Wizard: I can predict the future

Around noon, after leaving the potions workshop, Nord headed towards Back Alley.

Today there was only one dose of Moonsleep Echo Potion, and he finished refining it in no time.

Therefore, he didn't want to waste time and planned to buy some materials first to refine some magic potions in exchange for magic stones.

Soon, Nord stepped into the Thorn Cauldron with twenty-two magic stones in his hand.

The moment he saw Nord enter, Markov jumped up from his chair.

Some time ago, Nord defeated Sauron, who had a fifth-level talent, in class by refining a magic potion, which became known to everyone in Ash Academy.

After all, one was an unknown second-rate wizard with no real talent, while the other was the pride of the Krok family, on whom they placed their high hopes.

Upon hearing this, Markov immediately drafted a new funding agreement and went to find Nord.

Unfortunately, Nord rejected him.

Later, it was rumored that Nord had entered the Seventh Potions Workshop.

Others might not know what this meant, but Markov knew exactly what it meant.

Therefore, the matter was left unresolved.

Fortunately, he did not offend Nord because of the qualification agreement.

"Oh, isn't this Nord, my junior?"

"What brings you here today?"

Nord looked at Markov with a fawning smile, feeling somewhat helpless but not too concerned.

Although the other party had contacted him several times, they knew when to back down.

After he clearly refused, she didn't press the matter further.

"I would like to purchase some moonflower, moonflower, slumbering flower, light-sleeping mushroom, and a small amount of silver moon deer antler powder."

Markov's eyes lit up.

These materials are all ingredients for the Moon Sleep Echo Potion. He might not care if someone else bought them.

But after considering the time of day and the reminders from his family, he instantly understood.

"Junior, are you planning to concoct a Moon Sleep Echo Potion?"

He wasn't surprised at all that Markov could guess the potion he was going to make based on the materials he bought.

The Thorn family made their fortune from magical plants and potions, so they must know this kind of low-level potion recipe very well.

Therefore, he did not hide anything from beginning to end.

After all, he might still need to sell potions through the Thorn Cauldron in the future.

"Hmm, I wonder how much it costs?"

Nord naturally wanted as many as possible, but unfortunately he was short of money.

Markov glanced at Nord.

"Considering our relationship, I'll give you a friendly price: five magic stones per serving, junior, what do you think?"

Nord nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay, then give me four servings."

This price is indeed quite cheap. If an ordinary apprentice were to purchase, they would need to buy at least dozens of items, often requiring a single purchase of dozens or even hundreds of items to get a similar discount.

Upon hearing this, Markov immediately signaled to a shop assistant who was not far away to fetch the materials.

Not long after, the shop assistant returned carrying several sealed boxes of materials.

"These are the materials for the Lunar Echo Potion you requested."

Markov pushed the materials box in front of Nord.

After Nord checked and confirmed that everything was correct, he took out twenty magic stones and handed them over.

Markov accepted the magic stone, his smile remaining warm.

Seeing that Nord was about to leave, he seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly spoke up.

"Junior Nord, wait a minute."

Nord stopped and turned to look at him.

"Have you considered selling the Moonsleep Echoes potion you concocted in our Thorn Cauldron?"

Nord looked at Markov, his eyes flickering slightly.

He is indeed looking for a stable sales channel.

After all, he has no use for such low-level potions now, and he doesn't want to rack his brains to find ways to sell them every time he makes them.

If Thorn Crucible is willing to make a long-term purchase, it would save him a lot of trouble.

"Senior Markov, I do have this plan."

"However, I need to satisfy my meditation needs first, and I will only consider selling any excess."

Upon hearing this, Markov's eyes lit up with joy.

"Junior Nord, as long as your potion is up to standard, our Thorn Cauldron is willing to pay two magic stones per potion..."

Markov paused mid-sentence.

Then, as if he had changed his mind at the last minute, his smile widened.

"No, I'll buy it for 2.5 magic stones per share."

In fact, the Thorn family has its own magic plant garden, its own apothecary, and even a semi-automated processing procedure.

There's absolutely no need to acquire these low-level potions, and even if we did, we wouldn't offer such a high price.

He offered such a high price entirely because he saw potential in Nord's future.

Nord's current performance is enough to make the Thorn family pay a small price to establish a good relationship with him in advance.

Upon hearing this, Nord's heart stirred.

He naturally understood that Markov was offering this price not because the Moon Echo Potion was rare, but more because he valued Markov's future potential.

Just like Duke Raymond did back then.

He never refuses something that benefits him.

"In that case, thank you very much, Senior Markov."

Markov's smile widened.

"If Junior Nord is willing to refine other potions in the future, the Thorn Cauldron can also be purchased."

"You'll definitely be satisfied with the price."

……

The Crook family residence.

Soren was in his study, flipping through books and taking notes.

On the bookshelf next to the desk, various books on potions and witchcraft were neatly arranged.

At that moment, a third-level wizard apprentice dressed in a gray robe stood to the side with his head down.

Say it again.

Soren sat in a chair, speaking softly.

But the apprentice clearly felt a chill.

"It seems that Nord Blank has passed Professor Dylan's test and has successfully concocted the Moonsleep Echoes potion."

Soren, who had been playing with the metal pen on his finger, suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, there was a click.

He actually managed to snap the metal pen in half with his bare hands.

"Norde Blank!"

Soren gritted his teeth and whispered.

Ever since he lost the purification test to the other party in the last course, he has inexplicably developed a sense of disgust for this name.

Originally, it was to get in touch with Vice Dean Dylan.

His original talent leaned more towards the elemental side, but due to his family's choice, he ultimately entered the field of potions.

But he had no complaints and continued to study diligently.

Originally, he thought that by purifying the moonflower grass, he could eventually catch the eye of Vice Dean Dylan.

However, a Nord suddenly appeared, completely overshadowing his brilliance.

Not only did it demonstrate impressive potion-purification abilities, it has now even passed Professor Dylan's test.

Each of these steps was originally part of a route planned for him by his lineage.

Now, thanks to the emergence of Nord Blank.

Other factions within the family began to question and even undermine his status as heir.

It took considerable effort from his faction to quell the aftermath of this matter.

How could Sauron not be furious?

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He looked at the gray-robed apprentice and asked in a cold voice:

"Is he planning to sell the Moonlit Echo Potion?"

The grey-robed apprentice hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:

"It is said that he went to the Thorn Crucible today and purchased a batch of materials for the Moonsleep Echo potion."

"Markov of the Thorn family also privately agreed to an acquisition agreement with him."

Upon hearing this, Soren's expression turned even more grim.

The Thorn Family, a family comparable to his own.

If it were an ordinary potion shop, he could use his power to force them to stop buying Nord's potions.

Just a moment later, he suddenly smiled.

"Since he wants to sell, then let's make sure he can't sell it."

Soren leaned back in his chair, his tone gradually returning to calm.

"The Moonlit Echo Potion was originally developed and registered by one of Krok's ancestors."

"According to the college's rules, any medicine that has been registered for formula protection may not be sold without permission."

The grey-robed apprentice whispered a reminder:

"However, the formula for this Moon Sleep Echo potion was derived by Nord."

"Hasn't the academy always encouraged apprentices to derive and improve formulas on their own?"

Soren gave him a cold look, and the grey-robed apprentice immediately shut up.

"Deducing it only means that he has the right to use it."

"He can refine it himself, and he can also consume it himself."

"But he cannot sell the Moon Sleep Echo Potion without a sales permit."

As he said this, he raised his eyes, his tone revealing an undisguised arrogance.

"At least on this matter, if I, Soren, say he's no good, then he's no good."

In fact, if someone could deduce the formula for the medicine, very few people would deliberately restrict its sale.

The reason is simple: there are people who can deduce the complete drug formula.

It's either a wizard who deduces a basic formula, or a highly talented apothecary.

Neither of them is worth offending for the sake of a mere small profit from low-level potions.

Moreover, the number of potions that individuals can concoct on their own is always small, how can they compare to those of families with complete supply chains?

Therefore, even if someone secretly concocted the Moon Sleep Echo Potion in the past, the Krok family mostly turned a blind eye.

Soren then took a piece of white paper from the desk and quickly wrote something on it.

In no time, he handed the paper he had written to the gray-robed apprentice.

"Take my orders and go to the Crowe Merchant Guild to find Uncle Dominic. Do not allow Nord Blank to purchase the sales authorization for the Moonsleep Echo Potion."

Sauron sneered inwardly as he watched the grey-robed apprentice's departing figure.

"But he got lucky. What can a country bumpkin from a remote village do against me?"

"If we cut off his income from magic stones, he won't have the money to research new results, and he will eventually fade out of Professor Dylan's sight."

"Just like the lucky ones in previous years."