Who taught him to restore his country like this?

Talulah, who couldn't keep up with the pace, complained bitterly.

……

Back to the Arcane Academy.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He arrived at the alchemy room and waited at the door, but did not go in.

Distractions are unacceptable during the crucial moments of medicine making.

"Professor Gatling, are you planning to leave the Magic Capital?"

Talulah followed Ron to the front of the alchemy room and, seeing how concerned Ron was about the potion, asked him a question.

"Well, we've been out for so long, it's time to go back."

Ron made no secret of his intention to leave.

There was no need to hide it; he had already told Talulah before he came that he would be leaving after a few days of sightseeing.

"When will you be back?" Talulah asked.

Didn't she ask Ron which college he had decided to join?

Is there even a need to ask? Gatling-sensei has only visited the Arcane Academy these past few days; he'll definitely join it when he returns.

“Uncertain, but at least a month from now,” Ron replied.

"Huh... does it really take this long?"

Talulah's face fell when she thought about the days Ron wouldn't be around.

Last time, she was so angry that she went to the Grey Demon Academy branch and beat up those traitors from the Arcane Academy, and was punished by being a gatekeeper for a month.

These past few days, because Ron was there, that fierce woman granted her leave.

Once Ron left, she had to go back to guarding the gate.

I can't live like this anymore.

Talulah looked at Ron, her eyes darting around.

"Mr. Gatling, please take me with you."

"Will you come with me?"

Ron was about to say "Dream on," but then he remembered the wonderful alloy rod, thought for a moment, and changed his mind:

"Your strength is a bit lacking."

Author's Note on the Launch of Chapter 101

On the shelves.

I don't know what to say, so I'll just apologize first.

The updates these past few days have been terrible; I'm really sorry for all your great support.

Thinking back to when I confidently declared I would write 6000 words a day, I feel deeply ashamed.

I'm so sorry.

I really didn't mean to exaggerate or try to get everyone's support. Even if I were to try to deceive, I wouldn't choose to do so during such an important recommendation.

My thoughts have become quite chaotic these past few days. Suddenly, I'm not satisfied with anything I write. I want to write better, but it seems like I haven't written anything well.

I feel very anxious.

Sigh, I won't argue anymore. If you're wrong, you have to admit it; if you're going to be punished, you have to stand up straight.

I am very grateful to all the readers who have followed along the way, and thank you for your recommendation votes and monthly tickets.

Thanks to the editor for the good luck; they finally managed to get me a spot in the Three Rivers section, but then I had terrible updates. I'm so awful.

I dare not make any big promises. After the book is published, I will try my best to update frequently while maintaining a stable update schedule.

Finally, I'd like to ask everyone for a first-time subscription!

thank!

……

Here are a few book recommendations.

"Yes, I Became a God Just by Exercising My Body" by You Ran's Newbie

"Is My Gloomy Classmate My Delayed Author?" by Kongse Feixiang

"I'm in my final year of high school, and the system makes me save the Holy Maiden of the Gods" by Dark Fairy Shell

Chapter 102 Are you waiting for me again?

Arcane Academy.

Not long after nightfall, the door to the alchemy room opened, and a rich medicinal fragrance mingled with a faint stench wafted out.

Ron sat on the wooden chair by the door, idly flipping through the Elemental Golem chapter of "Arcane Fundamentals".

Seeing the door to the alchemy room open, his face lit up with joy. He closed the book and stood up.

Barton emerged from the apothecary, holding a vial filled with purple liquid.

"This is a potion made according to your requirements. Please check if there are any problems."

He looked utterly exhausted as he handed the potion he had just concocted to Ron.

Identification.

[Item: Soul Transfer Potion (Inferior)]

[Effect: It can transform a person's soul into a specific type of soul]

“No problem,” Ron said with a smile, putting away the potion. “Thank you for your hard work.”

The "inferior" in the name of the Soul-Transfer Potion doesn't mean Barton messed it up; it means the recipe he gave was a degraded version of the Soul-Transfer Potion recipe.

The high-end version of the Soul-Transfer Potion cannot be made by a single alchemist. It takes a long time to make, and the ingredients actually involve the soul.

Therefore, it is unnecessary.

The base model is sufficient.

Barton appreciated Ron's trust in putting away the potion without checking it.

"Mr. Barton, are you interested in a long-term collaboration?"

Ron asked with a smile.

One bottle of Soul-Transfer Potion was only enough for him to get his hands on the Heart of the White Lion.

He wanted Barton to help him continue refining the Soul-Transforming Elixir so that he could later obtain the other Lionhearts.

"Forget it, you should find someone else."

Barton shook his head and refused Ron's request for cooperation.

Even if you use a bottle of Soul-Transfer Potion for bad deeds, it won't cause too much of a stir.

But if there are too many, it's easy for something to go wrong.

If Ron were to do something treasonous and attract the attention of the three major Vatican councils, he would also be labeled a heretic.

In short, let's distance ourselves from this relationship first.

"it's a pity."

Ron smiled and didn't press the issue.

He's not in a hurry to get the other Lionhearts; he has plenty of time to find other alchemists willing to cooperate.

But Patton signed a secret agreement, which will make cooperation much easier.

After a brief exchange, the two traveled together to the office of the vice dean of the Arcane Academy to say goodbye.

The dean has been away from the college these days, and the vice dean has been managing all the affairs on his behalf.

When the vice dean heard that Ron was leaving, he tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "It's getting late, you can leave tomorrow."

Ron declined.

On one hand, I'm worried about the situation in Shiraki City, and on the other hand, I'm concerned about what happened this afternoon.

If his fiancée gets angrier and angrier after going back, and comes looking for him with the former saintess of the Holy See, that would be troublesome.

Don't stay here for long.

Leave the magic city first; time will gradually heal all wounds.

Seeing that Ron was determined to leave, the vice dean did not try to stop him, but instead asked Ron about his impressions of the Arcane Academy.

“It’s great, I really like this atmosphere, and I hope you can reserve a teaching position for me,” Ron replied.

Anyone can draw a pie in the sky.

The vice dean was delighted with Ron's answer and said he would welcome Ron to join him at any time.

Later, he even gave Ron some magic stones, a specialty of the magic capital.

Ron naturally accepted it all.

They won't feel at ease if I don't accept it.

……

Dark as ink.

Ron, with simple luggage, walked out of the brightly lit magic city.

The outer edge of the Magic City, facing the Lionheart Kingdom, is a dense forest.

If you walk five miles along the road through the forest, you will find a village.

Ron stopped at the fork in the road in front of the village and did not leave in a hurry.