"There's going to be a reflex class from Professor Vivian," Angele said in a low voice, trying to calm himself down. "We have plenty of time tonight." He rubbed Ansett's butt.
Suddenly, he flicked his finger. A red dot was thrown into the beaker. It disappeared into the water.
About ten minutes later.
Angele looked like the other wizard apprentices. He was stuck at the bottleneck of learning too much, so he had to take notes, memorize the knowledge points, attend classes, and search for more information.
The color of the blood orange and the red grass were changing. The boiling water had turned blue. Steam spurted from the edge of the lid. The room was filled with a sour smell.
Angele stopped chanting the incantation. He pursed his lips and stared at the beaker. The liquid inside was boiling again, but the color was still the same.
Two hours later. The A.I. Chip's simulation was completed.
"Dear Angele, how are you doing in Ramsoda? I heard your school is famous for Necromancy and Shadow spells. It's a scary and bloody place. I hope you didn't get scared by the corpses and skeletons that showed up in the middle of the night. "
Along with the change of the syllables, the liquid in the beaker also changed. The boiling liquid slowly calmed down. Many bubbles disappeared. The steam that was still coming out of the beaker slowly disappeared.
It was evening. Angele held the two tubes of green ointment in his hands. He had a bitter smile on his face.
Almost every tutor in Ramsoda College was an expert in anatomy. If the secret of the chip was discovered …
Angele thought for a while and put the two tubes of ointment away. Angele took out the contract and studied it carefully. It was not a harsh contract. He signed his name on it without hesitation.
* * *
Angele concocted the ointment. It took him about seven to eight hours to concoct the ointment. Out of ten attempts, he had only succeeded twice.
Angele grabbed a ball of cotton and removed the glass lid with his hand. Thick white smoke blew into his face.
Angele stared at the beaker. It was not moving.
Angele opened his eyes, removed the blanket, and shook his head. He shook his head and glanced at the crystal clock. Seven in the morning. This was the trouble with the Underground Academy. Without time, it was impossible to tell if it was morning or night.
However, at night, he used the A.I. Chip to continuously mix potions, and with the help of the A.I. Chip, he had more or less grasped the second spell model.
However, the disadvantage was that the chip could only store one spell model. If there were more, there would be a rejection disorder, and the effects of the spell would disappear completely, leaving only pure energy. For Angele, it was a good way to store his spells.
"There's an unstable curve in the coordination of Mental Energy. The medicinal herbs have lost their vitality. "
"Thank you for the compliment." Angele gently pushed Ansett away.
"Do you need me?" She leaned against Angele and raised her head to look at him. She then pressed her chest against Angele's arm.
"Zero, summarize the failures."
Finally, he took out the letter sent by Yuri, gently opened it, and took out the parchment inside.
"Looks like I can't use the potions to make money now. He might be able to do it in the future when the time was right, but a pharmaceutics student would need at least a few years to successfully refine a potion, and a lot of raw materials would be wasted. It would take at least a few years for it to slowly reveal itself. Alchemy, on the other hand, could continuously improve one's skills and concoct medicines that could stimulate and increase one's mental strength. However, I need to collect the medicinal herbs carefully. "
Angele sat in front of the desk and thought for a while. He then washed his face and rinsed his mouth, took off his clothes, and laid down to rest.
"Luckily, one Hemostasis Balm can be sold for at least ten magic stones. Making potions is a very profitable business. However, even I can only maintain such a low success rate. "Angele shook his head, feeling a bit helpless. These two Hemostasis Balms were not easy to come by.
"What surprised me is that the White Tooth Castle, which I spent a lot of effort to join, is not on good terms with the other two major organizations. My letter can't be sent to any other place except to you. Even if it's from here to where you are, there are still two large kingdoms in between. It seems like we can't contact each other and help each other. After this letter, I'll be stationed in a new place. The apprentices in the castle must complete missions to receive resources. There's nothing I can do about it. I probably won't be able to contact you for a long time. I don't even know where I'll be stationed. I hope we'll meet again in the future. "
Angele shook his head. This method was not going to work. Also, the two balms in his hands were not easy to deal with. He was not a student of any potion master, but he could make two balms at once. It was not a big deal to earn magic stones, but it would be bad for him if people became suspicious of his concoction.
"I hope I'm not bothering you." She glanced at Angele, stepped forward, and entered the room. "Do you have any questions about the contract?"
Angele put on his clothes and opened the door.
Angele immediately rejected the idea.
Rows of tiny data were changing by the side of the glass. It showed the temperature, the changes in the medicinal properties, the activity of the ingredients, the number of elements, and other information.
About two minutes later. The water in the large beaker was boiling, and there were many bubbles on the surface.
Angele stared at the beaker quietly. He looked at the crystal clock from time to time. His expression did not change at all.
Finally, the flame at the bottom of the beaker died out.
Angele added some water into the beaker. He did not add any more herbs. He closed the glass lid.
Some apprentices needed one month to learn a spellcasting language. Some needed more than a year, and some even needed several years. Most apprentices had enough mana and mentality. However, they failed every time because they did not have enough knowledge about the principles. They did not know how to deal with the problems they encountered during the process. Sometimes, they would not be able to advance to the next stage.
Angele's lips moved slightly, and a strange syllable came out of his mouth. The syllable was sometimes sharp, sometimes deep.
For an acolyte, the most troublesome restriction, apart from aptitude, was the accumulation of knowledge and comprehension. It was also the reason why apprentices with good talent were not able to advance.
She picked up the beaker and poured the contents into the sink beside her. There was a sink and a toilet in each apprentice's room. Although the room was small, there were two separate cubicles.
The next morning.
"Secret rune." Angele recognized the spell. It was a simple trick, using elemental particles to leave a mark on the parchment. Through special energy waves, the elemental particles could leave different effects on the parchment. Even rank 2 apprentices could do it easily.
Ansett knocked on Angele's door.
He put the beaker back on the ring on the heater.
The strange scene lasted for about ten minutes.
"I was right," Ansett said with a smile. "A man who can control his instincts must be extraordinary."
The heater was like a solid alcohol lamp on Earth. A half-colored oil block was placed in a glass bottle with a lit wick on top. The temperature of the flame was much higher than that of an ordinary oil lamp.
No matter how hard the flame heated the beaker, a layer of white ice was formed on the surface of the liquid inside the beaker.
In the next ten days, Angele listened to lectures and went to the library like a normal wizard apprentice during the day. He also went to the spell lab to practice spells. He was no different from the other apprentices around him. They were all trying to learn spells, increase their mentality, and learn a lot of knowledge.
"Is that so?" Angele took a deep breath. "Continue," Ansett said.
Without making a sound, he had already surpassed many of the acolytes around him. He was one of the strongest apprentices in the school.
Angele put the letter back into the envelope.
Ansett stood outside the door with a smile on her face. Apprentices passed by her from time to time.
"Did I fail?"
Angele was speechless. He smiled and kept reading.
Angele had a lot of self-control when it came to magic. Also, it would be bad for his body if he indulged in magic at his age. Angele stopped thinking about it after only one day. He went back to studying spells and potions.
Ansett's eyes flashed with joy. Today, she was wearing the same tight-fitting hunting attire as yesterday, but instead of long leather pants, she was wearing a short black leather skirt. Her white and slender thighs were wearing a pair of black boots, which further highlighted the whiteness of her skin.
One had to know that instant casting spells, even if it was only a rank 0 spell, could only be done by a true Wizard.
"But if Ansett and the others are coming tomorrow, they will be exposed if they stay in the same room as me. Angele did not have a lot of practice, but he was able to achieve such a high success rate in potion concoction. He had to think carefully before making potions in the future. Or should I not let Ansett and the others stay in the room? Should I just apply for a potion concoction room? "
Angele asked Ansett to stay in his room that night. Luckily, the room was soundproof. Other than the spiders in the air pipes, no one could hear their breathing.
The only sound in the room was the boiling water from the beaker.
Zero could store the energy of spell models in advance. It was like an enchanted item that could only be used once. However, it could only cast spells that Angele had mastered. The most important thing was that the A.I. Chip's spell casting was instantaneous. It was much faster than enchanted items that required incantations to be activated.
"I've signed it." Angele took out the contract and handed it to her.
Angele stood in front of the desk again. He weighed the materials in the box according to Zero's simulation and put them into the beaker. He then lit the grease heater.
"However, it has also been confirmed that Zero has a great advantage in a field like pharmaceutics that requires high precision. As long as I keep working hard, my income will increase quickly. "Angele was in a good mood even though it took him a whole day to finish the task. He could earn at least nine magic stones from a tube of hemostasis potion. He would not have to worry about the lack of magic stones in the future.
He stared at the liquid in the beaker. Blue light dots were flowing in his eyes.
* * *
The beaker in his sight turned into a blue 3D model, spinning in front of his eyes.
Just as he finished reading the last line of words, a silver dot abruptly appeared on the paper at the end of the letter. It quickly outlined a signature, and then exploded in an instant. The signature was a neat line of name: Yuri Saffron.
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