Wizard: I Have a Nightmare World

Lynn turned around when he heard the sound and saw a young man wearing a dark blue robe walking towards him.

The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, with delicate features, and wore a silver badge on the left breast of his robe.

The badge features a white raven with outstretched wings, holding a herb in its beak.

That's the mark of a certified herbalist.

Upon seeing this person, relevant information immediately popped into Lynn's mind.

Mitchell, an "old acquaintance" of the original owner in the incubation room.

The two entered White Raven Tower Academy at the same time and were assigned to the cultivation room as herbalist apprentices.

However, unlike the original owner's inferior aptitude, the other party had superior aptitude and became a first-class apprentice at a young age. Moreover, he was noticed by a potion master and became his student.

I am currently preparing to advance from Herbalist Apprentice to Potions Apprentice.

Due to the difference in their abilities, the original owner and Mitchell never met again.

"Lynn, it's been a long time."

Mitchell approached with a gentle smile, his gaze sweeping over the three boxes of materials in Lynn's arms, and he immediately understood the reason.

"Are you here to make a hemostatic agent?"

Lynn did not deny it and nodded.

"We originally wanted to use the equipment at the pharmacy to make hemostatic agents, but unfortunately the pharmacy needs renovations and there are limited slots available today."

"Unfortunately, there were no more spots available for me."

Lynn shrugged and said with a hint of helplessness.

He tried his best to speak and act like the original owner when dealing with acquaintances to avoid any mishaps.

After hearing what Lynn said, Mitchell raised his eyebrows slightly and gave a meaningful smile.

"I see. It seems you really have had some bad luck."

"Perfect timing! I know a manager at the apothecary. Lynn, would you like me to introduce you?"

Lynn looked at the meaningful smile on Mitchell's face and, combined with what the other party said, felt a sense of vigilance rise in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained the same appearance.

"Mitchell, you know my situation. I don't have the skills to manage things like apothecaries..."

"Don't worry! The price will be very fair!"

Mitchell interrupted Lynn directly, walked straight to his side, put an arm around Lynn's shoulder, and spoke casually.

"With me acting as your go-between, I absolutely won't charge you a single extra silver coin!"

"Besides, don't forget the official wizard behind me. The steward is just a third-class apprentice with no hope of becoming an official wizard."

"What makes him dare to offend a formal wizard?"

Mitchell's words were clever; he didn't finish his sentence, but instead brought up the official wizard behind him, thus absolving himself of all responsibility.

Seeing the other party's seemingly warm but actually calculating smile, Lynn sneered inwardly, but he was unwilling to let go of this opportunity that had come to him.

"In that case, I'll trouble you."

When Mitchell saw Lynn take the bait, a glint of triumph flashed in his eyes, and he patted Lynn on the shoulder.

"We're friends, old acquaintances, no need to be so polite!"

"Come on, I'll take you to see that manager!"

As he spoke, he led Lynn into the apothecary. Before stepping through the gate, he waved to the manager at the entrance as a greeting.

Outside the apothecary, the other apprentices who hadn't finished their journey shook their heads upon seeing this scene.

That Mitchell is notorious for being greedy and willing to do anything for money.

What just happened is nothing new for these apprentices, and there are even several victims among them.

But none of them said anything to remind Lynn; after all, they had stepped in poop themselves, so why should they remind others?

……

Meanwhile, inside the apothecary, Mitchell led Lynn to a small tin door in a corner.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door three times, paused for two seconds, and then knocked three more times.

A short while later, a rustling sound came from inside the door.

A moment later, the iron gate opened a crack inward, revealing a fat face covered in horizontal lines.

The man had dark circles under his eyes and droopy eyelids. His gaze swept over Mitchell and then fell on Lynn behind him.

"Mitchell, you'd better have something on your mind this early in the morning!"

A shrill voice came from the fat face, sounding very impatient; clearly, Lynn and his group's arrival had disturbed their good time.

"Steward Harvey has brought you a friend."

As Mitchell spoke, he stepped aside to give the steward, Harvey, a better view of Lynn.

During this time, Mitchell also gave Harvey a look that only they understood.

"Manager Harvey, this is my brother. He came to make potions today, but the quota was full."

"Could you possibly make an exception and give him a pre-selected spot?"

Manager Harvey narrowed his already small eyes, his gaze constantly scrutinizing Lynn, especially lingering on the three boxes of materials in Lynn's arms.

A few seconds later, Harvey grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The people Mitchell brought are definitely fine."

Javier opened the door, revealing his obese body, and then laboriously stepped aside to make way for him.

"Come in, workbench number 1 is empty, I'll let you use it at a discount because of Mitchell."

Lynn thanked them from outside the door, then bent down slightly, stepped over the threshold, and went inside.

Just as he stepped across the threshold, he caught a glimpse of Mitchell and Steward Harvey exchanging a special gesture.

That gesture sent alarm bells through Lynn's mind, but he didn't stop and walked straight into the apothecary.

The apothecary was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a strange smell that was a mixture of herbs, blood, and some kind of chemical agent.

The entire first-floor lobby was furnished with six stone workbenches, separated by very simple wooden boards.

Each stone platform is engraved with intricate arrays of runes, and the surfaces are covered with various colors of herbal residue and liquid traces.

At this moment, only three of the six worktables were in use, and the apprentices were busy working, with no one looking up at them.

Manager Harvey led Lynn to the innermost worktable and tapped the surface with his stubby fingers.

"This is it."

"You know the rules, right? Each time you borrow the facility, you'll be charged a material loss fee of three silver coins."

"If the equipment is damaged, compensation will be provided at cost."

Lynn's gaze swept across the worktable, and it was safe to say that this so-called "Worktable No. 1" was the worst and most awful of all the worktables, without exception.

And this is just a small workbench, yet they dared to ask him for three silver coins.

He clearly remembered from memory that at a regular workbench, one silver coin could last a whole day!

Profiteer!

Cursing inwardly, Lynn pulled out three silver coins from his pocket and handed them over.

Now is not the time to worry about money. We must first familiarize ourselves with the potion-making process and then use as many materials as possible to make it.

Otherwise, he would have to find another way.

Seeing Lynn hand over the silver coins so readily, Harvey accepted them with a smile, and then added a comment.

"By the way, the apothecary will close at 6:45 PM, so you have... well, about ten hours left."

After saying that, Harvey sauntered away from the workbench, the silver coins in his hand clinking together, making a crisp sound.

Lynn withdrew his gaze, placed the box of materials in his arms on the worktable, then opened one of them, his eyes sweeping over the five kinds of herbs placed inside.

Blood-clotting grass, blood-loose flower, iron wire vine, cold bone leaf, saber tooth root.

These are all basic herbs, but in the original owner's memory, the pre-processing procedures for these five herbs were ridiculously complicated.

Especially the blood-clotting herb. According to my memory and what that tall, thin man said, there are twelve steps to processing the blood-clotting herb. If a mistake is made, the entire herb will lose its activity and become a pile of waste.

Let's start by going through everything from the beginning!

Lynn rolled up his sleeves, picked up the first blood-clotting herb, and began processing it according to the steps he remembered.