Wizard: I Have a Nightmare World

The blood-clotting grass is dark red all over, with thick leaves covered with a layer of fine hairs, and has a sticky feel to the touch.

Following the procedure from memory, the first step is to use a specially made jade knife to scrape off the fuzz on the back of the leaf, being careful not to damage the leaf tissue, otherwise the herb's activity will be quickly lost along the wound.

Lynn looked around the worktable and found that apart from some basic grinders and glassware, there was no jade knife specifically for processing herbs.

Seeing this, Lynn frowned and turned her head to look at the other worktables.

They found that the worktables were the same, with the exact same configuration as his, but they didn't see the jade knife or anything like that.

"What a shrewd businessman! I'll just have to make do with this!"

Lynn's gaze fell on a rusty iron knife in the corner of the workbench, and he picked it up and weighed it in his hand for a few moments.

After getting used to the weight of the knife, Lynn began to carefully scrape off the fuzz on the back of the blood-clotting grass.

However, this iron knife was not a specialized tool. The blade was too dull and the edge was not smooth enough. After only two strokes, the tip of the knife sank into the leaf flesh, making a small cut.

Immediately, dark red fluid flowed from the wound, and a sweet, fishy smell permeated the vicinity of workbench number 1.

"broken!"

Looking at the wound on the blood-clotting herb, Lynn knew that the herb was already half ruined.

But he didn't stop what he was doing; there was no time for him to feel sorry for himself now.

All the steps involved in making this herbal medicine must be completed in order to establish a clear pharmaceutical process.

Lynn quickly cleaned the fluffy hairs off the blood-clotting grass, then rinsed the leaves three times with clean water. He then put them into a grinder and crushed them into a paste. After that, he added the juice from the blood-clotting grass, mixed it, filtered it, and let it stand...

The entire process is extremely complicated.

It can be said that every step is interconnected, and the slightest mistake will lead to the failure of all previous efforts.

In this state, it took Lynn more than two hours to pour the filtered liquid into the flask, just as he was about to add the last ingredient, powdered saber-tooth root...

Bang!

An explosion rang out from workbench number 1, immediately causing the apprentices at the other workbench to stop what they were doing and turn to look.

Black smoke was billowing from the bottom of the flask in front of Lynn, and the entire tube of liquid instantly turned into a pool of foul-smelling black gel.

The first attempt at submitting the materials was a failure!

Lynn stared blankly at the pool of black glue in front of him, then quickly recalled all the steps he had taken to prepare the potion.

"The first error is that the leaf tissue of the blood-clotting herb was damaged, causing premature loss of activity, which ultimately affected the ratio."

"Secondly, the removal of the black part from the stamen of the blood-red flower needs to be done quickly; and the temperature needs to be precisely controlled when drying the petals."

"Thirdly, when rubbing the wiregrass, you must ensure that the internal moisture is not lost."

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

After Lynn listed out all the mistakes he had made in the process of preparing the potion, time had unknowingly reached six o'clock in the evening, as stipulated by the apothecary.

Manager Harvey's enormous body came to workbench number 1, and his fat hand slapped the surface of the workbench.

"Kid, your time's up."

Lynn looked up at Harvey's fleshy face, said nothing, and silently picked up the disgusting black gel-like substance in front of him and threw it into the waste bin next to him.

"The pharmacy will be closed for renovations tomorrow. You still have two sets of materials. I don't think you'll have a chance to complete the task."

"How about we make a deal? You sell me the remaining materials at a low price, and I'll help you reduce some of your debt. What do you say?"

Harvey watched Lynn silently pack his things, then slowly approached him and whispered something.

Lynn paused in her packing and turned to look at that fat face.

"I don't think it's difficult to prepare hemostatic agents, so there's no need for any trading involved."

Harvey was taken aback, not expecting Lynn to refuse so decisively.

He wasn't annoyed by this; instead, he chuckled and took a badge from his bulging robe.

"This is my personal badge. If you have any transactions or matters to discuss, you can use it to find me at the apothecary."

"By the way, if you want to buy materials, I can give you a 10% discount."

Lynn looked at the badge in the fat hand in front of him.

It was an owl perched on a branch, its head tilted to the left at a 90-degree angle, its eyes opening and closing, and something resembling a gold coin in its beak.

Upon seeing the personal badge, Lynn did not refuse. After packing his own things, he took it and put it in his pocket.

Harvey's small eyes narrowed and a smile spread across his face when he saw Lynn accept his badge.

"Since you're confident, then I wish you good luck from here on out."

……

As I left the apothecary, night had fallen, and the stars hung high in the sky, occasionally casting their starlight.

Lynn looked up at the night sky, then subconsciously touched her stomach.

He hadn't eaten all day since successfully sketching his first meditation rune that morning and leaving the apothecary.

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Lynn turned back towards the breeding room and slowly walked towards the canteen.

The canteen is not far from the pharmacy, also located in the East District, just a ten-minute walk away.

When Lynn arrived at the canteen, there were only a few apprentices eating there.

Lynn casually bought a dark bread and some broth, then found a corner to satisfy his hunger.

During this time, he constantly recalled the process of preparing the hemostatic agent, looking for any details he might have overlooked.

Just then, two potions apprentices carrying two sumptuous meals sat down at a seat not far from Lynn.

During this time, one of them glanced at Lynn with a frown, especially after seeing the simple food and the badge that represented a herbalist apprentice.

Lynn noticed the gaze and looked at the person, who immediately turned their head away.

Lynn didn't take the condescending looks to heart; instead, he was intrigued by the potions apprentice's undisguised conversation.

"Hey, I heard a formal wizard has arrived at the Potions Department, and he says he wants to select a student to be his assistant during the upcoming Potions apprentice assessment!"

"Hey, that news of yours is outdated!"

"Please elaborate."

"Based on the price I paid—one magic stone—that official wizard claimed to be selecting an assistant, but in reality, he was looking for a successor for himself."

"Moreover, that official wizard was severely injured and his life was slipping away, otherwise he wouldn't have been searching for a successor so quickly."

"..."

Listening to their conversation, Lynn memorized the key information.

Potions, a severely wounded professional wizard, an assistant, a successor...

Lynn's mind began to race.

As far as he knew, the potion apprentice's assessment was scheduled for fifteen days later.

In other words, in fifteen days, a potion apprentice will be chosen by this official wizard to be his successor, thus gaining access to resources that only wizards can access.

If that's the case, why can't that potion apprentice be myself?

Lynn quickly finished his food, then left the cafeteria and headed towards the breeding room.

However, he took a long detour and went to an extremely secluded alley.

This is the black market of White Raven Tower Academy, established by wizard apprentices, and White Raven Tower tacitly approves of its existence.

Lynn came here with only one purpose: to purchase a set of equipment for preparing potions.

That's right. After leaving the apothecary, Lynn prepared to purchase equipment to make hemostatic agents.

Only in this way can he complete the task of becoming a herbalist apprentice.

However, due to his limited wealth, Lynn was unsure whether he could purchase a complete set of equipment.

Soon, Lynn arrived at the black market, where a bustling scene came into view.