Wizard Immortal

Chapter 87 Selling

"These healing potions, although worth a large amount of magic stones, cannot be taken out immediately."

Looking at the potion before him, Adir stood there, muttering to himself, "Although I've shown exceptional talent in potion-making and am considered a potion prodigy by others, attending classes and crafting potions are two completely different things."

"Under normal circumstances, even if I am very talented, I would need to try several times and go through a period of failures before I could produce a finished product."

"However, even if these medicines are not sold, keeping them for personal use is a good option."

In an instant, a variety of thoughts flashed through Adir's mind.

He walked to the front, processed the prepared potion, carefully placed it into a special crystal bottle and sealed it, then disposed of the surrounding debris and cleaned the entire laboratory.

After the laboratory was restored to its original state, Adir glanced around and then left.

In the days that followed, in order to create the illusion of a failed attempt at refining the potion, Adir kept buying the materials needed for the healing potion from the underground market, making it appear as if he was constantly refining it.

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half a month later.

At noon, Adir walked to the laboratory in the teaching area.

This is a high-level laboratory specially built for teaching, specifically for teaching advanced subjects that require hands-on experimentation. Access is only available to students taking paid courses.

Upon entering, Simora, dressed in a black robe, appeared calm despite her furrowed brows, and was looking at the experimental table in front of her.

"Adir, you've come."

Hearing Adir's footsteps approaching, Simora remained expressionless and spoke quietly.

He turned slightly, facing Adir: "How are the recent experiments going?"

Standing there, looking at Adir, he asked this question.

This is just routine.

After moving on to the later courses, it will be necessary to practice refining the ingredients personally in order to teach better. Therefore, in the past month, he has asked this question every time he teaches a class.

"Teacher Simora, I've successfully created the finished product!!"

Standing in front of Simora, looking at her, Adir took a deep breath, then showed a slightly "excited" expression on his face and said loudly to Simora in front of him.

"It's alright, you're still young..."

Hearing Adir's words, Simora, standing in front of him, paused, stopping the words of comfort she was about to utter.

"You've already produced the finished product?"

He looked at Adir and couldn't help but ask to confirm.

In front of him, Adir nodded excitedly, "Yes."

When the other party asked, he took out a small tube of medicine from his waist, which contained a healing potion that he had specially prepared.

Compared to those he had made before, this potion could only be described as barely successful; it was inferior in every aspect.

Taking the medicine from her, Simora casually glanced at it a few times on the experimental table beside her.

Upon seeing the quality of the potion, he frowned: "There were many errors in the application of the materials and the reaction of the magical particles. Although it was eventually successful, it can only be described as barely acceptable."

"However, it is still a successful medicine."

At this point, a rare smile appeared on his face: "The hardest part for a pharmacist is making potions the first time. Once you succeed the first time, you just need to get a feel for it and you can keep succeeding."

"Congratulations, Adir."

He put down the potion in his hand, smiled, and congratulated Adir.

"Thank you, Ms. Simora."

Adir's face was filled with excitement as he looked at Simora in front of him and responded loudly.

"Very good." Looking at Adir's appearance, Simora nodded: "Now that you have successfully refined the potion, our classes need to be adjusted."

"Also, you can take this healing potion and dispose of it. Although it doesn't look very appealing, it's still a source of income for you."

Looking at the students in front of him, Simora couldn't help but smile and offer a reminder.

A few hours later, the class ended.

Adir, dressed in a black robe, quickly walked out of the laboratory with a calm expression on his face.

"Now that Instructor Simora knows, it shouldn't be a problem to sell some potions from now on."

As he walked along the road, Adir thought quietly to himself.

After walking a considerable distance, he arrived at the familiar underground market.

Apprentices passed by from time to time, most of them looking hurried, with only a few wandering around.

After looking around, Adir walked directly towards his stall.

Upon arriving at the destination, he put his things down and sat down to the side, then began to take out the items he wanted to sell.

These are two bottles of healing potion, both of which are of poor quality. They are now placed in special glass bottles and quietly on the wooden table in front of the stall.

After arranging everything, Adir looked around and thought for a moment. He then took out a piece of cloth from the package and wrote a few words on it in Old Hess.

"We sell healing medicines regularly."

After examining his own handwriting, Adir hung the cloth on the stall and then sat down in his seat, quietly waiting for the other apprentices to pass by.

Adir originally thought it might take quite a while to sell these few bottles of healing potion.

After all, although wizard potions are rare, these few bottles were specially taken out by him and were of very low quality, so it might be difficult to find suitable traffickers to sell them to.

However, he clearly underestimated the lack of potions in the academy and the apprentices' need for them.

Within ten minutes, the three bottles of potions were sold for the market price of five magic stones each.

Standing there, holding the magic stone in his hand, Adir pondered: "It seems I underestimated the scarcity of potions in the academy, even the basic ones."

But thinking about it, it's normal.

According to what Adir had gathered, it seemed that apart from Simora, a formal wizard at Uraldor Academy, no other wizards knew how to make potions.

Apart from some essential potions that are prepared in-house, the academy seems to obtain other potions through exchanges and trade with other wizarding organizations, which naturally makes them more expensive.

As a formal wizard, Simora would only make higher-level potions, not many of these basic ones.

"Thinking about it this way, it's hard to say about those advanced potions, but there will undoubtedly be a huge shortage of these basic potions in the academy."

Thinking of this, Adir's eyes lit up slightly.

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