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Leylin anticipated that stating the number directly would be shocking, but this time he was no joke.

"It is indeed more than 100,000 bottles," he confirmed calmly.

This number sounds incredible, as if it requires extremely complex processes and a long time.

But in reality, his method of production was... surprisingly simple and crude.

The process is roughly as follows:

He found a huge water vat, filled it with clean water, and then dripped in just one drop of his own blood. The energy contained in the blood instantly tinted the entire vat of water with a light color.

But this was just the beginning. He then added various stabilizing and harmonizing auxiliary materials, and used his unique alchemy, which incorporated knowledge from multiple worlds, to refine it.

Ultimately, what was successfully produced was a whole vat of [Bloodline Evolution Agent] stock solution that had completed the reaction and had uniform potency.

Who says magical potions have to be produced carefully, one by one, like laboratory creations?

At Lehlin's place, mass production, measured in cylinders, is the true measure of efficiency.

Of course, this seemingly crude method is the culmination of his long-term research.

Because the power contained in his blood was too great and violent, it was extremely poisonous if used directly.

The perfect, ultra-high ratio of dilution and refining must be found to transform deadly power into a safe and gentle force for evolution.

After successful refining, the final step is to package the liquid, dividing a large vat of the medicinal liquid into 100,000 clean test tubes.

In fact, the most time-consuming and troublesome part of the whole process is collecting these more than 100,000 qualified test tubes.

It took him more than a month to gather the necessary funds through various channels.

Therefore, the fundamental constraint on production is not the drug itself, but the supply of packaging containers.

But the king was unaware of these details.

All he knew was 100,000 bottles!

This number was beyond his comprehension; it was enough for every resident of the capital to receive a bottle with some to spare.

"Leylin, are you sure you didn't misstate the quantity?" The king's voice rose, his face filled with disbelief.

"One hundred thousand bottles! In a month? That's equivalent to making more than three thousand bottles every day! How... how is that even possible?!"

Lei Lin explained, "Father, your thinking is limited by traditional pharmaceutical methods. I don't make them one vial at a time. I first make a large vat, and then divide it into 100,000 portions."

"???"

The king's mind was instantly filled with question marks.

The art of potion making, especially magical potions, has always been a delicate and meticulous craft. It requires precise control over every ingredient and every step, and the slightest mistake can lead to failure.

He had never heard of, and could not even imagine, that anyone could produce a large vat of "raw beer" and then sell it in bottles, just like brewing beer!

This is simply defying common sense!

"you……"

Looking at his son's self-righteous face, the king had a thousand words stuck in his throat, which finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"……never mind."

He gave up on investigating further.

This isn't the first time this son has created miracles, or rather, defied common sense; he should get used to it sooner rather than later.

However, after the initial shock came immense excitement. If production could truly be achieved in this… well, in a rather unrestrained manner, wouldn't that mean enormous production potential?

The king's eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "Since you can brew potions this way, does that mean you can make even more? Make them endlessly?"

If mass production is possible, then strategies like "royal priority" and "limited supply" can be forgotten.

With 100,000 bottles a month, over several years, it will no longer be a dream for every person in the country to have a bottle!

At that time, the basic quality of all human beings in the entire Kingdom of Inberia will be improved by leaps and bounds!

Lei Lin shook his head: "Not for now. Due to the limitations of core raw materials, we can only produce this much at the moment."

The "raw material restrictions" he mentioned mainly refer to test tubes.

But the king naturally thought of something else.

Such a miraculous potion must have a core ingredient that is some kind of extremely rare and precious natural treasure.

Being able to gather enough to produce 100,000 servings probably means either emptying the inventory or a stroke of luck.

The king nodded understandingly, his excitement subsiding slightly, but he also felt immense satisfaction: "I was greedy. One hundred thousand bottles is already a blessing from heaven for Inberia! It's enough for us to start in the capital and let all our people benefit!"

Leylin shared the same idea: to proceed gradually, radiating outwards from the capital, and to take steady and solid steps.

"Then I'll trouble you, Father, to coordinate the distribution of the medicines," Lei Lin said, making a move to take out a pile of medicine bottles from his personal space.

"Wait!" the king quickly interrupted. "I can't store 100,000 bottles here! Let's... let's store some in the treasury first... Wait, how long is the shelf life of this potion? Won't it become ineffective after a while?"

Leylin thought for a moment and gave an answer that stunned the king once again: "Expiration date? Hmm... Theoretically, as long as I'm alive, they should remain valid indefinitely."

king:"???"

What's the underlying principle? Is the drug's efficacy tied to the life of its creator? That's too mysterious.

He could only conclude that the drug's stability was beyond imagination, and its shelf life was far longer than the average person's lifespan.

"Alright... then there's no problem." The king decided not to pursue these minor details any further.

"You can put a thousand bottles into the national treasury for future use. As for the rest... it's safest to keep them with you."

He recalled the attempted theft from the national treasury a few days ago and felt that his son's personal space was simply the safest vault in the world.

Lei Lin nodded in agreement.

The father and son then turned their conversation to national affairs.

The king's tone was slightly somber: "Recently, news has come from the border that there have been some unusual developments in the orc kingdom."

Leylin was somewhat surprised: "They dare to make another move? Didn't that army come and never return last time?"

The king glanced at him: "Have you forgotten how thoroughly you cleaned up that battle? You didn't even send back a messenger."

The king couldn't help but laugh: "Ha! They probably still think that army has disappeared somewhere, and have no idea that they were completely wiped out by us."

Leylin thought about it and realized it was true.

He used massive amounts of fire to burn the battlefield to scorched earth and ashes, and the aftermath was thoroughly cleaned up.

On the orc side, it's highly likely that "an army has mysteriously disappeared."

"So what are they up to this time?"

"According to reports from our scouts, there has been considerable unrest in the Orc Kingdom recently."

The king's expression was somewhat strange.

"Rumors say that a 'world-destroying dragon' has emerged, destroying one of their border cities and an army, causing panic among many orc tribes, who have even begun to migrate and flee..."

Upon hearing this, Leylin subconsciously touched his nose.

This... seems to be something he did too.

Should we take a moment to mourn for those orcs? Forget it, let's not be hypocritical.

"Father, since they are in turmoil and weakened, shouldn't we... take some action?"

A sharp glint flashed in Leylin's eyes: "Take this opportunity to teach them a more profound lesson?"

The king pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Previously, my forces and equipment were inferior, so I dared not easily launch a preemptive attack. But now..."

His gaze swept over the elite troops training in the distance, and thinking of the weapons and medicines in the warehouse (although most of them were with his son), he felt much more confident.

"With your assistance, we may be able to plan a powerful counterattack, crush their arrogance, and bring lasting peace to our border."

Leylin immediately replied, "If you need more weapons, I can provide them anytime."

The king waved his hand, saying, "The principle remains the same: superior weapons cannot be issued indiscriminately, and their storage must be secure. For now, they will remain with you. I will contact you when needed."

Afterwards, the king and Leylin discussed the matter for some time.

The king concluded, "This matter requires careful consideration and meticulous planning. You should go back and rest now. I will discuss it with you again once I have a concrete plan."

"Yes, Father." Leylin bowed and took his leave, his figure disappearing from the spot.

The king stood alone, gazing in the direction where Leylin had disappeared.

Then I looked up at the clear blue sky.

Finally, our gaze fell upon the eight hundred elite imperial warriors on the training ground, their armor gleaming in the sunlight.

An unprecedented surge of pride and confidence welled up within him.

"The future of the kingdom..." he murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I seem to have already seen the unstoppable future of the kingdom, a future that will be more brilliant and dazzling than the sun in the sky."