In the underground market.
Adil stood at the same spot and looked at Grace who was far away. He seemed to be deep in thought.
Just now, although Grace did not say much, he had undoubtedly reminded him of something.
"Northern Plains …" Adil muttered to himself.
The so-called Northern Plains was located to the north of the Uraldor Academy. It was a very large and broad area.
Compared to the south where there were very few wizard organizations, there were many more wizard organizations there. There were all kinds of wizard organizations and wizard families that had taken root there.
Compared to the south, the area where Uralto College was located had fewer wizard organizations, but it also had fewer resources. Many things were not as abundant as the north.
However, although the north had more resources, there were also more wizard organizations, and the competition in all aspects was more intense.
This time, the source of the conflict was a few wizard organizations in the Northern Plains near Uralto College. It was unknown why the conflict broke out. Not only did it not stop until now, but it also seemed to be getting more and more intense.
"From what Grace said, this time, the college might also be involved. It seems that I have to pay attention to this information."
Looking at Grace's figure that was getting further away, Adil pondered for a while and thought to himself.
He looked around, roughly packed up the things that were left around, and chose to leave.
After leaving the underground market, he did not choose to return to the dormitory. Instead, he walked towards the place where Teacher Seymour was.
After a while, he arrived in front of a large tower and directly walked in.
Seymour, who was wearing a familiar black robe, was standing in front of an experiment table and observing something.
"Adil, what's the matter?"
With his back to Adil, he didn't even turn around as he spoke.
"Teacher Seymour."
Looking at Seymour's back, Adil slightly bowed and said, "I want to buy a potion formula from you."
"After studying for such a long time, I have more or less mastered the refining of the Healing Potion. I hope to obtain more formulas to learn."
"Oh?"
Hearing Adil's words, Seymour turned around and looked at Adil with a calm expression. "Adil, you should understand that for a pharmacist, a potion formula is very expensive."
Hearing this, Adil nodded. "I understand."
"Very good."
Hearing Adil's words, Seymour nodded lightly. "Then, what potion formula do you want?"
"Spirit Sobering Medicine," Adil said without hesitation, as he had planned.
"It's a very basic and practical potion, although it might be a little difficult for you to concoct."
Seymour pondered for a moment before reporting a number, "400 Magic Stones."
Hearing this price, Adil's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to have any reaction.
Strictly speaking, this price was not considered expensive. In fact, it was considered very cheap.
Potion formulas were usually very expensive. Even ancient potion formulas that could no longer be refined would cost at least a few hundred Magic Stones, not to mention usable formulas.
Although the difficulty of concocting the Spirit Sobering Medicine was high, its effects were outstanding and it was widely used. Its value was far above that of ordinary potions. Being able to purchase it for a mere 400 Magic Stones was already a price that Master Seymour could only afford on account of Adil being his student.
After pondering for a moment, Adil took out a few items from his waist.
They were four silver-colored high-grade Magic Stones. They were also the majority of Adil's savings that he had accumulated over this period of time. He took them all out at once.
"The deal is done."
Seymour casually put away the four high-grade Magic Stones and nodded. He passed a light blue crystal ball to Adil.
After carefully receiving the crystal ball, Adil bade farewell to Seymour who was in front of him and walked outside.
Just as he reached the door, Master Seymour's voice rang out behind him once again.
"During this period of time, if there is nothing important, do not leave the academy's safe zone."
Adil turned around and looked behind him.
In the spacious laboratory, Seymour sat alone on a wooden chair. His thin sleeves swayed in Silence, making him look a little lonely.
"Also, you don't have to come for the lessons in the future anymore. What I can teach, I have already taught you."
A familiar voice rang out beside his ear, carrying a hint of faintness.
Hearing these words, Adil was startled.
He looked at Seymour's back for a long time before leaving.
Only after he left did Seymour, who was in front, turn around. As he sensed Adil's distant figure, his pair of turbid eyes revealed a kind of blankness and indifference.
"Time …"
Not knowing what he was thinking, the light in his eyes gradually became dim. He looked like an old man with one foot in the grave.
… …
"What exactly did Master Seymour's last words mean …"
Walking on the spacious road, thinking about what Seymour said before, Adil had a strange feeling in his heart.
He learned the lessons very quickly. After studying for such a long time, he could already concoct potions on his own and could barely study on his own.
However, to say that there was nothing to learn was not necessarily true.
Walking on the road, thinking about Seymour's performance during this period of time, the feeling in Adil's heart became more and more intense.
Recently, the frequency of Seymour's lessons became more and more frequent. Many things were taught more and more urgently, as if he was afraid that Adil would not be able to finish learning and taught him a lot of things in one go.
Previously, during the lessons, Adil did not pay much attention to it. However, thinking about it now, this was actually some kind of omen.
"Let's hope nothing bad happens."
Walking on the road, many thoughts flashed through Adil's mind. Looking at the tower that was gradually getting further away, he thought to himself.
Things at the level of an official Magus were still too far away for the current him. It was not something that he could get involved in.
After calming himself down, he did not think too much about it and directly followed the road back to his lodgings.
Returning to the familiar room, he closed the door with a bang. Then, he took out the light blue crystal ball and slowly held it in his palm.
"A.I. Chip, organize the information and send it directly to my memory!"
Feeling a sense of familiarity, Adil did not hesitate and directly spoke to the A.I. Chip in his mind.
Not long after, as large amounts of information flowed into his mind, Adil memorized a new potion formula.
"The Spirit Sobering Potion is indeed much more difficult to concoct than the Healing Potion."
Adil slowly recalled the new information that had appeared in his mind and muttered to himself.
Compared to the Healing Potion, the ingredients required to concoct the Spirit Sobering Potion were much more numerous. Although most of them were not expensive, the difficulty of concocting them was much higher.
"With the Spirit Sobering Potion and the Healing Potion, as well as the three formulas that Grace promised me, I have enough potion formulas for now.
"Next, I need to strengthen my reserves of spell templates."
Thinking about the information and hints that he had heard from Grace and Seymour, Adil felt a sense of crisis.
The power of Magi was filled with mysteries. If a war between the surrounding Magi organisations really broke out, it would undoubtedly be filled with danger.
As an acolyte of Uralto College, if Uralto College itself was involved, it would be hard to say if he would not be in danger.
At this thought, Adil lowered his head and pondered, In terms of spells, due to the lack of Magic Stones and the fact that I've focused on Potioneering, I've only learned Plant Catalysis. It's time to strengthen my reserves in this area.
"A.I. Chip, is the spell digitization task completed?" He asked the A.I. Chip in his mind.
[Completed, display?] The A.I. Chip's robotic voice sounded in his mind.
"Yes!" Without much hesitation, Adil immediately replied.
[Catalysis (Plant Type): Allows plant type creatures to grow faster. Every use consumes 0.3 units of spiritual force …]
[Beep, the template can be finely optimized! Do you want to continue?]
"It can actually be optimized!" Hearing the A.I. Chip's prompt in his mind, Adil was a little surprised.
However, after thinking about it, this was normal.
Spell templates were developed from the collation of knowledge by Magi. The construction itself had its own rules, and was not a product without rules.
The memory A.I. Chip itself had powerful computing abilities. Faced with this kind of template, it could completely use its powerful computing abilities to carry out deductions and optimizations, making the template even more perfect.
"Optimize." After thinking about this, Adil did not hesitate and chose to optimize it.
[Please choose the direction of optimization: Strengthen the effects of spells, strengthen the stability of the spell template, strengthen the conversion rate of the spell template …]
"While strengthening the effects and conversion rate of the spells, at the same time, ensure the stability of the original template."
Standing on the spot, Adil muttered to himself for a moment before opening his mouth.
As the basic spell templates of the Magus Academy, these spells were very stable, and there was no need to strengthen them.
After all, those who learned these basic spell templates were basically acolytes. Naturally, their control over the spells would not be that good. If the effects of the spell template were not stable, it could easily cause accidental damage.
[Mission established, estimated time required: 8 days …]
In his mind, the A.I. Chip's robotic voice sounded again.
Hearing this, Adil shook his head, "Looks like I have to take more courses in the future. The more knowledge I have, the richer the A.I. Chip's database will be, and the better the effects of the modified templates will be."
"But for now, I should go replenish my reserves of spells."
This thought flashed in his mind, and he could not help but look out of the window.
It was still noon, and it was still very bright outside. The sun was hanging high in the sky.
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