A faint fragrance permeated the potion lab, and the potion in the beaker was making a gurgling sound.
As Lin Li added the peacebloom juice into the beaker, he carefully calculated the weight of the three potions. In between, he only occasionally raised his hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, and quickly buried his head to continue his work.
Behind him were bottles of concocted Arcane Magic Potion.
Gerian came over a few times to show his concern. When he saw the bottles of Arcane Magic Potion, the fat old man almost bit his tongue off. He was already thinking about it without looking, and now that he saw it, it was even worse. The old fellow was like a resentful woman who had been thirsty for decades, refusing to leave the potion lab and insisting that Lin Li get him two bottles to try.
Lin Li tried every means to persuade him, and finally got him a bottle. Finally, he sent the resentful old woman away.
Apart from the resentful old woman, Kevin also came over a few times.
However, compared to the chubby old man, this young mage was much more well-behaved. After greeting Lin Li, he squatted at the corner of the wall and drew circles obediently. He could even help Lin Li when there was trouble, and all he wanted was to witness the skills of a pharmaceutics Master.
The herbs worth thousands of gold coins took almost a week.
On Wednesday, Lin Li dragged his tired body out of the potion lab.
After coming out of the pharmaceutical lab, Lin Li immediately went to look for Gerian, and the two of them hid in the guest room again. After talking for almost half the afternoon, the two of them finally came out with sinister smiles on their faces.
After doing all this, Lin Li could finally have a good night's sleep.
After so many days of busywork, Lin Li was already so tired that he was dizzy. He slept until Friday morning.
By the time he woke up, a piece of news had already spread like wildfire in Jarrosus City.
"It's said that the Jarrosus Guild of Magic discovered a High Elves relic not long ago, and got a lot of master-level potions from it!"
"No, no, I heard that they poached a potion master. The Guild of Magic is really rich this time. I heard that not only was the potion master poached, but he also brought a batch of potions from the Pharmacists Guild!"
"Keep bragging. Who doesn't know how the Guild of Magic has been doing these few years? Those fellows from the Pharmacists Guild have eyes growing on top of their heads. If they can poach pharmacists, I can bite off the top of the Emerald Tower! "
"I really don't know what they're thinking. That's a Master-level potion we're talking about. It's fine if they don't keep it for themselves, but they're actually selling it! Damn it … Don't go, you guys! Lend me your money, I'm going to buy a bottle too! "
"Stop dreaming! With the money we have, it's not even enough to buy a bottle. Hmm, it's enough to buy a bottle cap … "
And the source of all this was just a sentence from Gerian.
"This Sunday, the Guild of Magic will auction 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion in the Emerald Tower!"
The mages of Jarrosus couldn't remember how many years it had been since they'd heard the name "Arcane Magic Potion", especially those belonging to the mage families.
Although the Jarrosus Guild of Magic had been in dire straits these few years, they could still more or less get some assistance from the Pharmacists Guild because of the agreement during the Dark Ages. Although this assistance was usually exchanged with Gerian's old face, they were still blessed compared to the mage families.
The mage families had huge wealth and power that made people envious, but how could the Pharmacists Guild be moved by wealth and power?
Any pharmacist had the right to look down on all of this.
The skills they inherited from the High Elves Dynasty were the most precious wealth in the world. If a potion master was willing, he could easily destroy a mage family with a flip of his hand. There were too many strong people in the world who were willing to go through fire and water for a bottle of potion.
Perhaps only a behemoth like the Merlin Family had the slightest chance of getting a Master-level potion, but it was only a slightest chance …
Ever since Gerian's words, the whole Jarrosus City was in a complete uproar.
The forces that were qualified to compete were all scrambling to make money.
The Merlin Family, who was determined to get these 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion, even did not hesitate to dispose of several properties in the center of Jarrosus City in order to have a little more leverage in the competition. After all, that old fellow Gerian had said that the Jarrosus Guild of Magic only recognized money this time. Whoever offered the highest price would have the best chance. Friendship and whatnot could wait until the things were sold out!
It was said that even Old Odin had come knocking on his door, and Gerian had met with a rebuff. Who in Jarrosus City did not know that these two old fellows were in the same boat? Hearing that even Old Odin had met with a rebuff, the Merlin Family, which was just about to extend a friendly hand, immediately retracted it …
"How is the handling of those properties in the center of the city?" Matthew Merlin was 53 this year and had been the Patriarch of the Merlin Family for ten years, but he had rarely been as excited as he was today. He didn't know how many times he had walked back and forth in the living room, stepping on the soft carpet, but he couldn't calm down for a long time.
30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion was simply a godsend for the Merlin Family.
He had never seen any force come up with so many Arcane Magic Potions at once. Even the Pharmacists Guild had never been so generous. Upon hearing the news, Matthew Merlin, who had always maintained a poker face, was so excited that he dropped the wine glass in his hand on the spot.
That was 30 bottles of Arcane Magic Potion, which meant 30 chances to permanently increase magic power.
Although this opportunity was only for mages below level-five, weren't they also the most abundant in the Merlin Family?
For most mages, level-five was a chasm that was difficult to cross.
Once they crossed this chasm, they would be qualified to wear long mage robes and be addressed as "Respected Mr. Mage". But if they could not cross it, they would just be a poor mage apprentice for life.
Between a mage and a mage apprentice, one step in heaven and the other in hell …
With the current power of the Merlin Family, if they suddenly had 30 more mages above level-five … At the thought of this, Matthew seemed to see the glorious future of the family …
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