Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

Two weeks later.

woo-

With a long, drawn-out whistle, the transport ship slowly entered the port.

Compared to the anxiety at the start of the journey, the sailors on board were now beaming with joy.

Especially the one-eyed manager, whose face, full of fat, was so wide with a smile that his eyes were almost invisible.

"Oh, Lady Claire! We really owe you a debt of gratitude this time!"

As soon as Claire stepped off the ship, the steward rubbed his hands together and came up to her, holding a heavy money bag in his hands, which he respectfully handed to her.

"This is your pay, five magic stones a day as agreed, so I'll give you one hundred magic stones. Would you like to check?"

Claire took the money bag and weighed it in her hand: "No need to count, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"Excellent! Excellent!" The manager beamed. "If you ever wish to go to sea again, the doors of the White Conch Merchant Guild are always open for you!"

No wonder he fawned over him so much.

As they passed through the Blacksmokers volcanic belt, they happened to encounter its active period, and the surging ocean currents made it difficult for the transport ship to move.

Gradually, the toxic gases from the volcanic eruption seeped into the transport ship, nearly causing the steel fortress to collapse from the inside.

If it weren't for Claire's antidote, we would have been doomed this time.

Most importantly, this mysterious wizard apprentice seemed to have a keen eye for what was happening underwater, helping them avoid an invasion by a sea tribe.

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic steward, Claire walked alone on the crowded dock.

With half a month left until his agreement with Kyle, he must find the remaining two materials as soon as possible to create the Sea Clan Potions Master clone.

"I remember there was a recruitment notice here for shipwreck exploration before..."

He searched through the densely packed parchment and quickly found it.

This appears to be a small team with low pay and multiple roles.

However, none of this mattered to Claire.

"Are we leaving tomorrow?" That's what's important.

However, when he found the berth marked on the recruitment notice, he only saw an empty sea with a few seagulls resting on the wooden stakes.

Claire frowned and stopped an old sailor who was mending fishing nets nearby.

"Hello, where is the Flying Fish that's docked here?"

"The Flying Fish?" The old sailor gave him a strange look. "It left a long time ago! It weighed anchor ten days ago!"

"Ten days ago?" Claire was stunned.

"Young man, are you new to the Blue Ocean?" The old sailor shook his head. "Times have changed. Before, everyone paid attention to auspicious times when setting sail, but now? Hmph, the earlier the better."

"I heard things are a bit unsettled up north lately. They're probably trying to rush in and make a quick buck before the blockade is set up."

Claire's heart sank.

Exploring a shipwreck in the near sea doesn't take too long, but it still takes about ten days.

What he lacks most right now is time.

Damn it.

Claire rubbed her temples in annoyance, preparing to turn and leave, when a gruff voice suddenly came from behind her:

"Hey! You kid in the gray robe! Are you looking for the Flying Fish?"

Claire turned around and saw a middle-aged, burly man with a thick bandage wrapped around his left arm pulling a trailer towards her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Duke, the vice-captain of the exploration team," the burly man said. "You've come at a bad time. We'd only been salvaging the shipwreck for a few days when that area was designated a war zone, and we had to turn back."

"On the way back, we encountered a storm, and the captain took the boat for repairs."

At this point, he looked Claire up and down: "You don't look like someone who works in our line of work. Are you just a novice trying your luck?"

Claire remained noncommittal.

"Well, it's okay. We have all sorts of people in our team, and we all get along very well," Duke said with a smile. "You can come back to find us after the fighting over there stops."

Claire thought for a moment, then took out a piece of parchment with a drawing of a strange fish with a huge jaw, and colored it in.

Did you encounter this type of fish while salvaging the shipwreck?

Duke glanced at the sketch and laughed, "I've seen them before! They seem to really like the smell of shipwrecks. I always run into a few of them, biting the hull and not moving."

"So we tried to catch it and bring it back to the boat to improve our meals. And you know what? After cutting off that ugly head, the flesh of the fish was quite delicious when grilled."

"Do you keep fish heads? If so, I'd like to sell them to me."

"Yes, there are. After all, these strangely shaped fish are usually worth some money. But what do you want them for?" Duke looked at Claire again, this time noticing the badge pinned to the young man's chest.

"Ouroboros...you're a potion master?!"

"Yes, apprentice potion master."

"Oh dear! Sir, why didn't you say so sooner!"

Duke's expression changed instantly, and he frantically opened the cargo box on the trailer.

"Wait a minute! I'll find it soon!"

He rummaged through a pile of stinky dried fish for a while and pulled out three wrapped pieces of oil paper.

"Take a look, is this it?" Duke untied the ropes, revealing a strange, dark green fish head inside.

The notification sound on the panel rang at the appropriate time.

[Blueprint material detected: Giant Mouthfish Gland]

"Excellent, very well preserved." Claire nodded in satisfaction. "Name your price."

"It's...it's yours!" Duke stammered, somewhat incoherently. "Just consider it making friends!"

"If you are interested in any items related to the shipwreck within the next month, feel free to come and find us here!"

Seeing the middle-aged man's excited expression, Claire couldn't help but sigh inwardly that potion masters were truly superior.

If apprentice potion masters are like this, what must it be like for formal potion masters?

"Sure, but I'm not used to owing people favors."

He took out several bottles of antidote and stamina potions that he had previously refined on the White Conch Merchant Guild's transport ship and handed them to Duke.

"Is this enough?"

"Enough! Enough! That's enough!" Duke took the potion as if it were a treasure, his eyes filled with affection for it more than for his own mother.

"Please feel free to contact us anytime you need us!"

"Yes, I will." Claire put away the fish head and turned to leave.

I've got the giant mouth fish gland.

The last material left to create the clone is the Primal Tidal Essence.

Now that she has a large sum of money, Claire decided to choose a high-quality one for her new clone.

He went to Shell Street.

However, as soon as Claire stepped onto this bustling street that she remembered, she immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Many shops along the street were closed, and those that were still open were mostly deserted.

Claire found a stall selling water elemental materials and asked the stall owner to buy Primal Tide Essence.

"This one costs sixty magic stones?" Claire frowned as she looked at the white jade pearl in her hand.

Given its size and quality, this original tidal essence was considered a substandard product at the original breeding farm.

How dare they sell at such a high price in Shell Street, a reputable trading platform?

"Don't buy it if you think it's too expensive." The stall owner said nonchalantly, "This is the price now. If you don't believe me, why don't you browse around some more?"

Claire put down the essence, a vague guess forming in her mind.

However, just in case, he still went out for a walk.

The result was exactly as the stall owner had predicted.

The original tidal essence currently sold on Shell Street is not only of poor quality, but also extremely expensive.

Claire had considered the impact the destruction of the Grey Amber Workshop's tidal giant clam farm would have on the market.

But the impact was far greater than expected. When one company fell, the others failed to fill the void.

It seems that Grey Amber Workshop wasn't the only one attacked.

"The situation in the battle seems to be quite unfavorable."

Claire shook her head and walked toward a stall with a dolphin flag.