Wizard Immortal

Chapter 103 The Flower of the Dead

Standing quietly on the training field, after a while, once Eld stopped in front of him, Adir silently walked out of the training field.

Watching Adir's retreating figure, Eld quickly followed him, walking with him into a small room to the side.

Is there anything wrong with your body?

Sitting at the wooden table, Adir asked Eld.

This is to record some experimental data and detect some problems.

Although the improved Di'er breathing method has been thoroughly analyzed by the chip and should theoretically be without problems, it is normal for some deviations to occur in actual operation.

If a problem arises, Adir must promptly adjust the breathing method to some extent, correcting any inappropriate parts.

"It seems the apprenticeship part should be fine."

Sitting in his chair, looking at the data he had recorded, Adir thought to himself, "Judging from Eld's current rate of progress, he should be able to reach the standard for becoming a knight in about six months. At that time, I can test the knight part that the chip has generated."

The original Knight Breathing Technique only included the apprentice portion. After a Knight apprentice breaks through to Knight level, the Knight Breathing Technique's effectiveness essentially ends. Further progress requires relentless training and intense combat to hone their skills.

The Diel Breathing Technique, which Adir deduced, can theoretically also train knights, but its specific effects can only be observed through precise experiments.

"It's a pity. If only we could obtain a few knight corpses, we could use them to experiment and improve the Knight Breathing Technique much faster."

Sitting there, Adir rubbed his head in a somewhat troubled manner.

After a while, he stood up and walked directly into the hall next door.

There, Baglu, dressed in a solemn traditional suit, waited quietly.

Upon hearing Adir's footsteps, he turned around and respectfully greeted Adir, "My lord, you have arrived."

Hearing his words, Adir nodded and then looked at the wooden table in front of him.

On the wooden table in front, there are many kinds of fruit scattered about, only one of each variety, quietly placed on the table.

"Sir, these are the kinds of products we've had our people acquire over this period of time; there are more than two hundred varieties in total."

Looking at the fruit laid out on the wooden table, Bagru explained, "We sent out many groups of people, some of whom went to even more distant places to purchase the fruit. It will take them another two or three days to get back."

"Next time, don't just collect the fruit; bring me back a portion of the stems, leaves, roots, and branches of the fruit trees as well."

Looking at Bagru in front of him, Adir instructed, "I remember that not long ago, our orchard recruited some experts in this field. You can have the purchasing team take these people with them."

Bagru was a little confused by Adir's words, but he nodded in the end.

After a while, Adir gestured for him to leave, leaving himself alone.

He looked at the table full of fruit on the wooden table, reached out and picked up a red dried fruit that looked like an orange, and took a small bite.

A strong bitter taste spread from the corner of his mouth, and the intense flavor made Adir feel an urge to throw the fruit in his hand away.

"Wild red jujube pulp can cause diarrhea and vomiting when eaten. Steaming it and then eating it again can produce some antibacterial effects..." The voice of the chip machine kept ringing in my mind.

Hearing the notification from the chip, Adir calmly put down the red fruit in his hand, then used a knife to cut open the flesh, revealing the black pit inside.

"The kernels of wild red jujube fruit, when steamed and boiled with Naila grass, can produce a mild stimulating effect when consumed."

He popped the black fruit pit into his mouth and chewed it, and the notification sound from the chip in his mind rang again.

Hearing the chip's notification sound, Adir remained unfazed and continued picking up the next material from the wooden table.

An hour later, after Adir had tried all the ingredients in front of him, he stood up.

"The chip will have its material data from the recent test added to the database. We will then attempt to compare it with the formulations of several pharmaceutical agents."

Standing still, he gave the command to the chip in his mind.

This scene is happening every day recently.

To enrich the chip database and provide more basic data for chip analysis and deduction, Adil tries various materials every day to help the chip analyze the approximate properties of these materials.

After several months, they have made some progress. They have not only found some common materials that can replace high-grade medicinal materials, but also successfully deduced a formula for a cold-resistant medicine through extensive analysis.

According to the level of wizard potions, although this cold-resistant potion is only a basic potion, most of the materials required are ordinary materials for mortals. The few materials that require wizard cultivation are also just ordinary medicinal herbs, which can be bought with just some gold coins, making the cost very low.

The effect of this potion is simple: just drink one dose, and it will increase the body's resistance to cold for a long period of time, which is just right for the environment of the Kingdom of Ancient Modo.

Adir tried selling the potion in his own apothecary, and although it was just a diluted version with water, it was still very popular with many nobles in the ancient city of Armor.

"Judging by the timing, the gathering that Mokra mentioned should be in the next few days."

Standing still, Adir suddenly had an idea.

During these three months, Adir maintained contact with the other party, and they often exchanged information through letters.

Some time ago, the other party invited Adir to participate in a local apprentices' gathering, and the time is almost here.

"Hopefully, I'll reap some rewards by then," Adir thought to himself, gazing outwards.

three days later.

At dawn, Adir led a small group of guards, including Eld, out of the manor.

This time, he didn't ride in a carriage, but instead rode a horse at the very front of the procession.

After more than three months, the Kingdom of Gumodo has entered winter.

Winters here are much colder than elsewhere; many places outside are already frozen over, and the cold air is constantly rising.

Nevertheless, Adir was still dressed the same as before, wearing only a black robe, which offered almost no protection against the cold in this environment.

However, his complexion was normal, showing no signs of being cold.

This scene is not uncommon in the ancient armored city recently.

After Adir developed the potion to keep warm, many nobles simply wore summer clothes during winter hunts for convenience. Compared to these people, Adir's behavior was relatively normal.

After traveling a long distance, Adir and his party arrived outside the city.

Before long, they arrived at a manor outside, where several people were already waiting.

Inside the manor, familiar magical fluctuations emanated from within, confirming Adir's location.

He released the magical energy emanating from his body and led the people inside.

"Adir, you're here early."

Sensing the fluctuations of magical power, a person dressed in a heavy black robe, completely covered from head to toe, stepped out from the manor. It was Mokra.

Beside Mokra stood an old man with a white beard, wearing a red robe, who also exuded obvious magical energy.

"Let me introduce you." Looking at Adir, Mokra pointed to the white-bearded man beside him and said, "This is Siral, a second-class apprentice."

After introducing him as Whitebeard, he turned to Adir: "This is Adir, also a second-class apprentice."

After introducing themselves, they walked into the manor together and talked in a warm room.

"The other two have something to do and may arrive a little later."

Upon arriving at the room, Mokra looked at Adir and spoke.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a surge of magical energy appeared outside, seemingly approaching.

"Well, it seems they've arrived." Sylar, with his long white beard, exclaimed from the side.

They didn't have to wait long. Soon, footsteps sounded outside, and then two apprentices walked in.

There was a female apprentice, around thirty years old, wearing a white robe, and a middle-aged apprentice who looked somewhat thin.

After they introduced themselves, Adir quickly learned their names: the female apprentice, around thirty years old, was called Aisha, and the somewhat thin middle-aged apprentice was called Sid.

"Alright, now that everyone is here and the introductions are almost done, let's begin."

Beside him, looking at Adir and the others, the white-bearded Siral spoke up, his loud voice somewhat deafening in the surroundings.

Hearing this, the other apprentices around him nodded in agreement.

"Since I initiated this meeting, I'll go first."

Sitting at the huge wooden table, Mokra put on a metal mask and spoke first.

He pulled a blooming black flower from his pocket. It looked somewhat alluring, as if it possessed a magical charm that drew people's attention to it.

"This is... the Flower of the Dead?"

Upon seeing the black flower, Adir paused, then spoke.

"Huh, you actually recognize it?" Hearing Adir's words, Mokra looked at him with some surprise: "The Necromancer Flower is very difficult to cultivate. It takes me several years to cultivate just one. I didn't expect you to be able to recognize it."

"We just happened to know each other." Adir smiled, then gave Mokra a deep look, with a hint of something inexplicable in his eyes.

The Necromancer's Flower is an extremely rare material. When used directly, it can increase one's mental power, making it a very precious material for wizards.

This material also has another function: it serves as one of the raw materials for necromancy potions. Although it is not a main ingredient, it is still a relatively important auxiliary material.

However, what impressed Adir the most was the way this material was cultivated.

According to records, the cultivation of the Necromancer's Flower requires the blood of humans filled with resentment and pain. To meet this requirement, a living person must be tortured for dozens of days using extremely cruel methods to obtain even a small amount of pure blood of resentment and pain. Furthermore, it takes at least a year for a Necromancer's Flower to grow from seed to bloom.

The flower of death before us may appear eerily beautiful, but behind it lie at least hundreds of tormented spirits wailing.

(End of this chapter)