“It seems like real magicians very seldom prefer to stay around humans, and they predominantly stay in rural areas.
Seeing the might of those two Level 3 Acolytes today made Leylin somewhat more zealous, “Once I have successfully brewed the Azure Potion, I too can quickly advance to that level!”
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In the lab, under the brilliant light, Leylin took and stared at a test tube from the table. It continuously bubbled with blue froth.
With extremely firm hands, he shook it according to a mysterious rhythm.
The blue bubbles in the test tube continued to froth upwards then vanish as it reached the brim.
[The reaction in the potion has become extremely stable, and is estimated to exceed the threshold in 3 Minutes 24 Seconds!] The A.I. Chip’s observation alerted.
After reporting this condition, a timer at a bottom corner of Leylin’s visual field started the countdown.
When the countdown reached 0, Leylin immediately used the ancient Byron language and muttered an incantation, “This is the azure blue ocean, come! My little babies!”
His other hand immediately dropped some of the blue crystals he was holding, into the test tube.
* Weng Weng! * The test tube started to tremble.
A few streaks of a brilliant blue light flew out of its mouth and rotated around it turning into little blue coloured mermaids.
These little mermaids had a girl’s torso and were only the size of Leylin’s thumb. On their chests hung two shell pieces while the bottom half of their body was that of a fish’s tail. At this moment, they were holding hands together, circling the test tube, singing and dancing.
Their sweet distinct elegant voices sang and it reverberated within the room strumming on Leylin’s heartstrings.
“The final step! Resist the alluring voices of the mermaids!” Leylin’s expression tightened.
Rumours had it that the singing voices of mermaids not only have terrifying bewitching energy, but these voices were also used to prey on sailors in the deep seas. Many suspected these mermaids as main culprits behind the creation of ghost ships!
Right now, Leylin felt a strong impulse to throw everything he owned to the side, and dive straight into the ocean.
“This is only an illusion. It only has the 10% of an actual mermaid’s might. If these were real or were cast by mermaid Magi, what would the effects be?” Leylin clenched his teeth and gave off a layer of grey-black light from his body deflecting these voices.
“Manse!” After waiting for roughly 30 seconds, Leylin suddenly blurted out a word.
* Chi Chi! * Black coloured needles appeared piercing through the chests of those little mermaids.
Agonised expressions could be seen on the pretty faces of the mermaids. Suddenly, they dissolved and turned into a few drops of blue liquid that returned into the test tube.
Huge amounts of bubbles, crystals and the drops of liquid rapidly merged and at that instant turned into a test tube half filled with a dark blue potion.
* Crash! Leylin shook the test tube lightly. From within the test tube came the crashing sound like that of great surging waves in an ocean.
[The modified Azure Potion has been brewed successfully.] The A.I. Chip indicated.
“A.I. Chip, how potent is this potion compared to the original formulation?” Leylin asked.
[Beep! Collecting the vapours. Analysing and comparing data… Estimated to have 33% of the original potion’s effect.]
Although the previous estimate was 35.4%, there would be some minute differences during the actual brewing. Furthermore, it was the first time he did this experiment, so achieving this effect made Leylin very content.
“A pity that the consumptions of Hove Violet Leaves for this process is too high!” Leylin looked at the remnants of the Hove Violet Leaves lying on the side.
Only the essence from the middle of a whole piece of Hove Violet Leaf could be used for the potion. Apart from that, many complicated steps also had to be accomplished resulting in the high consumption rate.
He estimated that even after Welker bought all of the ingredients available, it would only allow Leylin to brew the potion another 30 to 40 times.
“Now, I wonder what the effects of this ancient potion are?”
Leylin’s eyes flashed in anticipation. He directly walked to an empty space and sat cross-legged on the floor. He then poured the Azure Potion into his mouth.
“It’s a little bitter, and has a rather fish-like odour.” The muscles on Leylin’s face twitched, “The palate of these ancient Magi was just so-so….”
“According to the A.I. Chip’s calculations, the best complement to potions that increase Spiritual Force is meditation!”
Leylin thought of this before completely entering into a meditative mode.
This time, the meditations effect was very obviously different from before. With a vague concept of time, Leylin felt like he was in the middle of an azure blue ocean and boundless blue sea water squeezed his middle almost suffocating him.
When seen from the outside, the muscles on Leylin’s handsome face twitched, and drops of sweat continuously dripped out.
Almost two hours later, Leylin abruptly opened both of his eyes.
“Phew! The feeling from meditating like this is several times more uncomfortable than before!” Leylin shook his head.
The meditation of an acolyte, more often than not, led to exhaustion afterwards. However, right now Leylin felt his whole body aching, especially his brain, which felt like someone took a large metal hammer and kept smashing it. Even now he was somewhat dizzy.
“A.I. Chip. Display my stats.” Leylin ordered.
Immediately, a blue screen appeared before Leylin and showed a stream of numbers.
[The Host’s Spiritual Force has been detected as undergoing a rapid rise!]
[Host is under the influence of an unknown, Spiritual Force increasing by 0.01]
[Spiritual Force increasing by 0.01]
[The meditative state is deepening. Effect optimised. Spiritual Force increasing by 0.03]
[Spiritual Force has reached the threshold, increasing by 0.05]
……
[Meditative state ended, Host’s stats undergoing change. Strength: 3.1, Agility: 3.3, Vitality: 3.2, Spiritual Force: 4.9, Magical Power: 4.0. Status: Healthy]
Rows of data were displayed, and Leylin discovered at the end that his Spiritual Force had increased by 0.2.
“This figure!” Leylin’s eyes widened, “If the original ingredients were used, doesn’t that mean that I can increase Spiritual Force by about 0.7 at a time! It is indeed worthy to be called an ancient potion. Even for official Magi, this is a pretty good outcome!”
“A.I. Chip, assuming there are enough potions on hand, how much time will I need to reach 7 Spiritual Force points?” Leylin asked.
[Inputting effect of Azure Potion, establishing simulation, factoring tolerance principle, calculation in progress….]
The A.I. Chip began calculating, dozens of seconds later, the A.I. Chip’s voice intoned.
[According to the Host’s resistance to medicinal properties, it is estimated that the Host will achieve 7 Spiritual Force points after two months!]
The necessary conditions to advance to Level 3 Acolyte was to have mastery over at least 2 spell models, a Spiritual Force of 7 and to use a reactive elixir.
Leylin had gotten the spell models and reactive elixirs long ago. What kept him back was this Spiritual Force bottleneck.
“A pity, though! The success rate for brewing the Azure Potion is extremely horrifying. Even if it’s me, I will at most succeed one out of ten times!”
“Hove Violet Leaves. I need huge amounts of Hove Violet Leaves. If it cannot be done, I must organise a trading party to acquire them from other cities.”
Leylin clenched his teeth. His eyes revealed obvious desire.
“Young Master!” As he walked out from the lab, Anna, who was waiting outside, greeted him immediately
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“Pass these orders down. From now on, our establishment will cease all operations and devote all resources towards purchasing Hove Violet Leaves. Moreover, Fraser is to make a trip to nearby cities to acquire them!” Leylin’s expression was extremely grim.
“Yes!” This was the first time Anna had seen this side of Leylin, so she hurriedly retreated.
WMW Chapter 63 - Mutated Organism
The bitter cold of winter passed, and the weather began to get warmer.
Standing on the villa, Leylin could already see the minuscule green dots from afar. On nearby fields, there were even farmers laboriously working.
“A year has passed unknowingly; I am already 15 years old now!” Leylin’s hands pressed on the windowsill, and his eyes seemed to be disconcerted.
All of the Hove Violet Leaves available in Extreme Night City had been bought by him. With continuous brewing, he managed to get 5 Azure Potions, bringing his Spiritual Force to 5.8.
Unfortunately, any potion, when used excessively, would produce a resistance towards it, and the effects would be reduced over time. Originally, he had estimated that his Spiritual Force would reach a value of 5.9 with the resources available. However, in reality, it fell short by 0.1 without any apparent cause.
“Right now, I can only place my hopes on Fraser and the rest who have gone to neighbouring cities to purchase the ingredient.”
Leylin rested by the windowsill. He stretched his hands and plucked a bunch of red berries from the table munching on them as snacks.
“Compared to other acolytes, however, my progress is akin to flying. After all, even the heir of a large family cannot use potions endlessly. What’s more, these are precious potions that could increase Spiritual Force.”
Within a month, Leylin already chased up to the fifth-grade acolytes who had pulled away from him over a year ago.
“It’s fortunate that I’m outside the academy. Only then am I able to pursue my experiments without fearing of the consequences, and use potions such as these!” Leylin was suddenly rejoicing over the benefits that the war brought him.
“However, even if the war ends now, I wouldn’t dare go back. I must, at least, wait until the 3 years mission duration is up. Only then will my excuse be plausible.
At that moment, Leylin estimated that he would already be a Level 3 Acolyte. Apart from the professors, he would be considered to have power, and would be regarded as a more important member. Moreover, with these years as cover, he would have enough time to think up a few explanations to cover his tracks.
“Master! An emissary from the City Lord has arrived with an invitation.” Anna knocked on the door, entering only after getting Leylin’s permission.
Because of some Magus’ doings, her face looked as youthful as ever, never changing.
“An invitation?” Leylin was a little skeptical. He did not have many relations with Viscount Jackson all this while.
After looking the missive over, “A gathering? On the invitation, it was specifically stated that Murphy and his circle of people were invited, which are all acolytes!”
Leylin surmised, “Could it be? Some mysterious thing has happened that requires the help of magicians?”
“Anna, prepare a horse carriage and a set of formal clothes for me. I have to leave for a while.”
Leylin said this without giving it another thought. Towards the Grand Knight, Viscount Jackson, who was also the Lord of Extreme Night City, it was difficult for an acolyte to interfere with his might. Therefore, Leylin did not want to be on bad terms with him.
Moreover, due to the decreased supply of Hove Violet Leaves recently, Leylin did not have any other important things to do, so he could make time for this gathering.
“I’ll have a look, and I haven’t seen Murphy for some time now!”
In the heart of Extreme Night City, the castle-like building which was built using grey rocks was extremely magnificent. There were many soldiers patrolling the area, revealing its prestige.
* Ta-Ta! * A black horse carriage suddenly halted in front of the City Lord’s castle. The carriage door opened, and a brown-haired noble youth stepped down from it. He looked rather thin, but his bright eyes were filled with vigour.
At that same instant, another horse carriage, made of reddish brown wood, halted alongside it too. From it stepped out a white bearded geezer who was carrying a book. He radiated a scholarly aura.
After seeing Leylin, every wrinkle on the old geezer’s face loosened as he smiled. He took the initiative and spread his arms out, “It’s been a long time, my friend!”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Scholar Murphy!” Leylin smiled as he gently hugged the old man.
His relationship with Murphy was pretty good. Although this old geezer had a few demerits, but it was undeniable that some of his experiences were a source of great enlightenment for Leylin. When Leylin had first arrived in Extreme Night City, Murphy had also given much help to Leylin.
Both of them conversed casually. They flashed their invitation cards at the same time as they went past the guarded entrance.
A person, rather like a butler, led Leylin and Murphy through the garden and brought them to a small-sized living room.
Several acolyte residents were already there and Leylin went forward to greet them.
There was a circular sofa in the middle of the living room, with a mahogany table at its centre. It seemed to suggest equality between status and levels.
“Welcome, my friends!”
The tough looking Viscount Jackson entered. He looked the same, to Leylin, as he looked a year ago. Time did not seem to have caused any changes in him, apart from a few more strands of hair white behind his ears that is.
“City Lord!” The acolytes all nodded their heads.
“Come, no need for formalities! Sit!” Viscount Jackson casually sat on the sofa and serving maids that wore low cut blouses served some red tea as refreshments, with matching flavoured cake and biscuit snacks.
“Why does the atmosphere seem to be like a conference and afternoon tea?” Although he had his doubts, Leylin never revealed anything.
Viscount Jackson and the acolytes sat in a circle, and, from time to time, they discussed the latest news. On the whole, the atmosphere felt extremely amiable.
“A pity, Viscount Jackson is known to be a cold-blooded person. I heard that to suppress a riot, he immediately ordered the execution of a whole village, even hanging all its resident’s heads on wooden stakes….”
Leylin still put on a friendly mannerism, but deep down he exclaimed, “As expected, to interact harmoniously, one must first have the prerequisite of equal power!”
“Yes, speaking of Baron Fey, he has recently been distressed about the issues of the medicine shop!” Viscount Jackson inadvertently spoke of this while chatting idly.
“We have also heard of the withering woods of Dark Night Woods for some time now. Only that we have not arrived at any solution yet!” An acolyte sitting at the side spoke, playing at being a character interested in delving deeper into this topic.
Murphy’s brows furrowed, “I believe that my lord Viscount will definitely have a solution, right?”
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