Not a single sound could be heard in the alchemy laboratory. Even time seemed to have frozen. Only the sound of bubbles coming out of the test tube could be heard in the air.
Raymond continued to wait, waiting for the final moment to arrive. But this time, Raymond waited for a very long time. It was so long that Raymond was starting to get impatient. Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears, "Come on!"
"What are you doing?"
"Eh?" Raymond, who had already closed his eyes and was waiting for death, thought that he was hallucinating when he heard that voice. But after thinking about it, how could there be such a real and hateful voice in an illusion?
Thus, Raymond opened his eyes again.
Then, Raymond saw that the scoundrel who should have been buried in the mana explosion was actually standing there as if nothing had happened. He was still holding that frightening test tube in his hand. But this time, Raymond didn't have time to care about that test tube. Raymond's mind was filled with questions, 'Why? Why did the red coral solution go out of control under such a high temperature? Why is it still in the test tube?'
Raymond's mind was in a mess, like a pot of boiled porridge. The red coral solution didn't explode under such high temperature. Raymond really couldn't accept this. This was simply an insult to Raymond's alchemy knowledge. The alchemy professor of the Okland Magic School had emphasized more than once that red coral absolutely couldn't be dissolved, and the solution couldn't be exposed to high temperature.
Either he had seen wrongly, or the professor was wrong. Between the two, Raymond would rather believe that everything he had seen was an illusion.
But …
As if to prove that this wasn't an illusion, that real and hateful voice echoed once again, and its tone was clearly impatient. "Why did the enchantment of a few glass bottles take so long?"
After saying that, he walked over while holding the test tube filled with red coral solution.
"You … Don't come over!" Raymond was startled. He subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he quickly reacted. If there was going to be an explosion, it would have already exploded. He wouldn't have waited until now, so he changed his words. "I'll send it to you …"
Raymond regretted it after saying that.
It was one thing for him to be forced to do hard labor, but he still had to send it to others. His self-esteem had fallen to the ground!
The problem was that he could not take back his words. Therefore, Raymond could only endure the humiliation of completing the final demonization process, and then endure the humiliation of handing the glass bottles over to the bastard.
In order to show that he had some self-respect, Raymond put down the few glass bottles on the alchemy table. He had originally planned to snort, but when he looked up and saw the red test tube, he was so frightened that he didn't have the time to care about it. He just looked at Lin Yun angrily but didn't dare to say anything.
Lin Yun simply didn't have time to care about what he was thinking. He took the few glass bottles that had already been demonized and lined them up on the alchemy table. He poured the red coral solution into the glass bottles, the whole process making Raymond's eyelids twitch.
After doing all this, Lin Yun finally put down the extremely dangerous test tube and started sorting the cheap magic materials. He then started grinding some dried Thousand Knot Flowers into powder while using a filter cup to extract the juice from the Seven Leaf Grass. He spread a handful of Moonlight Sand on a piece of white paper, and after a few simple incantations, the Moonlight Sand started emitting a soft radiance.
As the light gradually became more dazzling, Lin Yun's movements became faster and faster. The Seven Leaf Grass juice was poured into the glass bottle, and after diluting the red coral solution, it became less bright. By the time the Thousand Knot Flower powder was mixed in, the pungent smell gradually disappeared.
By the time the Moonlight Sand's radiance disappeared, the seven glass bottles filled with light red liquid could be seen through the hazy mist.
"Heavens …"
Raymond, who had been regretting his lack of self-respect, raised his head and his mouth slowly opened wide. His face was lifeless as he stood there foolishly. He was looking at Lin Yun with a gaze full of fear, as if he was looking at a monster!
'This, this, this … This shouldn't be the Colorful Potion, right?'
Raymond clearly remembered that a few months ago, when he had just advanced to become a Mage, the school had allowed him to study in the Okland Laboratory for a week in order to reward him. There, he had experienced a completely different world. That place could be said to be the kingdom's academic center. There were two Archmages and seven Great Alchemists there. It was said that the one truly in charge of the Okland Laboratory was even a Master Alchemist … Their existence made the Okland Laboratory a holy land in the hearts of countless alchemists.
When Raymond entered, he felt as if he was on a pilgrimage.
That week was like a dream to Raymond. He was in the kingdom's academic center, and he could see those legendary figures every day. If he was lucky enough, he could even occasionally hear their discussions and observe their research. To Raymond, that was a lifetime of wealth.
Few people had such an opportunity. Whether it was an Archmage or a Great Alchemist, they were all characters standing at the peak of their respective fields. To some extent, they had already broken away from the mortal world. A casual word from them could make a mage like Raymond suddenly see the light, and it could even save him many years on the wrong path.
Raymond still remembered that on the afternoon of the 3rd day of that week, he had been fortunate enough to observe Great Alchemist Gustav's potion concoction. It was a Colorful Potion specially used to purify mana whirlpools. To those already standing at the peak of mages and urgently wanting to shatter their mana whirlpools to enter the Great Mage realm, the value of that Colorful Potion was simply immeasurable.
This was a miracle of alchemy. To Raymond, who had witnessed this miracle with his own eyes, every detail of that time was worth treasuring. The young mage even felt that even after a few decades, he would still be able to recall everything from that time without missing a single detail.
It was still a few decades away, so Raymond naturally remembered everything from that time even more clearly.
Perhaps it was because he remembered it so clearly that Raymond seemed to forget himself like that.
Whether it was the smell or the mana fluctuations emitted by the seven bottles on the alchemy table, they were exactly the same as that Colorful Potion!
What did this mean? This meant that the Magic Apprentice that had been stuck at the 9th Rank for a few years was not only a mage that grasped at least two kinds of metamagics, but also a very high level potioneering alchemist!
This was a huge joke …
As a mage, Raymond naturally knew that regardless of whether it was magic or alchemy, they both required a lot of time. Talent didn't have a decisive meaning in these two fields. No matter how outstanding a genius was, they needed time to accumulate knowledge and use time to hone their skills. No one could skip this process.
Among the many branches of alchemy, potioneering was the most time-consuming. There was a huge amount of formulas and repeated experiments. Every potioneering alchemist would grow up through countless failures. Thus, the youngest potioneering alchemist in the Andalusia Kingdom was at least 30 years old.
This was already the limit. Without enough time to accumulate experience and knowledge, it would be impossible to step into the palace of potioneering.
But this Young Master Merlin was only twenty years old this year. He was so young that it made people's hair stand on end. If he was really a potion alchemist, then with his age, he was destined to become a great alchemist in the future!
'I just attacked a future Great Alchemist …'
As he thought of this, cold sweat dripped down Raymond's forehead.
'This isn't a joke …'
'Should I just take the initiative and apologize first, and then use a sincere attitude to ask for forgiveness?'
Although this would be very lacking in self-respect, he couldn't care too much about it. In any case, his self-respect had already fallen to the ground, and losing a bit more wouldn't be a big loss.
'That's right, I'll do it this way.'
Thus, Raymond started racking his brains. In any case, his self-respect was going to be trampled, so he might as well think of a way to get trampled …
In the end, Raymond didn't even have time to think before Lin Yun finished his work.
The alchemy table had been cleaned, and the used alchemy tools had been sorted out, including the crucible he had picked up from the garbage. This was a habit that Lin Yun had developed at the end of the magic era. In that era where resources were scarce, even a grain-sized mana crystal was a huge fortune. Lin Yun, who had lived in such a vile environment, simply couldn't tolerate any wasteful behavior.
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