I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 168 Alchemy and Ruthless Work

The underhanded backdoor plan failed miserably.

This means that Ron has to work several jobs, but only gets paid for one.

Capital, you've won!

"As for manpower, go to West Germany and ask them to arrange it for you."

Olivia gave the order.

Seeing that there was no way to change the situation, Ron, with an extremely heavy heart, pushed open the oak door of the chairman's office and stepped out.

Life is mostly unsatisfactory.
The remaining one or two are even less satisfactory.

However, to be honest, although there are no holidays at Stardust Club, the salary and hidden benefits are really high.

For mages whose primary purpose is to learn and improve their abilities, a library where they can borrow books at will with their credentials is like a cool, aloof senior student wriggling around naked.
It always makes people want to study it carefully.

People with money will have troubles.

Although Ron had only received his Level 1 Investigator salary a few days ago, his initial excitement had already worn off, and he began to seriously consider how to spend the money.

With a salary of 160 gold lions, they are truly high-income earners.
Even among the middle class in the capital, they would be considered among the very elite.

According to Ron's dream when he was down on his luck, if he ever became successful, the first thing he would do was buy a house, and then when he grew up, he would find himself a wife and live a comfortable life.

However, his experiences during his month at the Stardust Club made him realize just how dangerous the world could be.

Improving our capabilities is the top priority.

After shaking off the newspaper he'd taken from Olivia's desk, Ron's eyes immediately fell on an advertisement.

[The Alchemy Factory introduces new products: Starry Brew, Void Essence, and Moonlight Extract—great aids in enhancing magical power.]

[Recharging 1 Golden Lion at our store is equivalent to 2 Golden Lions, increasing recharge benefits by up to 200%. The more you recharge, the more you earn. In addition, new users receive a 20% discount on potions.]

"A bottle still costs 50 gold lions, so what discount have you given me?"

The boy unconsciously complained, recalling the utterly useless 618 shopping festival from his past life.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, giving him the feeling that the shopkeeper was planning to scam people and then run away.

Ron looked closely and noticed the small print on the picture that read "Financial United Savings Bank".

No wonder.
With the leader gone, the conglomerate, whose wealth once rivaled that of the entire kingdom, ultimately declined due to the lack of a leader.

Moreover, this rudimentary alchemical potion, which costs 50 gold lions per bottle, is no longer very effective for Ron.

The magic potions that can enhance his power must be custom-made by alchemists at a higher cost.

"Perhaps I'm just too poor; 160 gold lions aren't enough for anything."

Ron muttered to himself.

Ron had also considered the annual reimbursement limit of 10,000 Golden Lions for Level 1 Investigators.

Unfortunately, the enemies he encountered were all very polite and never harmed him in the slightest.

As thoughts raced through my mind, I stepped over a few stairs, and a spacious hall filled with brass pipes suddenly came into view.

Suddenly, Ron noticed that all the logistics department personnel were looking up at him.

They were drooling, their eyes firm yet somewhat bewildered, like gamblers facing a huge temptation and struggling to make a difficult choice, yet still maintaining a degree of rationality.

At that moment, the blond boy's nose twitched a few times as he smelled a fragrance that made his mouth water.

The fragrance wafted from the deepest part of the logistics department's research and development room, seemingly transforming into a hand in mid-air, constantly enticing Ron to explore its source.

In that instant, the words "nectar and elixir" popped into the boy's mind.

The aroma was so enticing, completely devoid of any industrial pungent smell, it was like food that the body desperately craved, causing Ron's mouth to water uncontrollably. However, the next second, the boy, who was about to search for the source, turned pale.

He was too naive. This was the logistics department; such a strong and peculiar fragrance must be Mr. West Germany's new invention.

Given his personality, the substance that exudes such a strong fragrance is probably not a pile of excrement.
Ron's lips twitched, and he steeled himself, following the increasingly rich aroma, until he reached the deepest room in the logistics department.

On the table in the room were countless bottles and jars, some containing colorful liquids, and others with a layer of water vapor on the inside, having been squeezed out of their essence.

Good evening, Ron.

Suddenly, West Germany, wearing a bird-beak mask, jumped out from the corner.

His eyes lit up, and as if catching prey, he grabbed the boy's shoulder immediately, greeting him with unusual enthusiasm.

"Uh, good evening, Mr. Sid."

Although Ron was startled, he still greeted him politely.

After the two exchanged greetings, the research and development room fell into a sudden silence.

After a long while, realizing that Mr. Sid showed no sign of letting go, Ron forced a smile and said:

“Mr. Sid, Ms. Olivia asked you to arrange some manpower for me.”

The silver-haired youth nodded upon hearing this, and said in an unusually high-spirited tone:

"No problem. We have some new staff and investigators transferred from the branch recently, so it would be perfect to have you mentor them."

After saying that, West Germany shut his mouth again, staring longingly at the boy who had walked right into his trap.

Ron's lips twitched, and he instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pretending not to know anything and refusing to mention the aroma.

The two stared at each other for several minutes before Sid Flores finally lost his composure.

"Ron, can you smell a fragrance that's irresistible?"

The boy nodded silently.

Upon seeing this, Sid, hidden behind the bird-beak mask, smiled and coaxed:

Do you want to know what that is?

The boy shook his head frantically.

Seeing this, Sid patted Ron on the shoulder and said:
"I knew you'd want to know."

Hey, where did I say I wanted to?!
Ron mentally complained loudly, taking a small breath as he said:
"Mr. West, what exactly is that thing?"

Rather than being passive, it's better to take the initiative.

Upon hearing this, the logistics minister excitedly danced around and scrambled through a pile of bottles and jars to pull out a vial filled with a viscous red substance.

"This is it, my newly invented alchemical potion. It uses extracts from more than a dozen rare magical plants, and through alchemy, it allows them to undergo material and spiritual transformations."

"It took me a whole week to extract just two small tubes."

As for its function…

At this point, Sid glanced at Ron, who was a third-tier mage, and said:
"It allows people to quickly accumulate magic power and break through to the fourth rank."

real or fake?

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression was somewhat incredulous.

This time, Mr. Sidde didn't come up with anything strange or unusual; instead, he concocted an alchemical potion with such remarkable effects.

For some reason, a sense of relief welled up in Ron's heart.

(End of this chapter)