Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Without hesitation, Byron went straight to the testing table and began purifying the potion following Isolde's previous steps.

Of course, at this time he did not use the help of the all-knowing eye, but operated solely based on his own understanding and memory.

After all, showing off depends on the occasion and timing.

If he succeeds in concocting a potion on his first try, he will likely not receive praise and favor from Isolde, but rather a VIP seat at the testing table.

After weighing the twilight grass powder, Byron carefully added it to a pure water solvent and stirred it at a constant speed with a glass rod.

At that moment, Isolde stood aside watching Byron's actions without saying a word.

Once the twilight grass powder had fully dissolved, Byron gradually added the green glowing crystal sand into it, while simultaneously channeling his mental energy into the reaction.

As time passed, the liquid in the beaker began to slowly separate into layers, and the essence of the twilight grass gradually extracted.

Upon seeing this, Byron felt no joy, but rather became even more cautious.

However, what is destined to happen cannot be avoided no matter how careful one is.

Just as the essence was about to be completely extracted, something went wrong.

The solution in the beaker suddenly boiled, and the solution that was about to separate into layers mixed together again, turning a crimson red color, and a foul stench wafted out.

Upon seeing this, Byron stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly as he looked at the solution in the glass.

What step did we go wrong just now?

"Alright, stop now. It's a complete failure."

Just then, Isolde's cool voice rang out, interrupting Byron's thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Byron looked up at Isolde and apologized, "I'm sorry, Master, I..."

Isolde: "It's alright. You've already done a great job since you've only just started. It seems you do have the aptitude to learn potions."

Byron's eyes showed surprise. He hadn't expected Isolde to be so calm; he had thought he would be scolded.

"The reason you failed this time is because your mental strength fluctuated at the last moment."

After pointing out Byron's mistake, Isolde changed the subject.

"You can come here to practice when I'm not using the lab, but you must clean the lab thoroughly and pay a usage fee of one magic stone."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I still suggest that you set up your own experimental equipment, try different things, and accumulate experience. That's how you make progress."

After saying this, Isolde waved to Byron, indicating that he could leave.

Upon seeing this, Byron respectfully took his leave and turned to depart.

.........

Upon exiting the laboratory, Byron found that Corren was nowhere to be seen, but he didn't pay any attention and walked straight outside.

On his way out, Byron kept pondering the meaning of his mentor's words.

Is this because he values ​​his potion-making talent and wants to invest in it in advance, or is it just a spur-of-the-moment comment?

Regardless, he took Isolde's advice to heart and planned to buy his own set of experimental equipment to try it out in his dormitory.

As for borrowing his mentor's lab, he wouldn't go too often. After all, he had so many secrets and was always hanging around in front of Isolde; he wasn't crazy yet.

He would only go to the lab occasionally to avoid being seen; the real practice had to be done in his dormitory.

Instead of returning to his dormitory, Byron went to the market again, bought some basic experimental equipment, and then went back.

For a period of time afterward, Byron's life remained unchanged.

They were still running back and forth between the same few fixed places.

During this time, he also met with Eliza and Grey. When they learned that Byron had also become a first-class wizard apprentice, he received their praise and envy.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The moment the bell rang, the instructor walked out of the classroom almost right on time.

Judging from their expressions, they didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Byron sat in his seat, and even after attending classes for so long, he couldn't help but mutter to himself when he saw this scene.

This was far from what he had expected.

He originally planned to use his omniscient eye to demonstrate his superb learning ability and gain the teacher's favor, hoping to get some knowledge for free.

But unfortunately, he wasn't given any chance at all.

No matter how well you study, you can forget about ever speaking a single word to your teachers unless you pay with magic stones.

So Byron had completely given up on this path.

Seeing his teacher leave, Byron also packed his things to leave; he had more important things to do today.

Through his tireless efforts over this period, he has been able to access the library's free knowledge and basic courses for free.

He not only digitized mental power and magic power, but even the potion recipe was completely analyzed.

Thinking of this, Byron couldn't wait to go back and try to concoct the "Deep Meditation Potion".

He had been patiently enduring for over a month, and now it was finally time to reap the rewards.

"Byron, you just got out of class too?"

Byron had just stepped out of the classroom when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Byron turned his head and saw that Gray and Eliza were standing behind him.

Seeing Gray's current state, Byron felt a pang of sadness.

At this moment, Gray's physique had not changed much; he was still as muscular as ever, but the fatigue and haggardness on his face were almost palpable.

Looking at his dark circles under his eyes, it's hard not to wonder if he might suddenly die here at any moment.

Byron: "Grey, you look like a lemur from Caranthia right now. You really need to get some rest."

The lemur is an animal from the Kingdom of Carancia. It looks like a monkey, with white fur all over its body except for the fur around its eyes, which is black, making it look like it is wearing sunglasses.

Gray shook his head with a wry smile: "I'd love to get some rest, but there's not enough time."

"I spend almost all my free time working in the lab, let alone resting. I barely have time to even meditate. It's really..."

Eliza frowned and interrupted Grey: "Grey, Byron is right. If you continue like this, forget about becoming a wizard apprentice, it's questionable whether you can even survive."

Hearing this, Gray shook his head and sighed, "Well, what can we do? We'll just have to get through this and become a wizard apprentice."

At this point, Gray mustered his spirits and said, "Alright, Byron, you seemed to have something to do earlier. Don't linger here; I need to go to my advisor's lab too."

"And Eliza, didn't you just say you were going to see your mentor too? Go on then."

Eliza wanted to say something more, but after seeing the look Byron gave her, she seemed to realize something and stopped talking.

Byron smiled and said, "Alright then, Gray, take care. We'll meet again in a few days."

Gray smiled and waved his hand without saying a word.

Watching Byron and his companion leave, Gray sighed softly, then hunched over and turned to go as well.

At this moment, Gray looked more than ten years older, completely unlike a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

.......

On the other side, Byron returned to his dormitory, put down his things, and went straight into the basement.

The basement had no windows, but it wasn't dark at all; in fact, it was even brighter than outside thanks to the operating lights.

Byron walked to the wooden workbench, looked at the various materials and experimental equipment on it, and did not rush to start refining.

Instead, he closed his eyes and began to recall the content transmitted by the All-Knowing Eye in class.