Chapter 77

A higher-grade healing potion? Jiang Junming connected what Teacher Seville said with the so-called "impurities" he heard in the optical brain, and it seemed he understood something.

Seeing that Jiang Junming was not speaking, Seville also knew the value of a new potion formula and did not press further. He just gave Jiang Junming a deep look and said, "You are good, very good. No wonder they all want to change your faith. You are indeed worth it."

This evaluation... already exceeded Seville's praise for Idria, even for Tireda. The boys who were just gloating fell silent, all recalling Seville's words. You are good, very good, you are worth it.

Each word was like a slap in Tireda's face. What is this? What is this? His potion, not even the color was pure, how could it be a higher-grade healing potion? Moreover, using low-grade herbs like honeysuckle and summer枯草, how could it possibly be a higher-grade potion?

His face felt hot and painful. At this moment, Tireda vaguely remembered that Master Edarafu, whom he had heard of before, seemed to be a high-level alchemist. Could it be that Seville thought... Tireda did not want to think further, the more he thought, the more he felt humiliated, it was a blatant mockery. The calm and composed expression he had just now was gone, the muscles on Tireda's face twisted, looking like a monster.

"Alright, class is dismissed." After saying this, Seville gave Jiang Junming a deep look and left the classroom in a daze.

The first class ended so abruptly, what next? The boys didn't know what to do. Some looked at Jiang Junming curiously, some with jealousy. After a while, a teacher in a green robe came to the classroom and said, "That's all for today's class, go back to your respective churches. Rest well, don't be late tomorrow morning."

That's it, it seems the courses at the Church Academy are not too tight. Jiang Junming, while recalling the process of making the stamina potion, packed up his things and walked out.

"What did you make?" Little Price walked out of the classroom with Jiang Junming and asked in a low voice.

"Uh... I don't know what Teacher Seville meant. You saw the materials, I don't know what went wrong either." Jiang Junming pushed all the responsibility away. The optical brain's matter couldn't be explained to anyone, no matter who. But such a show of prowess...

"I was an apprentice at the Wilderness Herb Shop for two years. Maybe the potion-making method of Apothecary Stem is different from others." Jiang Junming said with a smile.

Little Price originally didn't believe Jiang Junming, but both the potion and the equipment were standard items provided by the Church Academy, it was impossible to fake. Maybe it was as Jiang Junming said, Little Price didn't ask further, and the two chatted as they walked out of the Church Academy gate.

Priestess Elaina was not there. After saying goodbye to Little Price, Jiang Junming identified the direction and headed towards the Care Church. Although he had only been there once, it wasn't difficult.

On the way, Jiang Junming recalled the process of making the potion, every detail replayed in his mind. This process of recall was also a form of improvement, as he had learned from his teachers in college. Since there was nothing to do while walking, he might as well repeat and familiarize himself with the process of making the stamina potion.

While passing through the slums, Jiang Junming saw a boy of about six or seven years old lying by the ditch. He was emaciated, his clothes barely covering his body, clearly suffering from a serious illness, barely alive. Under the tattered clothes, new and old scars overlapped, whether from being beaten or scratched by something.

Whose child, just thrown by the roadside like this? Jiang Junming felt pity, walked to the child, picked him up, and felt his pulse. Fortunately, although very weak, he was still alive.

"What a pitiful child." An old woman passing by saw Jiang Junming holding the child, thinking he was a kind person, and said softly.

"Excuse me, what happened to this child? Was he abandoned by his family?"

It didn't make sense, if abandoned, it would mostly be newborns. For a seven or eight-year-old child, even if they had an incurable illness, the family wouldn't have the heart to do this, usually waiting for them to die and then burying them somewhere. Throwing them by the roadside was strange.

"Ah, this is the work of thieves. These children are kidnapped by thieves and trained to be pickpockets. If they get an incurable illness, the thieves won't spend money on them, let alone seek help from a priest. They just throw them here, and they will die by night. Ah, truly pitiful." The old woman chattered, but when she saw two thugs ahead, she immediately stopped, lowered her head, and walked away as if she hadn't seen anything.

So that's how it is. Jiang Junming picked up the child, intending to take him back to the Care Church for treatment. Through the experience of using the invigorating potion to save Linx in the journey from Moonlight City to Dusk City, and what Teacher Seville said today, Jiang Junming had some understanding of the "impurities" mentioned by the optical brain. Perhaps the invigorating potion could save this child's life, Jiang Junming thought. Even if it doesn't work, he had to do something to feel at ease.

Holding the child, Jiang Junming walked through the slums. Two thugs saw Jiang Junming trying to take the child away, exchanged glances, and blocked his path.

"Kid, mind your own business!"

"This is our person, you want to take him away? Did you ask for our permission?"

The two thugs said rudely.

"Child is dying, instead of leaving him to die, let me take him to the Care Church for treatment. If it doesn't work, I will handle his body properly after he dies." Jiang Junming replied calmly.

"Hmm? Care Church?" One of the thugs was a bit hesitant when he heard Jiang Junming mention the Care Church.

"Kid, I'm telling you, don't bring the church into this. This child is ours, if you want to take him, it's not impossible to negotiate. Give us twenty copper coins, and we'll pretend we didn't see you. If you don't, you'll be in trouble today." The other thug, seeing Jiang Junming's thin and weak appearance and that he was alone, didn't take the Care Church seriously, spitting out his words.

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