Central school building, sage courtyard, and venue for the preliminary round of the Rainbow Bottle Competition.
The light purple tiles and white bricks look quiet and beautiful. The open space in the courtyard, which was sparsely populated in the past, is now filled with tables and instruments. The surrounding area and the upper floors of the building are also filled with students who come to watch.
Since this is one of the first competitions that second-year students have encountered in the new semester, many students signed up with curiosity. Together with the students from higher grades, there are about 300 participants. Therefore, the competition will have two preliminary rounds, which will not test anything else but some basic operating procedures to screen out those students who are just making up the numbers.
Several teachers stood between the building and the field to monitor the competition and prevent cheating. There were also some members of the Order Department around to maintain order and provide protection. Most of these members were around Sequence 6, and were fourth or fifth grade students. They were very powerful and also formed the school's violent department.
"......Then, the preliminary round officially begins." After the examiner read out the long rules, the competition finally began.
The first preliminary round involved the preparation of a Hemostatic and Healing Potion (Bronze Level), a common potion requiring a large production and high consumption. Sufficient raw materials were readily available, requiring students to create their own potion. Afterward, the potion was labeled and submitted to the instructor for review. Students with an average score of 80 or above advanced to the next round.
After the competition started, the students did not waste any time and started to work. Then various sounds began to be heard in the venue, including the sound of grinding materials, glass colliding, hot water boiling, and even explosions.
All the contestants were busy at once. Meanwhile, many students watching were discussing their favorite winners.
"When it comes to alchemy and medicine making, the most proficient ones are the Magic Sequence and the Nature Sequence, followed by the Angel Sequence and the Undead Sequence. Regarding today's champion, do you have any opinions?" A slightly fat oriental student holding a feather fan was pointing and talking to the people behind him on the top floor of the library.
A student in a dark green uniform spoke first, "I saw Senior Lamb from the Walled City Academy. He won last year with his [Celery Hair Growth Potion], and he's sure to achieve another success this year."
The oriental student waved his folding fan, sighed, and shook his head, saying, "No, Senior Bald Lamb, it was due to his own illness that he devoted many years of research to finally develop a medicine. However, his previous efforts have been exhausted, and it is difficult to develop a new medicine."
A student in an ultramarine uniform stepped forward and said, "Head of the Tower, a prodigy of the century, admired by both teachers and students. Senior Gene, you deserve to be crowned the champion."
"Alchemy genius, three-color magic puppet, although Senior Gene is good at alchemy, he has little experience in pharmaceutical manufacturing. He participated in the competition occasionally, probably just casually, and has no intention of winning the championship." The student shook his head again.
"My senior from the Temple Academy, Errol, once created the ancient mercury recipe [Soul-Condensing Potion], which was praised by the sage and rated as a rare gold item. He may be able to win the championship in this competition."
The oriental student fanned his feather fan, clapped his hands, and commented, "The Mercury Era is a time of great difference between the past and the present. The world is ever-changing, and materials are hard to find. Using old principles to create new medicines is a challenge due to the scarcity of raw materials. It's difficult to get a high score, and even harder to win the championship."
"We are not sure who will take first place in your opinion."
Seeing that the proposed candidates had been rejected one by one, everyone began to ask questions in return. Of course, some students watched these pedantic conversations with considerable impatience.
"Hurry up and speak, little fat boy, and stop waving your fan. If you can't satisfy everyone, don't even think about leaving today."
"That's right, I hate people who don't speak properly the most."
Some students slowly approached the oriental student waving a feather fan. Seeing that things were not going well, the latter raised his hand and called for a stop. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to think quickly, preparing to say something to appease those who were angered by him.
"Ahem... Gentlemen, please listen to me." The classmate took a deep breath, and then his body slowly floated up like a balloon.
"As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. I heard that the 'Poisonous Cornus' club at City Walled Academy has been researching and developing new poisons for many years, and recently found a new member with precise perception to operate the manufacturing. With sufficient preparations, they have a good chance of winning the championship." The student holding the feather fan changed his tone this time and spoke politely.
"That's it?" A sturdy man stepped forward and continued.
"I thought there were some profound theories and new ideas, is this all?"
Seeing that the big hand was about to capture the little fat boy, the student spoke again.
"Wait a minute." He cleared his throat and started thinking again.
"In ancient times, during the Mercury Dynasty, all alchemy masters were witches. Now, the Walled City Academy has a new witch named Osuna. I think she is also a leader." Under tension, the student's way of speaking changed again.
"What? There are witches as students in our school? Why haven't I heard of them?" Some students from other colleges exclaimed. At this time, everyone's attention was attracted by this news, and no one touched the little fat boy for a while.
"Really?" Many people don't believe it. After all, this is too novel. Aren't witches only found in history or legends?
"It seems to be true. I heard it from some classmates." Several students from Chengba Academy answered hesitantly.
“Then we have to look forward to it this year.”
Putting aside the discussions among the audience members upstairs in the hall, the contestants in the courtyard below were entering the final stages of their production.
Roland Hill, dressed in a red and black dress and a black hooded robe, stood out in the crowd. She gently shook the potion, carefully sensing the changes within. As the potion in the test tube in her hand rippled and mixed, bubbles bubbled, and the color shifted from dark to light, finally settling to a clear, dark red.
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