I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Please come in."

A gentle response came from inside.

Push the door open and go inside.

It was an office surrounded by bookshelves and filing cabinets.

Behind me was a row of walnut bookshelves that reached the ceiling, and the walls on both sides were crammed with dark green metal filing cabinets. The window opened onto a lawn in the backyard.

A middle-aged man in his early forties was sitting behind the table.

He was of medium build, with a peaceful appearance. His black hair, of moderate thickness, was neatly combed, with a few premature white strands visible at his temples.

He was holding the newly arrived letter of recommendation, reading it with great concentration.

His demeanor was nothing like that of a top medical doctor; he was more like a kind uncle in the neighborhood who always loved to tell stories to children.

But just as he looked up at me...

Evan clearly saw that several different colored pupils flashed directly in those seemingly gentle eyes.

They were arranged in a way that Evan couldn't quite put his finger on.

That kind of form that absolutely does not belong to the human physiological structure.

Without changing his expression, Evan turned around, gently closed the door, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Dr. Forem."

Forem grunted and stood up from the high-backed chair.

His voice was gentle and refined: "I have read Professor Armitage's letter of recommendation."

He put down the letter and looked up at Evan.

“Well done. The Phoenix Brotherhood, those guys really deserve to die.”

"sit."

Ivan smiled and walked to the table, sitting down in the guest chair covered with calfskin.

Forem took a white porcelain teacup from the drawer and poured half a cup of hot tea into the small tray in front of him.

"I heard you tested the drug on Bartrus?"

Ivan nodded.

"Yes. Professor Pulis's medicine is potent. After drinking it, I could carry a sack for four hours straight without breaking a sweat."

Upon hearing this, Forem couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Is it powerful?

He repeated it.

"A rather interesting comment."

After laughing, he lowered his gaze and looked back at the letter of recommendation lying on the table.

Armitage deliberately highlighted a line in bold, stiff penmanship at the very end.

This student possesses a simple sense of justice. They are exceptionally cheerful and optimistic, with a free-thinking mind. You should be prepared for this.

Immediately following was a line of smaller print.

{Important: He seems to really like potions. You need to pay attention to related issues and let him experience the dangers of potions firsthand through experiments.}

Forem's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

He raised his hand and pulled a glass medicine bottle, about the size of a thumb, from another drawer under the table. The bottle's mouth was sealed with a layer of dark red beeswax, giving it an amber glow.

"I heard that you have excellent drug resistance because of your family background?"

He placed the medicine bottle on the edge of the table.

"I have a potion here, would you like to try it?"

"Let's get this straight. My potion is different from Bartrus's. His batch was too low-grade."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the young man, like a child who had spotted a candy jar, deftly caught the small medicine bottle with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, Ivan curled his long tongue and deftly flicked it open with the tip, and with a pop, he pried open the beeswax seal with a very skillful mouth technique.

Then, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Forem's eye twitched slightly, he cleared his throat, and slowly spoke.

"How do you feel?"

After finishing his drink, Evan smacked his lips twice and licked the remaining sweetness at the base of his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"I feel okay. My head feels a bit cold."

[You have ingested a mind-calming potion. Effects last: 4 hours.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medication's effects, concentration and memory improve by 400%.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

You reversed the side effects of the Mind-Focusing Potion.

[Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

"Six hours. A standard low-level potion side effect level."

Evan silently made his plans.

The unfinished experimental potions from Priss generally had a reversal side effect lasting about four hours.

The bottle in front of us has a time-reversal effect roughly equivalent to the gecko and shark potions we drank before.

It was at this moment that...

He immediately felt as if he had simultaneously reversed some of the sharp effects corresponding to the side effects of phenobarbital.

Attention is like a sharpened steel needle, easily sifting out the thread he wants from all the ambient noise.

All those chaotic and random thoughts that used to linger in my mind were quietly shielded from view by some invisible membrane.

Have you experienced any side effects?

From the subtle changes in his expression, Forem had already discerned that the drug was taking effect, and asked.

Ivan shook his head.

"Not at the moment."

"When I drink potions, the side effects usually appear a few hours later. And the final effect isn't very severe."

The fact that the potion's side effects are not obvious cannot be hidden.

Moreover, the power of the nine dragons is the core cheat code he will rely on every day from now on, which means he will have to use various magic potions frequently.

So Ivan never intended to completely cover it up from the beginning.

He simply made some selective treatments in the narrative, omitting the most important details.

What is revealed are only superficial phenomena that can be explained as "family-specific constitution".

In any case, all the mysteries surrounding him can be blamed on that "cheap ancestor".

Along the way, almost everyone, whether it was Hill, Richard, Prie, or Armitage, had become accustomed to his "special" nature.

Forem slowly rose and walked around from behind the table.

He stretched out his right hand and gently pressed on Evan's shoulder, and instantly ten more fingers grew out of his normal palm!

A hand with fifteen fingers, densely packed together, forms a fleshy stethoscope, seemingly sensing something.

A dozen seconds later, he withdrew his hand, leaned back against the edge of the table, and a genuine look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

"That trace of bestiality in the potion did not actually dissipate."

"It's like it's been temporarily sealed off by something."

He looked up at Evan, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"You have an ancestor who wants to eat you."

"But you have indeed benefited from her grace."

Chapter 92: A Basic Introduction to Potions

Like his predecessors, Forem did not press Ivan further about his absurd drug resistance.

Ultimately, the extraordinary world is full of all sorts of weirdos.

A kid with a slight drug resistance wouldn't even qualify as a basic model in this bunch of oddities.

"Doctor, I feel like I'm frighteningly smart right now."

Evan shook his head, as if to test the newly influx of clarity.

"Let's learn something."

Forem smiled.

"Of course you should learn. This potion was originally prepared for you."

He said this as he sat back down in his chair.

"You still have classes to attend. I also have my own research projects to work on. Given your current schedule, it's impossible for you to truly be my assistant."

"Fortunately, you only want to learn how to make potions. So from now on, you only need to study with me for four hours a week."

"With the aid of the Mind-Concentrating Potion, your progress will be much faster than that of a normal person."

Ivan nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with excitement.

"it is good."

Forem didn't set out any handouts or flip through any books; he simply began to lecture in a dry, unstructured manner.

"First, you need to understand one thing."