Steadfast Wizard: From Heart-Swapping Rat to Dimensional Demon God

"Phew~ Finally finished~"

At noon, Isaac, who had been busy all morning, breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands on his hips and looked at the three bottles of bright red potions on the table next to the cauldron, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

The market price of a bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion is 100 gold coins, the cost is 30 gold coins, and the extra Silvermoon Grass can be basically ignored. That is to say, he can make a net profit of 70 gold coins per bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion!

Getting rich is just around the corner!

"Gurgle~"

"Tsk~" Hearing the rumbling in his stomach, Isaac shook his head, picked up a bottle of potion, and went outside to eat first.

"Is lunch ready?" Isaac asked Smith, who had been standing guard outside the door, as he stepped out of the room.

"It's all ready, young master. For lunch today, we've prepared your favorite roast chicken and a beautifully crafted Fallon cake."

"You went to the city? Oh right, to recruit Goblin Slayers." Isaac suddenly realized, then asked, "How did the recruitment go?"

Smith sighed softly: "It went very smoothly. After I paid, William told me to come back and wait, saying that the Goblin Slayer would arrive tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Isaac frowned. William was the governor of Fezre, the town closest to the manor. As one of only two potion-growing towns in Solomon Territory, it was impossible for him to be poor. Let alone a mere five gold coins, he could easily hire a team of goblin killers for fifty gold coins.

Normally, this matter could be resolved without Isaac's involvement, let alone money.

"William... I remember he was close to my second brother, right?" Isaac stopped and turned back to look at Smith with a puzzled expression.

Smith sighed and said helplessly, "Yes, William was once the second young master's knight."

Isaac shook his head. That made sense. Although he still didn't know what his second brother wanted to do, it was nothing more than power struggles. As the second son, he had a chance to fight for the right of succession.

However, Isaac saw it as just an opportunity, because their older brother was outstanding, exceptionally outstanding!

At only thirty-three years old, he was already a peak Grand Knight, just one step away from becoming a High Knight!

You should know that in the entire Solomon territory, there is only one high knight, Viscount Solomon!

Moreover, he is not only militarily powerful, but also very capable in governing his territory. How can you compete with someone like that? What can you possibly use to compete?

However, his second brother was clearly not ready to give up and was preparing to fight again, which then affected him as well...

Of course, it's also possible that it was intentionally spread.

Who knows?

"Forget it, they're just goblins anyway. With Goblin Slayer helping us search, they shouldn't pose much of a threat. What Second Brother wants to do is none of my business. Uncle Smith, go and call Brother Barton over. I have something for him."

"Yes." Smith nodded slightly, turned and left, leaving Isaac to walk towards the restaurant alone.

"Ugh, what a mess this is all about!" Isaac sighed again, shaking his head. He hadn't expected that even after hiding here, he still couldn't escape these chaotic things...

Fortunately, it didn't have a big impact, because this is a world of extraordinary abilities, where personal strength is the fundamental factor that determines everything. This is why he has high hopes for his elder brother, and the same applies to himself.

He has embarked on the path of a wizard, and his future is bright. He is no longer the sickly, weak young master Solomon he once was!

Isaac tossed the potion in his hand lightly and walked briskly toward the restaurant.

When Isaac arrived at the restaurant, Smith and Barton were already waiting for him. Isaac wasn't surprised at all; one was a full-fledged knight and the other a prospective knight, neither of them were ordinary people, so it was perfectly normal for them to arrive faster than him.

After Isaac sat down, he casually pushed out the Bloodline Essence Potion in his hand, stopping it in front of Barton, and said calmly, "Brother Barton, you've been stuck at the Quasi-Knight stage for many years, haven't you? This is a Bloodline Essence Potion. Drink it first and see if it's enough to break through. If not, I'll give you more. Now is the time when you need power."

After saying that, Isaac began to eat the roast chicken in large bites as if nothing had happened. This kind of thing was not easy to eat normally. A roast chicken cost more than ten silver coins. With his wealth, he really couldn't afford to eat much of it.

However, the other two were not as calm as him. Smith and Barton stared wide-eyed at the bright red potion on the table without moving. Barton, in particular, was already in his late thirties or early forties, and his physical functions had declined significantly. He had long since lost the possibility of advancing further, otherwise he would not have come with Isaac.

But what if there were a bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion...?

That might just be something we can give it a shot!

Thinking of this, Patton felt a surge of excitement!

Smith was even more shocked than his son Barton, because as Isaac's head butler, he knew very well that the young master hadn't bought any potions before coming here, only the ingredients for three Bloodline Essence potions. So this could only have been made on the spot, but how could that be?!

A wizard who only became a wizard yesterday!

"Young Master, this is... something you made?" Smith asked cautiously.

"Well, so drink up. You and Brother Barton are the only ones who are close to me in this manor, so naturally the best stuff will be given to you first." After saying that, Isaac continued to wolf down the roast chicken.

After finishing his meal, he needed to go to the cabin in the woods to see what was going on there. He had originally planned to learn the three basic arcane spells before going, but unfortunately, plans don't always go as expected, and a goblin suddenly appeared out of nowhere...

Although the manor's defenses are sufficient, what if something happens?

Although he has now become a formal wizard and awakened his innate wizardry, his combat strength is actually quite average. Hopefully, the cabin in the woods can bring him some good news.

"Young Master Isaac, this is too precious, I can't accept it!" On the other side, Barton, with a conflicted expression, pushed away the Bloodline Essence Potion and politely declined Isaac's offer.

Although he really wanted it, he also knew that given Isaac's current situation, it would be better to give it to someone younger and more talented than to give it to this hopeless old man. That would be the most cost-effective option.

"Alright, we've known each other for so many years, why are you being so polite with me? Here, it's just a potion." Isaac looked at Barton helplessly.

How could he not know that giving Patton the product was not cost-effective?

The problem is that he can only give it to Barton. He only brought twelve people from home, and the only ones he can trust are the Smiths. Smith is older and already a knight, so the potion's effects are very mediocre. He doesn't trust anyone else at all.

Loyalty is something that cannot be cultivated in a day or two.

Therefore, compared to them, the loyal Smith father and son are more worthy of cultivation. It's just a few bottles of magic potions, which are not worth mentioning to him.

"This... thank you, Young Master Isaac!" Barton looked at Isaac with emotion, then knelt down on one knee, his right hand pressed to his chest, too moved to speak.

This is a knight's ceremonial pledge of allegiance.

Isaac shook his head, swallowed the last bite of cake, then got up and left the restaurant without looking back.

"Smith, I have to go out for a bit. You can look after Brother Barton. You don't need to come along."