Chapter 79: All Routine
Conclusion: 1. The moon silver processing needs to be more thorough. Add a high-frequency magic resonance crushing step (duration +15 seconds, intensity increased by one level).
2. The timing of adding the flame petals can be delayed by 0.5 seconds until the moon silver energy is completely stable.
3. Consider introducing a trace amount of 'Ice Moss' powder as a buffer to neutralize sudden energy spikes? This remains to be verified.
Waste residue analysis: Abnormally high concentrations of 'corrosive sulfur' and 'magic silver charred matter' were detected, confirming that the core of the energy conflict is the uncontrolled coupling of metallic mutation and fire properties..."
Benjamin stared at the crystal, his expression becoming more and more excited, and the speed at which the quill pen he was using to take notes flew faster and faster.
Although he now looks rather disheveled, the excitement gleaming in his eyes reflects the wizard's purest desire and lust for conquest of unknown mysteries.
After completely recording the experience of this potion-making, cleaning up the mess, and repairing the corrosion marks on the protective plate, Benjamin felt his eyes burning.
"Senior..."
A slightly timid voice came from the side, and Benjamin's attention finally turned from the wreckage of the failed potion.
"Um?"
Turning around, I saw several young apprentices wearing Potions badges standing stiffly on the side.
Seeing that Benjamin's attention had turned to him, the leading apprentice swallowed his saliva, then mustered up the courage to say, "Well... the instructor said that we will be doing a practice next and will be using this operating room..."
During this process, the other apprentices' eyes kept switching back and forth between Benjamin and the pile of potions on the table next to him.
Benjamin could clearly feel the irrepressible envy and admiration in these people's eyes.
This is quite normal. After all, the potions he made are extremely valuable during the wizard apprenticeship stage, and many of them are even effective for first-level wizards.
However, compared to this matter, Benjamin is more concerned about another issue.
"Huh? Doesn't your next class start in five days?" He looked confused.
The apprentices looked at each other in confusion. "Um...that's what we said five days ago..."
"ah?"
Benjamin was stunned. All his thoughts on the potion were now focused. The precise biological clock brought by his huge mental power made him understand immediately - he had indeed been here for five days.
I had clearly just come here to ask the Potions teacher some questions and wanted to try my hand at it, but I didn't expect that so much time would pass?
Recently, it happened that new apprentices were enrolled, and the wizards in the potion department began to teach the basics again, so Benjamin came along to attend the class.
Facts have proved that the potion wizards in the academy are quite capable. Even though he is learning basic knowledge, Benjamin still feels that he has benefited a lot.
Looking at the table beside him filled with samples of potions that he had tried to make over the past few days, Benjamin had the illusion that time had passed without a trace in the mountains.
He has reached the stage now where he has no problem going without food, water or sleep for more than ten days.
As long as you can hold on, you can basically continue your research.
Thinking of this, Benjamin realized the lack of mental power in his body.
Feeling the tingling sensation in his brain, Benjamin understood. After all, he had been concentrating intensely for five consecutive days, so it was natural for such a situation to occur.
"No wonder the failure rate of the potion making process has been so high..."
Shaking his head, Benjamin nodded to the apprentices: "Is that so... I understand. Thank you for reminding me."
He rubbed his brows, casually put the notebook in his arms, and pushed open the door of the Potions Laboratory.
"Senior! You forgot to take these potions!"
"No need. I'll give those to you as compensation for occupying the operating room during this period of time."
Ignoring the excited new Potions apprentices behind him, Benjamin looked at the apprentices hurriedly passing by in the corridor in a daze and took a step to leave.
Just as he left the Potions Building and was about to go to his laboratory to rest, he saw a familiar figure on the road.
"Jereming?!" Amy's voice was filled with surprise. She was carrying a box of gold, obviously preparing to go to the alchemy classroom. "How did you get out of here? Did you blow up the crucible in there?"
Her eyes widened playfully, and she pointed to a window in the Potions building where black smoke was billowing.
"Although the last refining attempt failed, it wasn't such a big mistake."
Benjamin smiled tiredly and didn't explain too much: "I'm planning to build my third witchcraft model, so I came to learn from the potion department."
"Now?" Amy tilted her head, then nodded in agreement. "Now is indeed a good time. I can take classes with the freshmen."
"Come to think of it, you're looking more and more like Mr. Clark now."
As if she noticed the weariness on Benjamin's face, she didn't want to continue the conversation. Instead, she checked the time on her wrist and her expression changed. "Oh, I have to turn in my assignment quickly. Instructor Clark must be waiting anxiously. If you have time in the next few days, would you like to come and help me with my 'staff' for a few days? It's quite interesting!"
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Now it was Benjamin's turn to tilt his head in confusion: "Do I still need someone to help me during class?"
"Yes, yes! Have you forgotten? The accident that happened during our first alchemy class."
Amy winked at him, then pulled out a piece of silvery-white metal from under a box of gold.
“…Fuck! That was also a shill?!” The distant memory came to him, making Benjamin’s eyes widen in shock.
"That's right! Mentor Clark said that only practical examples can impress these new apprentices!" Amy waved at him, picked up a large box of gold and walked briskly.
"I don't want to chat with you anymore. It's time. I have to go to the experiment first."
Benjamin blinked and stopped abruptly on his way out.
Although his head still felt a little tingling, his desire to watch the fun made him wait here.
He didn't have to wait here too long. After a while, Benjamin saw two silver-white puppets dragging Amy, who was pretending to be dead, towards the gate of the Alchemy Building not far away.
At this moment, Amy looked like she had just experienced a huge explosion. Her body and face were inlaid with silver-white metals. These metals even grew together with her flesh and blood, looking extremely terrifying.
However, when being dragged past Benjamin, Amy suddenly opened her eyes and winked at him playfully, then quickly closed her eyes again and continued to pretend to be dead very professionally.
"...Tsk, the city is full of tricks, they're all actors!"
After shaking his body and rubbing his face, Benjamin staggered towards the laboratory.
(End of this chapter)
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