Ashillia Comprehensive Academy, a corner of the laboratory.
The iron door of the basement that had been sealed for half a month was finally pushed open. The light from the outside world shone into the dark secret chamber and illuminated the pale faces.
Vanson looked at the center of the laboratory with shining eyes. There was a metal suspension tube that was filled with the mysteries of the Reformists.
The inside of the tube was dripping with a new batch of potion.
When the dosage was enough, he could try the Bloodline Nurturing Potion.
Vanson was sure that as long as the final potion was completed, its effect would be comparable to Celia's Witch Soup.
Of course, that was not the most important thing.
The reason why Celia's Witch Soup was one of the most important potions for Bloodline Apprentices was that Celia's potion had the lowest cost and the best effect.
Vanson was using the Reformists' method to refine the Bloodline Nurturing Potion. The materials used were cheaper than Celia's.
To Vaner Sen, this was a huge success. As long as the potion was completed, it would be able to replace the Bloodline Nurturing Potion. It was a slap in the face to those traditionalists.
He felt happy just thinking about it.
Vanson hoped that the potion would be completed as soon as possible, but now that it was the last step, he could only wait.
He estimated that it would take about two days.
Vanson wanted to take advantage of this time to see the vice dean. He wanted to start the class with the Bloodline Nurturing Potion.
He looked back at the assistants in the laboratory. He was fine after half a month of refining, but the faces of the assistants were pale. He shook his head: "If you want to become an alchemist, you must have a good body. It's only been half a month and you're already like this. Next time, if you want to do a longer experiment, can you endure it? "
The assistants bowed their heads in silence.
Vaner Sen sighed, "This time we are refining a Bloodline Nourishing Potion. Let's do it this way. After refining it, except for the experimental ones, you can divide the rest among yourselves. At least, improve your physical fitness first. "
Vanson said to the assistants: "I'm going to see the vice dean. The potion will be completed in two days. Pay attention and don't make any mistakes."
After that, Vanson walked out of the underground laboratory.
Vanson frowned as he looked at the laboratory.
Half a month of experiments, although it was not enough to make Vanson sigh, why was the laboratory so quiet today? Except for the chirping of birds and insects, there was no sound of firecrackers.
Vanson walked out of the laboratory in confusion. He did not see anyone.
When he left the experimental area, he saw two figures walking slowly in front of him. They seemed to be chatting about something. At first, he was stunned, but then he seemed to have thought of something. From his eyes to his expression, he was bursting with joy.
"Master Mithra? Master Kusiluo? "Vaner Sen was pleasantly surprised, and quickly walked forward.
Mithra turned around and looked at the handsome young man walking toward him. His lips curled into a smile. Mithra himself was leaning towards the Reformists, so he appreciated Vanson very much.
"So it's you, Vanessa." Mithra smiled.
Guxiluo also nodded to Vanson.
Vanersen bowed to the two master alchemists respectfully. Mithra was his most respected senior alchemist, while Guxiluo, as the former "Moonsilver Master", was one of the most important members of the R&D department.
"I heard that you've been making a new potion. Have you made any progress?" Mithra asked.
Vanson nodded and quickly told Mithra about the potion he concocted. At the same time, he looked at Mithra expectantly, hoping to get some guidance and recognition from the potion master.
"The Bloodline Nourishing Potion that replaces Cillian's Witch's Soup?" Mithra murmured after hearing Vanessa's explanation.
A trace of hesitation appeared in Mithra's eyes as he looked at Kusiluo.
Gu Xiluo frowned, obviously doubting Van Er Sen's words.
"Why don't you tell me about your idea and process?" Mithra asked after a moment of thought.
Vanesen nodded and quickly explained some of the key points of the refining process. He especially emphasized that he used the cheapest materials to make the potion.
After Vaner Sen finished speaking, Guxiluo shook his head. "Wrong idea, wrong direction."
Kusiluo turned to Mithra and said, "I'm going to the lab now. I think my students are still doing their experiments. If they don't hurry up, I'm afraid they won't be able to get a spot."
Then Guxiluo turned around and left.
At first, Vaner Sen was a bit dissatisfied and confused about Gu Xiluo's denial, but what Gu Xiluo said before he left stunned him. Gu Xiluo asked his apprentices to do something … Snatch classes? Whose class?
Whose class did Guxiluo not only didn't reject it, but also asked his apprentices to do it?
"Guxiluo is right." Mithra's words pulled Vanson back from his daydream.
"There must be a reason why Cillian's Witch's Soup existed for so many years. Your idea for this nourishing potion was wrong from the very beginning. "
"You shouldn't be thinking about replacing Cillian's Witch's Soup. Instead, you should be thinking about how to improve it and maximize its effect." Mithra shook his head. "I can understand the conflict between factions, but you can't ignore the other party's merits. You're just trying to compete with them. I don't see anything innovative. "
Vanson's face turned ugly, but he still didn't dare to refute Mithra's words. "But … the materials are a lot cheaper."
"It's only the materials that are cheaper. Have you thought about the process of refining? Have you thought about the cost of the filtration equipment? Have you thought about the advanced techniques used during the refining process? Using advanced techniques to make a beginner potion … Sigh. "
Mithra: "A replacement is just a replacement. Of course, if you have a simpler method, you can replace it. But that's not the purpose of alchemy. "
"The meaning of innovation is to bring forth new ideas. The focus is on innovation. So, Guxiluo's evaluation of you is correct. Your original intention was wrong, and you chose the wrong direction. "
Vanson's back was drenched in cold sweat after hearing Mithra's words. Indeed, the reason why he made this potion was to prove his innovation by replacing Cillian's Witch's Soup. But when he was trapped in this vicious circle, he completely forgot that to prove his innovation, he had to innovate, not replace.
If Mithra didn't point it out, he would still be stuck in this circle.
Vanson was arrogant, but he wasn't a bigoted person, especially since the one who was talking to him was the Master Potion he respected the most.
Vanson's face turned pale. After a while, he lowered his head and thanked Mithra. "I understand now. The goal is not to replace. The goal is to innovate."
Mithra actually thought highly of Vanson, so he didn't forget to give him a few more words of advice before he left.
Since the blood nourishing potion had to be taught from the beginning, Vaner Sen was not going to start the class. He planned to go back to the lab and start his closed-door training.
But halfway through, he suddenly remembered something.
He forgot to ask why Master Guxiluo wanted his student to steal his class. Who was teaching it?
Vanson wondered if he should go to the vice principal of the academy and ask.
Suddenly, a chuunibyou boy covered in skull ornaments ran past him. Vanson's eyes lit up. He turned around and grabbed the boy by the collar.
"Hey, who's there? Let go of me! "The young man landed on the ground after swaying for a while.
He looked back angrily and was a little surprised. "Mister Vanson?"
"Gren, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Gren tidied up his messy collar. He wanted to get angry, but Vanson was not only Ashillian's alchemy instructor, but also a powerful wizard. In the end, he pinched his nose and answered, "I'm going to steal a class."
"You don't like alchemy. Why?" Vanson asked curiously.
"It doesn't matter if I like alchemy or not. It's my idol's class, and I'm going!" As long as he was not in front of Angor, Gren would not hesitate to use the word "idol" in front of him.
"Who's your idol?" Vanson was curious. What kind of person did a chuunibyou boy worship? More importantly, this person had the ability to teach a class in Ashillian's class?
"My idol, of course! Wizard Padt!" Gren paused a little. "You don't know, Mister Vanson? The news about Wizard Padt's class was already spread by the school administration this morning. "
Glen and Melantha were good friends, and Melantha was Lawson's daughter, so Glen already knew that Angor really broke through the barrier as recorded in Sky of Truth. That was why he could say "Wizard Padt" without hesitation.
"The class is starting today. I don't know how many seats there are. Anyway, I have to go now."
With that, Gren turned around and ran away.
It took Vanson a while to realize who "Wizard Padt" was.
"He's a wizard already?" Vanson's expression became serious. He had mixed feelings about Angor. He always thought that he was the first alchemist to join the research department. He did not expect Angor to suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Vanson always hated Angor. He always felt that Angor was the one who stole his "Brilliance". Of course, he knew that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He did not know Angor, and there was no real reason for him to steal from Angor.
Vanson shook his head and prepared to return to his lab. However, after taking half a step, he hesitated and turned around to follow Gren's direction.
The lab area was almost empty now, which probably had something to do with Angor's class.
Even an old master alchemist like Kusiluo decided to let his student attend Angor's class, which meant that Angor must have something special about him.
Still, Vanson decided to check it out.
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