Wizard: I can predict the future

Chapter 67 Goodbye Lilia

Nord walked through the academy, watching the apprentices chatting in twos and threes or walking alone.

No wizarding apprentice would readily attempt an unknown potion.

No matter how eloquently the researchers describe it.

Over the past few months, even the wizarding apprentices from the Sea Islands have come to understand one thing.

The wizarding world has always upheld the principle of equivalent exchange.

Each test of the potion seemed to enhance mental strength and even provide a magic stone subsidy.

But the underlying risk could be mental confusion or even collapse.

Someone once found himself unable to meditate for six whole months because of a failed attempt to improve a meditation potion.

In one drug trial, someone's previously stable mental energy model completely collapsed.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in academies.

Only when the three-year mini-exam is approaching do some reserve candidates who have been unable to build a mental strength model for a long time risk taking a gamble for that sliver of opportunity.

Composing himself, Nord didn't return to his dormitory, but instead headed towards Back Corner Alley.

With his current magic stone reserves, he certainly cannot complete the potion verification step and must obtain sponsorship from others.

A thorny crucible, a reception room.

Nord sat down opposite Markov again.

He pushed the glowing echo potion in front of Markov.

"This potion is called the 'Glimmering Echo' potion. It's a newly developed potion that's 160% more effective than the 'Moonlit Echo' potion."

He then made no attempt to conceal the truth, explaining the Pharmacist Association's certification process and his current predicament.

"I need a magic stone to complete the final verification process."

"If the Thorn Cauldron is willing to sponsor 1,000 magic stones, I can give you priority to sign an exclusive agency agreement for three years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the reception room fell silent.

Markov didn't speak, but instead looked at the pale blue potion.

He reached out and picked up the potion, gently waving it towards the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window.

A pale purple liquid flows within the glass, with a subtle luster moving within.

Markov looked up at Nord.

"A new drug?"

"Yes."

Markov's hand paused slightly.

He stared at Nord for a few seconds, as if to confirm whether he was joking.

A third-level wizard apprentice has developed a brand-new potion with 160% of the effect of a regular zero-ring third-level potion.

His eyes were full of surprise and confusion.

"You were preparing to brew and sell the Moon Sleep Echo Potion yesterday."

"You're telling me today that you've created a completely new potion recipe?"

He shook his head.

"Junior Nord, this is no small matter."

"Developing new potion formulas independently is not the same as making potions. Even for advanced apothecaries, it often takes a year or even longer."

"What's more, you are still..."

Markov couldn't reconcile the fact that a third-level wizard apprentice could develop a new potion recipe in a single day.

This instantly reminded him of how Nord, because of the Crook family's prohibition, had risked coming to his Thorn Cauldron to steal magic stones.

Instantly, his previous goodwill towards Nord vanished.

But he didn't show it; the smile on his face remained.

"Junior Nord, it's not that I don't want to help you."

"A thousand magic stones is not a small amount; it's not something I can just take out casually."

"How about this, I'll go back to the family headquarters tomorrow and apply for it for you, what do you think?"

Nord took the medicine that Markov handed him.

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

Judging from Markov's performance just now, he already understood that the other party did not believe that he could develop a new potion formula in such a short time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have just glanced at the potion without using witchcraft or enchanting tools to test it.

Walk out of Back Corner Alley.

Nord gazed at the afterglow of the setting sun, his heart unable to find peace for a long time.

Just when it seemed that the path to earning a large number of magic stones was right in front of them, a chasm blocked their way.

"Is it really true that the only option for selling potion formulas is to the academy?"

In that instant, the thought resurfaced in his mind.

Although the Academy doesn't value Tier 3 potions, they can still earn you at least a thousand points.

As long as he has points, he can exchange them for potion recipes and then earn magic stones.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind before he suppressed it.

It hasn't come to that yet.

Small-batch potion making, where can I sell agency rights to make quick money?

Every step forward requires substantial resources to keep up with those exceptionally talented individuals.

His source point is not yet at a point where it can be wasted at any time.

The number of places that will require source point deduction in the future will increase.

If you can solve it with magic stones, it's best not to waste source points on deduction.

As Nord walked toward his dormitory, he pondered how to obtain start-up capital.

"Heading to the Forest of Trials?"

The moment the thought arose, he dismissed it.

"no."

Warwick is still lurking in the shadows; as long as that man is alive, he will never be truly safe.

There are also rules within the academy that impose even greater constraints on them.

But once you leave the academy, it's a completely different story.

Nord avoided all other loan agreements in Back Corner Alley.

Once you get involved with these people, you'll be lucky to escape with your life.

As Nord walked along the stone-paved road to the old stone street, the images of the two men flashed through his mind.

……

The next day, Nord arrived at a manor in the direction he remembered.

The estate is not large, covering only twenty acres, and is surrounded by low stone walls covered with neatly trimmed vines.

Nord had barely stopped in front of the door when a series of light footsteps came from inside the courtyard.

Then a figure came out from the side door.

This is a figure that is only about 1.5 meters tall, with grayish-brown skin and short, thick but strong limbs.

These are grey-skinned dwarves. These creatures are naturally strong and resilient, with outstanding endurance, and are extremely skilled at simple labor. They are common servants of many wizards.

The gray-skinned dwarf's gaze fell on Nord's identity plaque, and his expression turned slightly serious.

"My lord wizard, what brings you to Yalake Manor?"

"I've come to see the wizard Lilia."

"Yes, Wizard, please wait a moment while I inform Lady Lilia."

The grey-skinned dwarf bowed respectfully and then quickly ran into the manor.

Not long after, he reappeared and gestured for Nord to enter.

"Miss Lilia is waiting for you in the inner courtyard."

Passing through the front yard and the porch, a wide lawn soon comes into view.

Lilia was sitting at a stone table, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

She looked slightly surprised when she saw Nord approaching.

"What, you've already raised five hundred magic stones?"

Nord stopped in front of her, without admitting it.