Who taught him to restore his country like this?

The central area closest to the Demon God Altar, the first ring, is the area belonging to the Grey Magehouse and the White Magehouse, which have many mages.

The second ring road is the area belonging to other colleges and royal families from various countries.

The Third Ring Road was a trading and residential area for outsiders.

This place is free from power struggles and has abundant resources, so many alchemists who prefer tranquility choose to settle here and open their medicine shops.

Ron's target was clear: a shop called Nightmare Pharmacy.

The shop is not large and the selection of goods is not very complete, but the high-level magic potions it sells are all personally crafted by the owner.

Ron approached this place because there was a side quest available there; by providing a little information, he could get free medicine making services.

Furthermore, the owner of this pharmacy never makes medicine for outsiders; if you want him to make medicine, you don't need to wait in line.

Naturally, it's the first choice.

however…

When Ron arrived at the Nightmare Apothecary and explained his purpose to the apprentice minding the shop, the apprentice told him that the owner had just left the Magic City the day before.

He came at the wrong time.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Even a seasoned player like him couldn't have predicted something as trivial as this.

Ron felt a little disappointed.

When will she be back?

Before taking his leave, Ron asked.

“I don’t know either. It seems like something happened in Teacher Fiona’s clan. She should be back in a few days.”

The apprentice who was minding the shop responded.

Should we return to our clan at this time?

Ron was somewhat surprised.

The owner of the Nightmare Apothecary is a dark elf who was driven out of her tribe. She is unlikely to return to that heartbroken tribe before the player triggers the side quest.

Is this yet another butterfly effect caused by the restoration of the Kingdom of Lach?

Or is it... just a random excuse to fob off visitors?

Ron left the Nightmare Medicine Shop, lost in thought.

Heading to the next pharmacy.

Chapter 95 Come Stay at My House

The Magic City.

"I'm sorry, my master has gone to teach at the White Demon Academy and will not have time for a while. Please find another alchemist."

After leaving the Nightmare Apothecary, Ron visited several alchemists who did not operate shops, and received similar responses from them.

Go find those merchant guilds; if you have money, you can arrange to meet an alchemist.

The problem is that you have to wait in line.

After all, it's a magical capital, so the demand for high-level magic potions is huge.

He went around to different places, and the earliest appointment he could get was a week later.

Sitting on a bench by the lake, Ron was a little puzzled.

Alchemists are generally weak and have no advantage in magic festivals, so why are the White and Gray Magic Institutes going to such lengths to recruit so many high-level alchemists?

Just to save face?

Or is it just to annoy me?

An unexpected development, not seen in the game, disrupted Ron's schedule.

The situation in Thorn Territory doesn't allow him to stay in the Magic City for too long. He can only wait for three days at most to see if he can bring back the owner of the Nightmare Medicine Shop. If he can't, he'll have to retreat back to Thorn Territory first.

To be honest, alchemists are really in high demand.

It would be worth considering training an alchemist yourself. This would not only be convenient, but you also wouldn't have to worry about your prescriptions or underhanded tactics being exposed.

However, training an alchemist from scratch is too troublesome, and it's also inconvenient for him to keep him by his side to cultivate loyalty.

It would be even better if it came with basic alchemy skills and loyalty...

Ron looked up at the honey-colored sky, the wind rustling through his slightly open shirt collar, carrying the scent of grass and earth.

The twilight in the magical city is a feast of light and illusion.

The sunset on the horizon was magically dyed into eerie yet magnificent colors, with indigo and crimson intertwined, amidst which floating islands, soaked in twilight, appeared and disappeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

Flocks of birds returning to their nests in the distance cast shimmering shadows on the water, their flickering light brushing past Ron's half-closed eyelids.

At that moment, a brief flicker of light and shadow appeared on his face.

Someone sat down next to him.

Then a hand holding a cheese ice cream reached out.

Ron turned his head slightly to look.

A young girl wearing a wizard's hat and with a youthful and energetic face grinned at him.

"You escaped from prison again?"

Ron sat up straight, took the ice cream offered by the other person, and asked curiously.

"I have been released from prison."

Talulah licked the ice cream in her hand and replied smugly.

"Congratulations."

Ron took a bite of the ice cream in his hand. The ice cream from another world without chemical additives tasted strange.

"Mr. Gatling, you don't seem to have had a very enjoyable day. It's alright, I'll go with you tomorrow. I know where the fun places are, I promise I'll make you happy."

Talulah patted her chest and said.

After presenting evidence proving that Ron was indeed a sixth-tier archmage, her older sister canceled her punishment and gave her a few days off, allowing her to continue her relentless pursuit and make sure Ron got into the Arcane Academy.

"Mr. Gatlin, do you have a place to stay tonight?"

"No."

"Then come and stay at my house."

Talulah stood up and invited her with a smile.

Ron initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought: There should be high-level alchemists in the Arcane Academy, right?

……

At Talulah's warm invitation, Ron visited her home—the Arcane Academy.

The Arcane Academy is located in the second ring of the Magic City, in the back countryside on the side of the White Magic Academy.

Emerging from the jungle at the edge of the Third Ring Road, one can see the towering mage tower of the Arcane Academy and its magnificent castle-like buildings in the distance.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Arcane Academy, you will see a magic detection gate. Only those who have registered their magic information or who possess the Arcane Academy's emblem are allowed to enter.

Talulah used her badge privileges to record magical information into Ron.

Upon entering the Arcane Academy, passing through long corridors and castle-like teaching buildings, the view opens up and the architecture becomes more diverse.

There are white mage towers and black wizard castles.

Arcane arts, in essence, are a fusion of various academic disciplines.

Based on the Arcane Academy's performance in the game, it should more accurately be called the Alchemy Academy.

Goodnight, Mr. Gatling.

It was getting late, and it wasn't convenient to tour the place. After arranging a room for Ron, Talulah waved and turned to leave.

Ron stood at the door of the room, watching the girl skip and hop away until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor, before pushing the door open and entering.

The room was decorated simply yet elegantly, with several magic lamps emitting soft light suspended on the walls.

Ron lay in bed and casually picked up the book "Arcane Fundamentals" that was placed on the bedside table and started flipping through it.

After watching for a short while, I felt sleepy and fell asleep.

……

Meanwhile, in the Bruwerman Empire...

Deep beneath the Silvermoon Territory, the sounds of clashing swords mingled with screams echoed incessantly.

The cold, blue light of the underground laboratory flickered on and off in the long corridor, where a dozen or so corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Deep inside the laboratory, the long-haired man overseeing the lab leaned against the lab bench, his knuckles white as he gripped a protective alloy sword tightly.

As the deafening crash tore through the air, his trembling pupils reflected the twisted and deformed iron gate—the tables and chairs he had used to block his pursuers were like pieces of paper scattered by a hurricane, crashing violently against the wall.

boom!

A figure wearing a pale white bird-beak mask stepped into the room, and drops of blood from a dagger bloomed into crimson flowers on the ground.

"Who...are you?"

The long-haired man's face was ashen, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The presence of the masked man here indicates that all the war slaves he sent out have been eliminated.

The masked man had no intention of speaking to him and walked towards him step by step.

“I am a viscount of the Bruveman Empire, you cannot kill me.”

The long-haired man tried to back away, but there was no room left for him.

"what!"

In the instant that fear completely overwhelmed his reason, the researcher roared and swung his sword.