Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Byron squatted down without any disgust and reached out his hand to her.

After rummaging through the corpse, Byron withdrew his hand.

At this moment, he had a spatial bag in his hand.

It's unclear whether this person hid the item well or the person who killed her didn't have time, which is why the spatial bag has been left until now.

Byron tossed the spatial bag in his hand with a hint of emotion on his face: "I didn't expect you to be so rich, able to afford a spatial bag. I wonder what's inside."

At this point, Byron paused slightly: "But whatever is inside, all our grudges are now wiped clean."

After saying that, Byron pulled the fallen leaves back over the body.

After washing himself briefly in a puddle, Byron didn't rush on his way. Instead, he found a secluded spot and crawled inside.

There's nothing more important than opening blind boxes when you're rushing around.

Byron extended a wisp of his spiritual energy slowly toward the spatial bag in his hand.

At the same time, he was prepared to sever his connection with this wisp of spiritual power at any time should the space bag contain some hidden methods.

Contact, open, pour out.

The whole process was very smooth, without any unexpected incidents, it seems Byron was worrying unnecessarily.

However, if faced with such a situation again, Byron would still do the same thing, and if conditions allowed, he would even be more vigilant and cautious.

After all, when it comes to matters of personal safety, you can never be too vigilant or cautious.

Looking at the things on the ground, Byron smiled; it was time to count the spoils.

Unexpected joy is what makes people happy!

After cleaning out and removing some useless clothes and clutter, there was very little left.

The remaining items include a small pile of magic stones, about a hundred pieces, several bottles of magic potions to aid meditation, and several magic potion recipes containing various ingredients.

Looking at what was in front of him, Byron sighed helplessly, "So poor."

The most valuable items among these are the magic stones, followed by the magic potions, while the least valuable are the magic potion recipes.

Logically speaking, potion recipes should be the most valuable thing, so why are they the least valuable here?

Potion recipes are very valuable because each one is created by a potion master after a long period of repeated experimentation and research into the proportions of ingredients.

Such a potion recipe usually contains a great deal of knowledge from the potion master.

Furthermore, during the knowledge protection period, only potion makers who possess the recipe can brew a potion. This is equivalent to a machine that continuously produces magic stones, and no potion maker is willing to sell it.

These factors combined have led to the persistently high price of potion recipes.

However, the potion recipes mentioned here do not include those developed by ancient wizards.

The potion recipes developed by those ancient wizards not only contain some ingredients that have become extinct, but also lack clear refining steps and ingredient ratios.

With the ingredients gone, it's questionable whether such a potion recipe can even be made at all.

Moreover, because the refining process is full of uncertainties, no wizard dares to try it.

This has led to a situation where ancient potion recipes are cheap and even unwanted.

Byron glanced at the potion recipes and recognized that each one had a specific effect.

That is to aid meditation and accelerate the improvement of mental strength.

Presumably, this woman bought these recipes because her mental strength was improving slowly, hoping to research them herself and concoct potions for her own use.

Byron scoffed at the woman's idea, saying she was oversimplifying the art of potion-making.

If potions could be made simply with a few potion recipes, then potion masters would still hold such a high status among wizards, and potion prices would remain consistently high.

Although he had heard his mentor mention that in the Three Rings Holy Tower, there were indeed potion makers who had built factories by proceduralizing, streamlining, and automating the refining process, thus enabling the mass production of potions.

When Byron heard the news, he almost lost his composure, filled with grief and indignation.

What sins did he commit to deserve being killed by an AI in his previous life, and now he's being chased and killed like this after transmigrating?!

However, Byron felt somewhat better after hearing his mentor's explanation.

Because those factories can only produce the lowest grade of potions.

Slightly more advanced potions, which require the addition of various reactions and the harmonization and connection through mental power, still need to be personally crafted by the potion master.

That's why Byron scorned this woman's delusions at this moment.

However, these potion recipes aren't entirely useless.

Otherwise, Byron would have swept them into the garbage dump along with all that other trash long ago.

If we could use the omniscient eye's deductive function to find and replace the missing ingredients in the recipe, and standardize them, that would be another way to make a fortune.

Because if you take too much of the same potion, your body will develop resistance.

Therefore, even if there is already a potion with a certain function on the market, a potion with the same function is still competitive.

Moreover, one of these potion recipes did indeed pique Byron's interest.

That was also a potion recipe to enhance mental power.

However, this formula is quite different from other formulas in that it helps third-class wizard apprentices improve their mental power to perfection, thus meeting the requirements for advancing to the ultimate wizard apprentice level.

This made it impossible for Byron not to take it seriously.

If this recipe weren't an ancient potion recipe, this woman wouldn't even have the luxury of catching a glimpse of it, let alone possess it.

After carefully putting these things away, Byron made up his mind.

After returning to the academy and finishing up some miscellaneous matters, he continued his seclusion, trying to see if he could convert the ancient potion formula.

If this action succeeds, it will not only greatly help improve his strength, but also be a boost to his future path as a wizard!

After making sure nothing was missed, Byron once again set off for the academy.

Time flies, and another half month has passed.

When Byron, his face weathered and eyes filled with weariness, stood before the enormous meteorite crater, looking at the town in the very center of the crater and the Dark Erosion Wizard Academy floating in the sky.

He suddenly felt a warm sensation in his eyes, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.

Does anyone know how he's been coping with all this time?!

He finally understood why the academy sent a formal wizard to pick up new students on the way into the forest.

Without the protection of a formal wizard, relying solely on two wizard apprentices, at least half of the new students would die.

That forest was so damn hard to traverse. Even as a second-class wizard apprentice, he was in such a sorry state traversing it alone, let alone with this group of new students!