What kind of wizard are you if you don't have any entries?

Wizard's Camp, top floor of the Golden Tower.

"I was quite worried about you, as you've been away in the depths of the underground for so long without returning."

"Whether you gained anything or not, the important thing is that you're back safe and sound!"

Old Oren looked Verin up and down carefully, then let out a soft sigh, the worry between his brows fading considerably.

Although he hadn't spent much time with Vilin, they got along well and became quite close.

During the teaching of flying magic brooms, Verin displayed amazing talent and comprehension, which made him cherish his talent even more.

Having lived for over a hundred years, he had witnessed the fall of many highly talented wizards, and he was quite worried about Verin's exploration journey deep underground.

"Senior Oren, are there any powerful potion-making wizards underground?"

Before old Oren could inquire about the harvest, Verin had already asked first.

"Huh!"

Old Oren couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What kind of potion do you want to brew?"

"The heart and engine!"

"hiss--"

Old Oren immediately became restless, looking at Verin with a look of surprise and doubt.

"Could it be... that you killed that high-ranking leader, [Amos]?"

"That's a high-ranking leader with the bloodline of a fire demon, incredibly powerful and with immense vitality. Countless wizards have perished at his hands, and you..."

Verin shook his head.

"Senior, you overestimate me. I am just a mid-level wizard who has just advanced to level four. How could I possibly be a match for a high-ranking leader?"

"That's true!"

Old Oren nodded.

"However, I teamed up with an elite squad of wizards from a war legion to hunt down the high-ranking boss [Amos] and obtained its heart."

Verin quickly added.

"No... after all that going around in circles, you still killed that high-ranking leader!"

Old Oren's eyes widened in astonishment.

"If that's what you say, then that's how it is!"

Weilin shrugged and smiled helplessly.

"Tsk tsk... You really have guts and strength. You're only level four, yet you dare to attack a high-level leader."

"You deserve to have gotten the 'Heart Engine' tag!"

Old Oren clicked his tongue in amazement.

Let alone his current old age and frailty, even if he were young and strong, at the peak of a sixth-level wizard apprentice, he would not dare to easily attack that high-level leader creature.

"There are many powerful potion-making wizards in this underground wizarding camp. One potion-making witch I know not only frequently receives orders from elite squads of the wizarding legion, but she can also concoct many powerful potions very well, although she doesn't charge cheap prices."

"The cost is not a problem."

Verin nodded.

"As long as I can refine the [Heart Engine] spell potion that I need, that's fine."

Previously, at the Darkthorn Witch's Hut, I processed those regular resources and earned a little over 1000 magic stones.

Including the ones he still had, he now had about 1200 magic stones.

Not to mention he still had some materials in his possession that he hadn't processed.

"In that case, come with me!"

…………

A dark, underground banyan forest.

A faint orange lantern could be seen swiftly passing through the woods.

Upon closer inspection, they were witches riding magic brooms, with magic lanterns hanging in front of them. The magic lanterns could focus the beam of light to provide illumination.

For wizards, only a little light is needed to see everything in the darkness.

Following behind old Oren during the flight, Verin also curiously looked around at the surroundings.

There are many "witch treehouses" nestled among the banyan trees, perched atop their densely intertwined trunks.

There are many witches living here.

A long, long time ago!

In the "Witch Age," when witches are more likely to awaken magical abilities, they are feared by nobles and city-state residents, and are regarded as the embodiment of misfortune and evil, and the spokesperson for demons.

Adventurers often go to hunt them down.

Deep in the inaccessible forests, witches who can fly using magical brooms choose to build witch huts on towering tree trunks as their dwelling place.

This gradually became a tradition for witches to build "witch treehouses" in the trees.

With the development of the times.

Wizards even invented powerful magical creations like the Magic Tree House.

The treehouse looks small on the outside, but it has a surprisingly large interior space.

Before long, Vinnie, who was following old Oren, stopped at the edge of a foggy forest.

Verin glanced around briefly.

There were at least a hundred owls of various colors perched on the trunks of the surrounding banyan trees.

Basically, these owls are magical messengers.

In other words, there are at least a hundred witches here.

"Old Oren, I heard you got scratched by that rat the other day?"

Before old Oren could make any move, a rather hoarse, aged witch's voice came from the depths of the mist.

Clearly, the witch in the mist had already sensed their arrival.

"I thought your old bones wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, but I never expected you to pull through!"

Upon hearing this, old Oren immediately shouted into the mist.

"Old witch, if anyone's going to leave, it should be you going before me!"

"snort!"

A muffled groan of dissatisfaction came from deep within the dense forest!

"Speak! What brings you here?"

"My young wizard friend wants your help to concoct a spell potion."

"My nose isn't as sensitive as it used to be, and I haven't brewed potions in a long time. Are you getting senile?"

"I know, your witch apprentice 'Negalo' has returned, hasn't she? I think..."

"Negaro is already at the level of a high-level witch apprentice, so she won't just concoct ordinary potions for people."

"A potion with a special attribute; this time, my wizard friend wants to brew a potion with a special attribute."

"And what he brought was the heart of a high-ranking leader!"

Old Oren added.

"The heart of a high-ranking leader?"

The aged voice in the gray fog clearly did not believe it.

"Yes, the heart of the Blood Defiler leader, [Amos]."

The sounds from within the gray fog subsided, only to slowly resume after a long while.

"This morning I heard that an elite wizard squad returned victorious; they were the ones who hunted [Amos], which caused quite a stir."

"I heard they're selling the heart of [Amos], and buyers are flocking to it."

"That's the leader's heart! It's at least a decent Dark Iron quality potion, maybe even a Bronze quality one. It's good that we were able to buy it. Alright, follow my owl in!"

Following the gray owl, Verin landed on a platform outside a witch's treehouse.

The treehouse looks to be only about seven or eight square meters in size.

But after pushing open the door, a spacious living room of at least forty or fifty square meters came into view. This was only what Winnie could see; there was probably an even larger space behind the several magical wooden doors that he couldn't see.

A pumpkin-shaped magic chandelier hangs in the center of the treehouse living room, its warm yellow light creating a soft ambiance.

The bookshelf by the window was piled high with all sorts of magic books, and on the desk next to it were open magic books and a quill pen for taking notes.

In the warm white living room and bedroom sofa.

A young witch dressed in a pale purple transformation magic dress is enjoying afternoon tea with cookies, cakes, and other snacks.

She has long, curly, jet-black hair, a healthy wheat-colored complexion, delicate facial features, and elegant demeanor.

Verin noticed something unusual about the other person's curly long hair, so he took a few more glances at it.

As a result, a strand of hair coalesced into a jet-black snake's head.

"Hiss..."

It flicked its tongue at him.

The young witch casually smoothed the ends of her hair, and the snake hair returned to normal.

"A powerful [medusa-related term]."

Verin pondered silently.

"It's better to have hair that turns into venomous snakes than hands that turn into tentacles!"

Although the old witch "Melodia" was quite sarcastic during the conversation just now.

But when the two came in, she still warmly invited them to sit down.

Melodia, dressed in an oak-white witch's robe, wore a warm smile on her wrinkled face.

"Whether you prefer tea or coffee, I also have some sake here, so it won't interfere with your magic broom ride."

"Thank you, Grandma Melodia. Coffee will do!"

"Vilin said politely."

On the way here, old Oren had already introduced some of the situation here.

"Wow, this child is so well-behaved!"

"Did they come from the tower?"

Melodia asked as she brewed coffee for Verin.

"Yes, Valin, an alchemy apprentice from Merlin's Tower."

When traveling, Weilin always carries his identity with him.

The witch who was quietly enjoying her afternoon tea nearby had her long, delicate eyelashes flutter twice when she heard that Verin was an alchemy apprentice at the Tower.

"I never expected that you, Old Oren, would know the alchemy prodigy from the Tower!"

"Hehe...a friend I made by chance."

Old Oren, however, remained silent about the fact that Verin was introduced by the sorceress Lady Mora.