Walking into the familiar underground market, there were many acolytes walking around.
Walking among them, Adil was dressed in a gray robe and had his head lowered. He did not stand out at all among the acolytes.
Because they were all acolytes, there was not much noise in the surroundings. It was very quiet, and only the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.
After walking through this area, Adil looked around casually, as if he was looking for something.
Finally, he stopped in front of a black-robed old man's stall.
Hearing Adil's footsteps, the old man raised his head and looked at Adil, "What do you need?"
He spoke in a cold voice, not looking like he was doing business, but more like he was chasing someone away.
"Some things that you need to make potions."
Hearing the old man's voice, Adil did not mind and said directly.
"Heh, another acolyte who wants to make potions."
Hearing Adil's words, the black-robed old man shook his head, "Let me give you a piece of advice. For people like you, if you have the magic crystals to buy these things, you might as well save them for a few more lessons. It will be much more helpful to you in the future than these things.
"I've been in the academy for so many years, but I've never seen many acolytes who can really make anything. In the end, they're just wasting the magic crystals they have."
Hearing Adil's words, the black-robed old man shook his head and looked at him, trying to persuade him.
"If you don't even try, how will you know if you can't make it?"
Adil's expression was calm, and he did not react to the old man's advice at all.
Seeing Adil's expression, the black-robed old man inwardly sighed and did not try to say anything else.
He had seen too many people like this in front of him. Every single one of them was extremely confident at the start, thinking that they would be able to make potions after learning a little about potions. However, in the end, they would not be able to make anything, wasting their resources for nothing.
It was only because he saw that Adil was too young and did not look like he had a strong background that he spoke up to persuade him, so that he would not hold him back.
Seeing that his advice did not work, he directly took out a large pile of equipment from behind him, which looked a little old, "These are second-hand goods used by acolytes in the past. Although they are a little old, they can still be used. A total of 5 magic crystals."
"A very fair price."
Hearing this price, Adil nodded his head.
The equipment that Magi needed to make potions was made from rare materials, and it usually required high precision as well. Usually, a new set would cost around 10 magic crystals.
Although the equipment in front of him was a little old, at least it was not broken and could still be used, so the price of 5 magic crystals was not too high.
After roughly inspecting the equipment and making sure there were no problems, Adil took out five Magic Stones from the pouch hanging on his waist and placed them in front of the young lady.
"Eh..."
Suddenly, the black-robed old man let out a sound of surprise.
He looked at Adil's ears and that head of black hair mixed with silver, and could not help but reveal a surprised expression, "You are the rumored half-elf?"
Immediately, Adil's movements froze, and he could not help but be stunned for a moment.
He looked at the black-robed old man in front of him. Although his expression was calm, his eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
"Don't look at me like that."
Looking at Adil's eyes, the black-robed old man said, "Your matter has recently spread in the academy."
"Many people know that a half-elf acolyte has appeared in the academy. He is very talented in Potioneering, and has obtained the appreciation of Lord Seymour."
A complicated expression appeared on his face, mixed with understanding, envy, jealousy, and other emotions. Finally, he calmed down, "If it is you, then it is no wonder. With your talent, it is normal for you to start making potions now. "
In front of him, Adil was completely stunned.
After entering the academy for such a long time, he had been very low-key. Usually, apart from meditation, he would attend classes. Due to the lack of magic crystals, he had no choice but to accept some missions. He did not have much interaction with others, so naturally, he did not know about these matters.
However, after hearing the words of the black-robed old man, he faintly understood.
The things that the other party had said, if someone were to carefully investigate, would not be able to hide it.
As a half-elf, Adil was different from normal humans. Regardless of whether it was his ears that were slightly sharper than normal humans or his light silver hair, they were all things that could not be hidden. It was normal for experienced Magi to be able to tell.
It was the same for Potioneering.
His performance in the Potioneering classes had actually been observed by other acolytes who were in the same class. Among them were acolytes from powerful Magi families. In addition, Mentor Seymour had shown that he valued Leylin. As time passed, it was only natural that he would leave an impression in some people.
Putting everything else aside, in just a few short months, Adil was able to catch up to those high-leveled acolytes who had been studying Potioneering for more than ten years. From the basic classes to the paid classes, he did not fall behind. Just this point alone was enough for Adil to leave a reputation as a Potioneering genius in some people's hearts.
However, in a certain sense, this was not a bad thing.
No matter if it was the half-elf bloodline or the identity of a Potioneering genius, he had a high value in the eyes of Magi. At least, he was more valuable alive than dead. Other than Magi like Guemorra, who wanted to dissect Adil, the other higher-ups would instead protect Adil to a certain extent.
Thinking about this, Leylin suddenly understood, and his expression became calm again.
"Bring me my things."
Looking at the black-robed old man in front of him, Adil spoke.
However, looking at Adil's expression, the old man did not have any objections.
It was clearly the same performance. In the past, he would only think that Adil was indulging in fantasy, but now, he only felt that Adil was full of confidence, and even had an inexplicable sense of confidence in him.
This was the difference created by the halo of a genius.
"Other than a full set of equipment, what else do you need?"
After silently packing up the things at the side, the old man spoke again. Compared to before, his tone was much gentler this time.
Standing where he was, Adil thought for a moment and then said, "And ten ingredients for the Healing Potion."
This was a beginner potion in Potioneering, and it was one of the few potions whose formula was made public. It could quickly heal wounds, and was considered one of the most commonly used potions by Magi.
However, although the formula was made public, it was only for Magi. For acolytes, it was still not easy to get their hands on.
The reason why Adil had this formula was because of the paid Potioneering class he had attended, which Mentor Simorra had taught him.
"Ten portions of ingredients for the Healing Potion. Minus the odd parts, it will be one magic crystal."
In front of him, the old man glanced at Adil and took out a few boxes, "My name is Ella, and I have been in the academy for tens of years."
"I can't guarantee anything else, but if you need anything in Potioneering, you can come to me. I will definitely not disappoint you."
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