Abe the Wizard

Abel’s favorite out of the 3 masters potion formula was the ‘natural breathing’ one. Its ingredients weren’t too demanding, so he could mass-produce them and be one step towards being a Grandmaster potion maker. Abel had discarded this idea in the past, but it was revived ever since he came to the elves.

He thought there were just not enough ingredients for master potions to push him towards being a grandmaster potion maker even if he hadn’t tried, but this natural breathing potion gave him a ray of hope.

Abel took out his master badge and connected to the potion spirit through his power of will.

“Potion spirit, I want to see if I can get some ingredients for the natural breathing potion!” Abel, who had interacted with spirits many times, was familiar with asking questions.

“Master Bennett, there are still 10 portions of natural breathing ingredients this year. Master Muir, Master Nolan, and Master Balfour had given up their portion, so you can get those 10 portions any time!” The voice of the spirit filled the room.

Abel thought for a moment. It was the 25th of November. The year was about to end, and there were still 10 portions leftover—what a surprise.

He was also very thankful that the 3 other master potion makers had given up their portions. As a new member of the union, normally, he would only be given 3 portions.

However, Abel didn’t know how low the success rate of that potion was. The other masters had not only left them for Abel to let him test out his skills but also because they wouldn’t successfully make one without enough portions.

The other masters couldn’t make a master potion any time they wanted. They needed to be in their top condition. If not, their success rate would be very low.

Normally only 1 would succeed in 5 portions. It sounds very simple, but that rate was only possible during the top condition of a master.

Therefore their masters wouldn’t make a master potion if they were not in their best condition. Besides, they would reserve many requests from others to make potions. This was why master potions were so limited.

Taking a master potion ingredient was not free of responsibility. Each potion maker needed to sum it 1 successful master potion with every 5 portions. If all failed, the potion spirit would lower the ingredients obtaining permission of that Master.

If successful, the union would reward the master with corresponding credit points, which were used to exchange resources, formulas, and permission to view secret books.

Of course, with Abel’s current identity as a master potion maker, he had the permission to view every potion formula and secret books, so he could only use those credit points to exchange resources.

The reason the potion maker union had lasted through countless years was because of an unbiased authority in the name of justice, such as the potion spirit. If elves ran it, even the most unbiased elf might get influenced by personal benefits.

“Potion spirit, I want to get all 10 portions of the natural breathing potion!” Abel thought for a moment and said.

“Master Bennett, you have to submit 2 natural breathing portions with those 10 portions. Do you understand?” The potion spirit asked.

“Yes!” Abel said, and a white light flashed on his alchemy bench. 10 boxes appeared.

Abel stepped up and opened one of them. There were 120 slots within, and each slot was placed with a kind of material. The inside of the box was also filled with vast patterns, making sure the ingredients were kept fresh.

He had to give the box back after he used up the ingredients. It seems like its value was no less than what’s within. Looking at its appearance, it at least had a few hundred years of history.

Abel scanned the alchemy room with his power of the will and confirmed that there weren’t any surveillance circles. He then took out a barrier circle and spread it around the alchemy platform.

He didn’t want anyone to know his potion-making process since its success rate was shocking.

He took out the lambskin parchment, documenting the natural breathing potion formula, and went through it carefully again, making sure he memorized everything.

He placed the crystal alchemy tools provided by the union on the bench and began his first attempt.

He ignited the world stone’s ability, and Abel pushed his calculations and judgments to an extreme. Everything within his sight began to slow down.

He began to organize the ingredients. It was the most basic step, and all official alchemists could do it without fail.

However, organizing 120 ingredients still took quite a bit of time. Even with Abel’s precise movements, it still took him 2 hours.

Afterward, he began the alchemy process. Each ingredient was unstable, so it was a potion maker’s job to stabilize them and combine them.

With the detailed formula and Abel’s powerful power of the will on top of his world stone ability, the alchemy process went smoothly. After an hour, he yelled, “level up!” And a rainbow color light shot up from the potion.

Slowly, the lights returned to the potion, leaving a blue glow sparkling on the liquid.

Abel frowned. His movements were too perfect, and the natural breathing potion was directly leveled up to a blue level in one go.

He didn’t want to show off too much as he would need to give this back to the union. However, this master potion was too easy, and if he forcefully suppressed his alchemy skills, he might run into some unexpected failure.

“Fine, whatever!” He shook his head and put the blue natural breathing potion on the alchemy bench.

He then took out another portion and began organizing. After another 3 hours, another blue natural breathing potion appeared on his hand.

The blue natural breathing potion could increase the natural force by 40% during a Druid’s training, double the power of a normal, natural breathing potion.

6 hours passed in a swift, but he was not planning to leave. He had completed his mission of making 2 natural breathing potions, so those 8 other portions were his to keep.

He was very happy that his master pattern had absorbed some energy during the process, and it was now a little stronger. Although it was not a lot, it was still a stable income.

For the next 8 portions, he did not use the crystal tools the union had provided. Instead, he cleaned them and put them back in the cupboard.

He reached into his Varaya’s ring and took out the Ankara alchemy bottles. He then retrieved some spring water and began combining it in his Horadric cube, and added some special effects.

He opened the 8 wooden boxes at once and directly began organizing with his power of the will. He had gained his experience from the past 2 attempts, and he almost didn’t need to think.

He no longer bothered with making 1 potion at a time. If another master tried to make 2 potions at a time, the success rate would drop by a few times, and making 8 of them at once was almost impossible.

However, Abel had the world stone and the Dark Gold Ankara alchemy bottles on top of the spring water combined through the Horadric Cube.

Under the control of his powerful power of the will, he organized the 8 portions of ingredients in 2 hours, and the alchemy process began.

After another hour, he yelled, “level up!”

A vivid rainbow shot out from the Ankara alchemy bottle. This time the rainbow lasted for a minute before slowly returning to the bottle. Finally, what remained was a golden glow sparkling in the liquid.

Abel let out a long breath of relief. He succeeded. His master pattern was enjoying the energy given by making 8 portions at once. He was another step closer to becoming a grandmaster potion maker.

Although he didn’t know how many years it would take for him to level up with this current rate. But since he had never failed, the energy he had gotten was at least 5 times more than other master potion makers. Due to the scarcity of master-grade ingredients, these 5 times could make a world of difference.

He took out 8 crystal glasses and poured the potions within. Afterward, he put them back in his portal bag.

He then put away the barrier circle and connected with the potion spirit through his master’s badge again.

“Potion spirit, I’m ready to submit my natural breathing potions!’ Abel placed the 2 blue natural breathing potions on the bench and said.

“Master Bennett. Retrieving natural breathing potions in process, please wait!” The voice of the potion spirit emerged, and the potions on the bench vanished in a flash of white light. After 10 seconds, the voice of the potion spirit emerged again, “The 2 blue natural breathing potions you submitted will grant you 2000 credit points from the union.

“Potion spirit, if I submitted a normal, natural breathing potion, how many credit points would I get?” Abel asked again.

“Each normal natural breathing potion will give you 500 credit points!” The potion spirit quickly replied.

Abel felt like he was scammed. The blue natural breathing potion was 2 times as powerful as the normal one, so it seems fair that it was worth twice as much. However, that’s not how the value of a potion should be calculated—the market price for a blue natural breathing potion definitely worth more than that.

However, Abel did not think too much. The union provided the ingredients, and he could not make a normal potion anyway.

He put his master badge back on his chest and walked out of the room. To his surprise, his 2 followers were still sitting outside.

“Come to my place. I have something to talk to you about!” Abel said to his 2 followers.

Afterward, he and his followers sat back on the flying carriage and flew back to the mansion under the coachman’s control.

Meanwhile, Master Nolan was examining the lotion and conditioner in the lounge of her alchemy room, but she just couldn’t figure out what so special about them.

“Master Nolan, I was looking for you!” Master Muir’s voice emerged from outside.

Master Nolan opened the door. She was close with Master Muir, so she no longer needed to be too polite. Since she was busy, she couldn’t bother with getting up and greeting Master Muir personally.

“Master Muir, what’s up?” She turned and asked.

“Master Nolan, have you seen the recent listing of the union?” Master Muir said with a shocked look on his face.

“Is there anything good?”Master Nolan took out her master badge and placed it on the table in front of her after hearing Master Muir’s words. She then entered the union’s exchange system.

This exchange system was completely different from the Wizard Union’s one. It was made for druids and potion makers, and it was nowhere as big.

As soon as Master Nolan was connected, a projection appeared on her table. She scrolled with her power of the will, and soon she realized why Master Muir was so shocked.

The potion maker union made everything on the listing, and there were 2 blue natural breathing potions.

“Master Muir, did you make them?” Master Nolan almost couldn’t believe her eyes.

“If I did, why would I be asking you?” Master Muir viciously shook his head.

“Could it be Master Balfour?” Master Nolan asked again.

“Not likely. He was searching for a new formula lately; he won’t have time to make natural breathing potions!” Master Muir shook his head again.

“Could it be…” Master Nolan paused. It was too unbelievable.