and several figures walked in and came to the podium at the front of the room.

There were three figures in total, each shrouded in a strange force field fluctuation. A powerful spiritual force was subtly vibrating on the surface of their bodies, causing energy particles to gather and emit bursts of light.

Sensing the aura emanating from these three individuals, the wizards present couldn't help but feel a sense of solemnity and tension.

"As expected of a large wizarding organization, they immediately dispatched a wizard in the transformation stage." Beside him, Adir faintly heard the whispers of other wizards, filled with complex emotions.

In the Maison region, although there are many more formal wizards than in other places, the number of metamorphosis wizards is still very small, and their status is much higher than that of ordinary formal wizards.

In ordinary forces, having even one Transformation Stage wizard in charge is enough to qualify a force as a medium-sized force. But right now, there are three Transformation Stage wizards standing before Adir.

"I am the head of the Blackthorn Academy. Anyone who has enrolled in the Blackthorn Academy, come with me immediately!"

Upon reaching the front of the stage, a cold, middle-aged wizard dressed in a black robe with a hooked nose spoke first. He was enveloped in a bloody, deep red aura, and the spiritual fluctuations emanating from him caused many wizards present to frown inwardly.

"Griffin Academy, follow me." A middle-aged wizard dressed in a noble robe, looking like a nobleman, spoke solemnly from the side. A force field emanated from his body, intimidating the many wizards below.

"Those who have signed up for the Emerald Hand, please come with me."

The last gray-robed wizard, who looked like an ordinary old man, also spoke up. His expression was calm, as if he didn't care about anything.

They seemed indifferent to the wizard before them, and after stating the organizations they represented, they turned and walked towards the door.

Behind the three of them, many wizards did not hesitate and walked toward the organization leader they had signed up for.

Adir observed carefully for a while and found that the largest number of people went to Blackthorn Academy, while the number of people going to Griffin Academy was slightly less, but still quite good. However, the Emerald Hand, which he had signed up for, had the fewest applicants; only three people, including himself, had registered.

There are reasons for this.

In the Maison region, Blackthorn Academy is known for its ruthless style. The academy has many blood wizards who are famous for their formidable fighting power and fanatical behavior.

Although these academies are somewhat dangerous, their admission requirements are relatively lenient. They don't care too much about a wizard's identity or other aspects, focusing only on combat ability, making them very suitable for many wandering wizards.

Griffin College, on the other hand, is a serious academic organization with many strict rules. Anyone with even the slightest problem with their identity will fail the review, and even if they successfully pass the test, they will have to sign a strict contract, making it relatively unpopular.

As for the final Emerald Hand, although the treatment is more generous and other aspects are more relaxed, the recruitment conditions are too harsh for ordinary wizards; they must be apothecaries.

Following the road to the front, accompanied by several wizards, Adir arrived at a spacious laboratory.

Inside the laboratory, there are small workbenches with many items on them, mostly equipment needed for refining medicines.

Looking at these things, a knowing glint flashed in the eyes of the three wizards, including Adir, who were participating in the test.

These wizards would naturally inquire thoroughly about the academy they wanted to join, with the content regarding the tests being of paramount importance.

The Emerald Hand is an organization famous for its potion-making skills. The organization places great importance on the potion-making proficiency of wizards, and its tests are naturally related to potion-making.

"Those who can refine three different basic potions within two hours are considered qualified."

Upon arriving here, the gray-robed old wizard at the front stopped and looked at Adir and the other two behind him, saying, "The materials are right here. As testers, you have one hour to prepare. If there's anything you need to prepare, you can bring it up during this time."

Hearing his words, the two wizards beside Adir nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then walked to the counter on the side, seemingly needing to prepare something.

The basic potion is not very difficult to make. Since the three wizards present dared to participate in the test, they must have some skill, so making the basic potion should not be a problem.

The real challenge lies in the time. Three different basic potions need to be refined within two hours, which requires a high degree of time and accuracy. If there are even a few failures during the refining process, it may lead to insufficient time.

To ensure success, one should choose the few potions that require less refining time and that one is most proficient in.

Watching his two competitors go to the counter to prepare, Adir made no move. He bowed directly to the gray-robed old wizard in front of him and smiled, "I have no questions. We can begin now."

"Oh?" The old wizard looked at Adir with some surprise, but still nodded in agreement.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the other wizards, Adir took a set of materials directly from the counter and then walked to the experimental table in front of him.

"Is accepting only one set of materials a sign of genuine confidence, or arrogance?"

Looking at Adir, the gray-robed old wizard remained calm, his mind quietly occupied with his thoughts.

Under his watchful eye, Adir began his actions.

A pale blue flame began to ignite, and before Adir's eyes, several pieces of material were quickly processed and then rapidly placed into the groove in sequence.

His movements were fast but precise, like a high-precision machine, with no deviation and appearing incredibly smooth.

The wizards present all had some knowledge of potion-making, and when they saw Adir's fluid movements, they were immediately stunned.

Before long, a faint fragrance wafted from the front, carrying with it the active fluctuations of energy particles that could be clearly sensed.

(End of this chapter)