Chapter 27 "I Like You"
July 11, five days after the entrance exam.
Edith got up early, yawned as she accepted the servants' service, and was forced to put on her layered dress while she was sleepy.
"Big families really have so many rules." She stuffed her wand into her tight cuffs with great effort and followed the butler to the reception room. At this time, no one from the Turner family had arrived yet.
It is a bad habit to let the servants get up early and sleep in yourself.
Edith had no seat, so she could only stand aimlessly beside Hedda's chair. Other members of the Turner family arrived one after another in the following hours. But for some reason, Edith could feel that they tried to scold her for her inelegant posture, but they all calmed down after their eyes glanced at her cuffs.
She looked down at her hands in confusion: nothing but the wand?
"What's going on?" She approached Heda, who arrived last. The girl came on time and didn't even glance at her family after entering the house. "Your father and stepmother don't seem to dislike you that much. The legendary brother seems to be honest on the surface, and doesn't seem to be the type to cause trouble."
Heda sat down on the chair, raised her chin towards the main seat, and said calmly: "Didn't you see the mask on my stepmother's face and the collar standing up beside my father's face? I branded their faces with a magical mark in the shape of a family crest. Before it is completely eliminated, they probably dare not mess with me."
"As for Jarden—" She turned to look at her half brother. He trembled with fear just by sensing her gaze, and shrank back into his chair. "I cast a mute spell on him, but I guess I used too much force, and he hasn't recovered yet."
The boy heard her voice, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction, but lowered his head even lower.
Hedda glanced at him and said with a mature expression, "Only I can eliminate all the injustices in this world."
Edith clapped in agreement: "As expected of a great family."
It's amazing, what an unexpected way of getting along.
"Don't stand and talk, sit down and talk." Hedda raised her hand naturally and asked the servant beside her to add a chair for Edith. The servant looked in the direction of Duke Turner in embarrassment: "This..."
He was about to say that it was not in accordance with etiquette, but he saw the Duke nodding repeatedly with an expression as if he had eaten a fly, as if he was afraid that he would neglect Edith for even a second.
Edith sat down comfortably and continued to applaud: "Great."
The two had just chatted for a few words when they suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the door. Edith was a little confused: "The admission letter was actually delivered by manpower?"
"That shouldn't be the case." Heda was also a little unsure. She turned her head and looked towards the door. "I clearly remember—"
"Great-grandfather!"
Her eyes lit up immediately, and she didn't care about etiquette, and took three or two steps forward to hold the old man's arm. The old man called great-grandfather smiled and touched Hedda's head, then walked to the middle position, and his face suddenly changed.
"Asshole! You didn't even give up your seat when you saw me. I really don't know what your father was thinking. He passed the position to you!"
He raised his cane and slammed it at Duke Turner who was standing there in a daze, "Why don't you leave!"
"grandfather!"
Duke Turner, who was grinning from being hit by the cane, stood up suddenly, smiled and asked the old man to sit in his seat, "I heard from the doctor that you are not in good health, so I thought I would not trouble you--"
"You're the reason why I'm not feeling well!" As the only remaining wizard in the family, Old Turner's position is unshakable. He used his cane to poke the family emblem on his grandson's face, "What a disgrace!"
Duke Turner dared not say a word, and could only apologize bitterly, standing aside and watching the old man ask Hedda about her well-being. Feeling that his presence was almost low, he waved to the servant to find a chair to sit down, but the servant shook his head in embarrassment:
"The reserve is with that lady."
Turner glanced at Edith who was being pointed at and almost gasped.
Asking him to find Hedda's study partner, the magic guy, to ask for a chair? He didn't want another mark on his face!
It was too late to go to the warehouse to get a new chair, so Duke Turner could only swallow his anger and drive his son off his seat, and barely squeeze into his small chair. Garden was forced to stand with the servants behind him, his eyes instantly turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything, and finally stood behind his mother with hatred.
Almost at the same time he stopped, a gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing open the curtains and bringing with it a bunch of translucent birds fluttering in the air.
Those creatures made of magic were shining and hovering in the air above the reception room, singing the school song of Beunis College. When the song ended, they gathered together and transformed into the appearance of the college principal in the air.
"Hedda Turner, Edith Griffin, passed the entrance exam." The shadow's mouth opened and closed, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand, allowing all the magic power that made up his body to gather in his palm, transforming into two paper admission letters.
"Congratulations." The last bit of magic holding up the paper completely dissipated after saying this. The servant who had been waiting nearby hurried forward, caught the fallen notice on a tray covered with red velvet, and presented it steadily to Heda's great-grandfather.
The admission notice has been delivered, but the actual scores and rankings of the entrance examination will not be announced until the first day of enrollment.
"Very well prepared." Edith looked at the papers that landed steadily on the tray and raised her eyebrows at Hedda. "Is this always the process at Beaujolais College?"
"Such a complex performance would require the use of multiple nested magic arrays, right? Those who passed and those who didn't have to send letters. With so many candidates, it would cost a lot of gold coins to build so many magic arrays - the academy is really rich."
"What's the point of having money?" Heda rolled her eyes. "Notice fee, that's included in our tuition."
"For all the performances just now, we have to pay to watch them after we enroll."
Edith was stunned for a second, her expression a little subtle: "What about those who didn't pass the exam?" They don't have to pay tuition.
"Failed the exam? The principal's phantom would not hold up the admission letter, but the bill." Heda shrugged. "The sense of ceremony of the nobility."
"Even the great Hedda had to bow to the evil of money once in a while."
Edith: “…”
Such precious magic array materials were actually wasted on this kind of thing.
She simply imagined the reception scene for students who failed the entrance exam: birds flying, school songs, children and relatives sitting by the window looking forward to it. The imaginary principal smiled and announced the names of the candidates, and then slowly added "did not pass the entrance exam" under everyone's expectant gaze.
Then a bill slipped from his fingers.
"hiss......"
It's really a desperate scene.
As the two of them finished their conversation, old Turner also finished reading the contents of the admission letter and cheered with joy.
The Duke and Duchess of Turner on the side changed their expressions. They didn't expect Hedda to pass the exam - she had not received a systematic education, and at most she had read a few theoretical books when her biological mother was still alive. How could she beat those nobles who had been enlightened since childhood?
Heda has only been formally exposed to magic for half a year, and she didn't even have a tutor to teach her during this period. She relied entirely on self-study!
The Duchess almost bit her lips. She pressed hard on her branded skin, her eyes full of humiliation.
She would rather let the Turner family decline because of the lack of a wizard heir than let the girl who had no blood relationship with her stand above her. Even if the old Turner died, marrying Hedda and her daughter to a family of low status but rising continuously would still allow her to maintain a luxurious life.
If Hedda really inherited the title, wouldn't he have to live under her control for the rest of his life?
Duke Turner's thoughts were no different from his wife's. Although Hedda was his biological daughter, their relationship was like that of an enemy. If he passed the title to Hedda, he would definitely be "killed" the day after losing the title.
But no matter how angry they are, they cannot infect those who are immersed in joy.
"You are worthy of the Turner family's reputation." Old Turner shed a few turbid tears. "It has been seventy years. For seventy years, there has not been a single wizard in the family!"
He was still young at the time, and he watched helplessly as his son and grandson, who were obviously talented but failed to get into college due to laziness, gradually led the family downhill. As he grew older, he became increasingly unable to change the status quo.
Thinking of this, he became angry again and threw his cane at Duke Turner who was sitting far away. "Your father was not a good person. I didn't expect you to be the same. You have ruined the family's reputation!"
"Can you blame me for that?" Duke Turner was already upset, and this beating pushed his emotions to the limit. "If you were willing to help me with the entrance exam like you helped Hedda and told me the test questions, I wouldn't even be disqualified from entering the school!"
His father, who was also Turner's biological son, begged him for a year, but in the end he only got the answer of "let it be".
"The decline of our family is all because of you!"
"Do you think Heda passed the test because of me?" Old Turner snorted, "You are really out of touch with the news. You didn't even read the content of your daughter's test."
"Go and take a look at the projected video. This year's assessment was conducted by Joyce herself, and no one could get the questions from her in advance."
Duke Turner's emotions, which had accumulated to a high point, suddenly shattered.
ah?
Joyce invigilating?
The president of the Magic Association, Joyce?
Hedda actually passed the assessment under Joyce?
Duke Turner was in agony of not being able to compete with the children. Old Turner finally cleared his voice, stood up, took Edith's hand and muttered: "Congratulations again, you are both very good and excellent children."
Edith skillfully coaxed the other party with a few words, most of which were clichés such as "not that great" and "it's all Hedda's strength". The old man was obviously very satisfied with her courtesy, and he loosened his hand and turned to call his personal servant over. "I'm old, so I won't help you buy school supplies. I'll lend you George, he knows more about these things, let him take you shopping tomorrow."
Hedda thanked him repeatedly and let Edith and George go first. She stepped forward and helped her great-grandfather leave.
From beginning to end, the old man never even glanced at his great-grandson Garden.
......
The next day, the tulip market.
In order to implement the policy of "education monopoly", students must present their admission letter to enter the student section of the Tulip Market. George took two envelopes to check and stamp them. Edith had a chance to stand beside Hedda and tilted her head and said, "Your great-grandfather..."
"You act very passionately." Hedda spoke Edith's thoughts first. She smiled and said solemnly, "Being abandoned by friends and relatives is the inevitable path for every center of the world."
Edith looked at her face calmly, and spoke after a while: "School will start soon. I believe that Old Turner will be very willing to confiscate those adventure stories under your bed-"
"--No, no, no, can't I just speak nicely!" Heda was panicked.
As a young lady who was brought up with the goal of becoming a marriage partner, those adventure novels with bright and gorgeous covers that were displayed in the most conspicuous positions in bookstore windows were not on the list of books compiled by her tutor.
But she always managed to get a few books - for example, when she went out to attend a tea party, her car "accidentally" broke down on the way home, and she was forced to wander the streets full of bookstores; or at a birthday party, an "unreasonable" friend accidentally put her book in the gift, and she had to accept it and wait to return it to the person at the next party...
In this way, Hedda gradually accumulated enough adventure novels to fill her bed - and also learned a lot of ways to talk like the characters in the novels.
"It's just a joke." Edith shrugged. "Just keep it in mind."
"Of course I know. My mother has been dead for so many years. If my great-grandfather really loved me, he would have helped my father a long time ago." Hedda sighed. "I didn't feel anything at first. At most, I thought he was acting too hard. But yesterday he didn't pay any attention to Garden... Tsk, it turns out he really likes this great-grandson."
“You gave up so quickly.”
Edith didn't know what to say. Although her father died early, her family environment was simple and she had never experienced such a complicated relationship. She could only pat Hedda on the shoulder and comfort her, "It's okay, he won't live for two years."
Heda: "......I think so too, but is it really okay to just say it out loud?"
The two of them timed it just right. As soon as they stopped talking, George came over with a stamped pass. They entered Student Street smoothly and bought things from store to store.
"Elementary Spell Theory and Practice, Basic Monster Illustrations, Deconstructing the Basic Structure of Magic Arrays, Elementary Potion Refining Guide - Identifying Medicinal Materials..." Hedda muttered as he directed the servants to stuff the books into the basket according to the list. Finally, under Edith's cover, he secretly stuffed the third book in the series "Dragon Slaying! Re:Zero - Starting Life in the Jungle" into the bottom of the basket.
Parchment and quills were also essential, so George sent two servants to buy them and put them in the carriage, taking Edith and Hedda, who were dressed relaxedly, to the tailor shop next door.
The entire shop was deserted with only a few magic circles carved on the ground. Edith stood on it according to the instructions. Cloth, scissors, rulers, needles and thread quickly floated up from the table next to her and started cutting around her body.
In her previous life, she only bought ready-made clothes, so this kind of tailor-made feeling was rare.
"At least five sets of daily robes, three sets of winter robes, two cloaks, and a hat." The clothes made on the spot fell into the hands of the last two servants. George counted them and nodded: "I have basically bought everything."
"Let's go to Martina's potion house one last time."
"Martina Potion House?" Hedda frowned slightly, "I remember there was no requirement to buy a crucible on the list."
Even among the books, only the one on identifying medicinal herbs had anything to do with potions, but that was just theory and had nothing to do with real practice.
"Potions is an elective course." George said patiently, "The academy only provides two sets of experimental materials, and some small families cannot afford the high material fees for private practice. In order to prevent students from being unable to keep up with the course due to lack of materials, the academy has specially changed courses such as Potions to electives. But you are the eldest daughter of the Turner family, so don't worry about the cost. We will buy the materials for you in advance, and you can just go to the teacher to check the list after you enroll."
Edith: “…”
In order to prevent students from not being able to afford the course, should we simply not allow those students who cannot afford the course to study?
Hedda also frowned slightly, but she knew she was powerless to change anything, so she sighed and nodded in agreement, "I understand."
The two of them stepped into the potion shop. There were obviously fewer people here than in the bookstore. Everyone was quietly selecting items, which contrasted with the faint herbal fragrance in the air. The lights were dim, and only the bell hanging on the top of the door rang from time to time.
Edith walked towards a crucible on the table. This thing, which should have been plain and heavy, was made to be exceptionally delicate and compact. Not only was it plated with a layer of silver, the handles were carved with flowers, and there were even three button-like things on the pot.
She was silent for a few seconds, tilting her head to read the words on the wooden board beside her: fully automatic stirring crucible, six nested magic arrays, three stirring gears of slow, medium and fast to choose from, the best choice to free your hands (a replacement pure gold stirring rod is included with the purchase now)
Edith: “…”
But at this moment, Heda came over and pointed at the crucible and said happily: "This one looks good! Why don't I choose this one!"
Edith immediately covered her mouth and walked aside: "No, you don't want to."
It turns out that the students at Beunis College all learn to make medicine using this stuff... She said that the apprentices recruited by the laboratory couldn't even control the stirring speed.
The stirring rod is made of pure gold. The gold will react with the medicine, so there is no way the finished product can be used!
She pulled Heda towards other products, but the more she looked, the more disappointed she became.
Crucible that automatically adjusts flame intensity - how could such fine temperature control be achieved by magic array?
Self-cleaning crucible - a good idea, but the array combined with the pure silver pot will only scrape off a layer of powder.
A four-grid alchemy crucible that can make four kinds of potions in one pot is the best choice for finishing homework during the holidays - even more ridiculous, each potion requires different firepower, not to mention that the four grids cannot be heated evenly.
Edith had never felt such a headache.
"So, I can just pick a regular one?" Hedda asked weakly. Although she coveted the pure gold cauldron with the head of an adventure novel character engraved on it, Edith's words "uneven heating will cause it to explode" dissuaded her from thinking so.
Edith nodded, and finally found a dragon bone crucible in the corner: "But the material of the pot can't be too bad, use this one."
Although this small fire dragon that can be raised has no other value, its bones are tough, which is definitely enough for studying in the academy.
"What about you? What do you plan to buy? Is it dragon bones too?" George was about to take the things Hedda chose and pay for them, but suddenly he heard the cheerful words of his eldest lady and stopped.
"Ms. Turner." He interrupted, "This... Miss Griffin has not been exposed to systematic potion learning. She may not be able to keep up with the progress after entering the academy."
"If you need companionship in your studies, the family can hire an additional tutor for you."
Hedda looked confused, but Edith understood what he said instantly: the essence of each family looking for a study partner is to make up for the lack of talent of their own children and to provide help in social situations.
However, in pharmacy, the lower the status of the family, the less likely they were to have received elementary education. Allowing a companion, who came from a lower social background, to take the same elective course as the host family would not only fail to provide academic help, but would also increase extra expenses.
All in all, the Turner family did not intend to cover the cost of Edith's elective courses.
"It's okay, I'll pay for it myself." Edith didn't think there was anything wrong with that. She didn't use the Turner family's money to make the medicine, and the other party would have no reason to take her finished product when the time came. It was fair.
Hedda's face changed. She realized what George meant and turned around to scold, "Is your family so poor that you can't even pay this much money?"
"Then you should first stop spending money on my father's dresses. It's crazy to order three sets for a banquet."
"Okay, okay, it's okay, I really have money." Edith stopped Heda and shook the gold coins in her pocket. She felt that it was better now. Only she knew how many materials she bought and how many times she made the medicine. She had freedom without exposing her privacy.
"You'll need a set of tools and a crystal bottle to go with the crucible. Also, you haven't bought the telescope for the astrology class yet, have you?" She pushed Hedda out the door. "I'll do it myself. I'll do some work later. I'll make sure I'm back tonight."
Although Hedda was still dissatisfied, she gave in out of trust in Edith, "Okay..."
"Tomorrow you will be enrolled as freshmen. Don't stay too late or you will fall asleep during the ceremony. You have to get your transcript by yourself. I can't help you!"
Edith praised it highly and finally sent the person away. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to find the shop owner.
"I want the heaviest, thickest and most popular basic model in your store. No gold or silver plating required. Just pure black, thank you."
......
Edith avoided Hedda who was still shopping, left the student street, and went into her own shop.
There are the most students today, so if you want to make your store famous, now is the best time.
The sign on the door was a basic magic-carved one, which she had painted herself. The three words "Magic Potion Shop" written in a low-key manner glowed faintly.
Very inconspicuous.
Edith put on a mask and simply disguised her appearance and voice, then went out and hung up a business sign, then walked back to the room and continued to make her medicine.
She didn't do much advertising or go out to attract customers - the style of the store had to be maintained from the opening, and she had to be mysterious enough to naturally set sky-high prices.
Just wait for the first customer to come in...
This wait lasted from day till evening.
......
"It's over, it's over, how could I forget my homework!"
Perkin jumped off the carriage in a hurry, rushed into the tulip market, and searched through every store, but he couldn't find a bottle of potion that met his requirements.
"Love potion? I can't make it." All the store managers replied to him in the same way. Some kind-hearted people even gave him a few more reminders, "You won't find anyone who can make it even if you go to the Pharmacy Association - this thing doesn't even exist!"
Perkin was so anxious that he was about to cry.
"Is it possible that I don't know it doesn't exist? But this is the topic the teacher assigned me!"
He was a third-year student at Beaujolais Academy, majoring in Potions. His teacher assigned him homework before the Carnival break, and he had been having fun for five days, only remembering to do it when there were two days left in the break.
Who knew that the assignment requirement would include a heat-stunning potion!
This medicine will take at least five days to make, and it will definitely be too late to start now. This thing is also a controlled drug, and he can't buy it with his current energy. Not to mention that the materials of this bottle of medicine were issued by the school, and each one was marked with a personal magic mark, so it was impossible to forge it.
His only hope now was to solve the additional problem assigned by the teacher: "Make a love potion according to your own understanding." The teacher said that as long as he solved the additional problem, he would not have to submit all other homework.
I didn't expect this additional question to be more difficult.
"It's over. It just happened to be the critical moment for the promotion to the fourth grade." Perkin seemed to be out of his body. "Love potion, love potion... Where can I find this thing that the Potion Association hasn't researched yet!"
I can't understand it according to my own understanding!
"Boss, is there really nothing like this? Something with similar effects that can make people happy will do." He made the next best choice and begged desperately in the last potion shop, "Help me, save my life, I will only buy ingredients from you in the future!"
"Really? Emotional potions are also regulated and cannot be sold." The boss stood behind the counter, crossed his arms and shook his head. "However, a new potion shop just opened on that corner today. You can try your luck there."
"Opened another one?" Perkin raised his head with tearful eyes. "Are you crazy? Opening a potion shop in such a competitive potion street?"
"That's why I think she might have what you want." The boss shrugged, "If anyone has the guts to open a shop here, they must have some unique skills."
With the last bit of hope in his heart, Perkin followed the boss's directions and walked towards the new store. He stopped at the side of the road, looked up in a trance, and looked at the shabby sign: "...Potion Shop?"
Why is there no prefix or suffix? Even the most casual shops on Potion Street would use their surnames to make themselves known. But this shop... I don't know what others are promoting it for!
Perkin's determined steps suddenly hesitated.
It's not that he only looks at the surface, it's just... this shabby little shop doesn't look like a place that would sell rare potions.
Forget it, we’re going to die anyway, so we might as well die quickly!
Perkin gritted his teeth and pushed open the door. The wind chimes on the top of the door swayed, and the crisp sound woke up the woman sitting deep in the store. "Welcome." The masked man raised his head and said in a flat voice, "What can I do for you?"
"Uh..." Perkin had been rejected so many times that he was a little embarrassed to speak. "Do you have... love potion?"
"Well, well, what I mean is, it can be something that makes people happy like being in love, or it can be something without that..." He saw the woman's hand stopped in mid-air, and for some reason he became less confident, and his voice became weaker and weaker, "Sorry to bother you."
"Hold on."
"Okay, I'll go now—ah?"
Perkin looked up in surprise.
Did the owner of this store just say "wait a moment" instead of "no"?
"Wait, I'm talking about 'love potion', the kind that makes the person who drinks it fall in love with them - are you sure you have it?!"
"My ears are still working for now." The masked boss said lightly.
She pulled out a large bottle from under the cupboard. Pink liquid was bubbling in the bottle. A hint of sweetness immediately filled the air and drifted into Perkin's nose.
He took two deep breaths of air, his voice stammering: "You actually have... Oh my God, goddess..."
"You may not be able to make others fall in love with you, but at least you can give them the illusion. Since all you need is something 'similar to love', I think it's enough." The masked boss' voice was gentle and soothing, as if it contained endless magic power, which soothed Perkin's anxious heart. He calmed down inexplicably, quietly waiting for the boss to take the things, and glanced at the surrounding shelves.
This glance completely glued his eyes to it.
Surprise Bottle: After drinking it, the news you are most looking forward to will appear in front of you in an absurd way, but please be careful to distinguish it - 4000 gold coins.
Clown Potion: After drinking, within ten minutes, your voice will change every three seconds, and you will laugh wildly every ten seconds - 1000 gold coins
Social Expert: Within half an hour after drinking, your words will be elegant, and words over three sentences will automatically turn into poetry - 2000 gold coins
Life Handle: Within ten seconds after taking it, if you do not confess the most recent thing that makes you feel guilty, you will reveal one shameful memory - 6000 gold coins, limited to 1 per person
Thinker's Aroma: After lighting, everyone within a 10-meter radius will fall into a state of philosophical thinking. The two most obviously hostile people will automatically start discussing life. The duration is 10 minutes - 5,000 gold coins
This, this, this, is this a real medicine?
Perkin was stunned.
How could there be a store that sells such strange things!
"Boss, are the product descriptions you gave true?" He hadn't recovered from the shock of the love potion when he was shocked by the things in the store again. He couldn't help but speak, "Don't lie to me. I'm a student majoring in potions. The essence of potions is to reconcile the relationship between materials. There are no materials that can achieve the effects of your potions."
Normal stores sell energy potions that make people alert, stamina potions that increase physical strength, healing potions that treat various diseases, and at most luck potions that improve luck - who would sell clown potions that change a person's voice!
"Besides, your price is too expensive. No one will buy it."
The masked woman smiled. She stopped what she was doing and handed the small bottle of pink potion she had dispensed from the large bottle to Perkin: "Love potion, 2,000 gold coins, please."
Perkin's breath caught in his chest.
Damn it, I just said no one would buy it, but now I’m buying it!
"Two thousand is too expensive." He stepped back. "A pound of bread only costs seven coppers - and I don't even know if your medicine will work."
The masked woman shrugged, took out a thumb-sized mini cup, poured a little potion from the large bottle of love potion, and handed it to Perkin: "Free."
Perkin drank it doubtfully.
The moment it entered his mouth it was only sweet, but within a second, it was as if a thousand roses exploded in his throat, and a strong floral fragrance permeated from his body to the outside, making him unable to open his eyes.
Perkin was forced to half-close his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly became blurry, but the masked woman in front of him became clear in the mist - it was as if he could see every detail of her.
Spots of light danced on her eyelashes, casting a vague shadow on the white gauze. The skin peeked through the holes in the gauze was as white as pearl, and the shadows on the side of her face fell down, and the bright red lips fell in the center of vision, making people unable to look away.
His heart began to beat uncontrollably, but it paused for a second when he finished describing the figure of the person in front of him. The sweet aroma completely occupied his brain at this moment, as if a whole honey pot was placed on his head, marinating every inch of his skin.
"I like you." He confessed uncontrollably, stumbling forward, squatting down, trying to hold the woman's hanging robe, "I, I——"
"Bang!"
The woman kicked him back to reality.
"No, you don't." The boss retracted his legs, the outline of his lips faintly visible from under the mask, opening and closing, "It's just an illusion from the potion."
"2,000 gold coins, please."
Perkin covered his pounding chest, silently looking at his kicked head in a trance, and muttered, "Okay, okay..."
He got up groggily and wrote a check for 2,000 gold coins to the boss. The boss seemed to feel a little sorry and stuffed a few small bottles into his pack when he packed the potion.
"This is a trial pack for other potions. If you like it, you can buy it back." She said gently, and ushered Perkin out the door. "Goodbye, and good luck."
Perkin suddenly woke up after being blown by the cold wind from the outside. The sweet fragrance and restlessness created by the potion gradually disappeared. He knew clearly that everything just now was the effect of the drug, but he still couldn't help but recall the brief touch just now.
"Well, then, will your store remain open?" He suddenly turned around, anxiously blocked the door, and asked the boss inside, "I will come back, I will definitely buy again!"
"It depends on your luck." The masked woman chuckled. "Good luck to you."
......
Beaujolais College, Lab.
Bertram leaned against the table boredly, waiting for his friend to pack up his things: "Shelly, you are really slow."
"You can go first." Shelly said calmly. He placed the ice coffin steadily in the corner, and then cast spells around it. Complex magic threads intertwined in the air, and finally gradually shrank and attached to the transparent coffin.
"You look like a pervert now." Bertram shivered at the cold air that spread suddenly. He turned his head and looked at his increasingly silent friend. He saw Shirley with his eyes lowered, stroking the hair of the person in the coffin devoutly with his hand.
Bertram: "...No, I was wrong, you're not like that, you're just a pervert"
"Shut up." Shelly said coldly. He once again strengthened the protection around the ice coffin and set up an instrument to detect life signs in real time. Bertram, who was once again bored, flipped through the notebook on the man's desk and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Love potion? You can research this."
Shelly froze in place.
"Edith researched it." He said, lowering his head.
Bertram immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. He put down the book and bowed repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know—"
"fine."
......
"Look at this." The teacher, who was wearing the same black robe for thousands of years, raised his eyebrows and threw him a medicine bottle. "The love potion I discussed with you before is ready."
"Hmm? What is the mechanism?" 20-year-old Shelly smelled the potion and frowned. "I don't remember any herbs or creatures that have the effect of love—"
"It releases a sweet aroma that makes your head dizzy, and a moderate amount of irritating gas forces you to squint. Combined with a small amount of hallucinogenic pollen, the things in front of you become hazy, and you can instantly lock your sight on the person in front of you." Edith had a smug smile on her face and shook the bottle in her hand. "Add a small amount of herbs that stimulate blood circulation, and your heartbeat will speed up. Naturally, you will have the illusion that 'the person in front of you makes my heartbeat faster', thus achieving the effect of a 'pseudo love potion'."
"So, it's essentially a deception, and it won't make the person who drinks the drug feel good about the person in front of them." Shelly concluded calmly, "A person with a strong will will definitely reveal his true thoughts instead of being led by the drug."
"Ha, you haven't tried it yet, don't jump to conclusions." The teacher's hair shone in the sunlight, and her confidence was evident in her words, "I have carefully adjusted the proportions of each material--"
“——I’ll try.”
Shelly took the potion directly from Edith and drank the whole tube without changing his expression. Edith looked at him in astonishment: "Oh no, you really tried--"
"I like you."
Shelly put down the medicine tube in his hand, and the remaining liquid flowed down the tube wall into the palm of his hand. At this time, a blush spread from the tip of his ear to his cheek. Shelly's face was expressionless, his lips were not curved, but his eyes were fixed on Edith, and he repeated, "I like you."
The teacher in front of me seemed to be stunned for a moment, but the pause was very short, so short that in the next second, she clapped her legs and laughed happily: "I told you this potion would work!"
"Compared with me in refining medicine, you are far worse. I win, hahahahahahahaha—"
Shelly: “….”
Tell the dog what you want.
......
"Ha." Shelly, who was guarding the ice coffin, suddenly laughed twice with his head down, and Bertram, who was standing next to him, was startled.
'"I promise I won't touch your things again!" he screamed. "Don't be crazy!"
Shelly: “…”
This person is so annoying.
He calmed himself down, stood up and looked at the calendar beside him.
"School starts in two days."
"Yes, to be exact, the new students will start school tomorrow," Bertram quickly replied, "but tomorrow they will only have to attend the freshman ceremony and announce their grades. There will be no classes, so they won't need us for the time being."
He sighed twice, "Reading out the results and rankings in front of all the new students, standing up one by one to receive the transcripts and examiner's comments... Wow, just listening to it is so exciting - are you coming?"
"Not interested."
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