Chapter 8

In the alchemy laboratory, there was not a single sound, as if time itself had frozen. The air was filled only with the soft popping of bubbles from the test tubes.

Lei Meng just kept waiting, waiting for the final moment to arrive. But this time, Lei Meng waited for a very long time, so long that he became impatient. It was then that a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Eh?" Lei Meng, who had been waiting with his eyes closed for death, initially thought it was a hallucination when he heard the voice. But then he realized that hallucinations couldn't be so real and so annoying.

So, Lei Meng opened his eyes again.

Then Lei Meng saw that the bastard who should have been buried in the magical explosion was standing there as if nothing had happened, still holding the test tube that made his heart race. But this time, Lei Meng had no time to worry about the test tube; his mind was filled with questions: Why, why, why, in the high temperature of several hundred degrees, did the red coral solution, which had clearly gone out of control, remain intact in the test tube?

Lei Meng now felt his mind was a mess, like a pot of boiling porridge. The red coral solution not reacting to high temperatures was something Lei Meng really couldn't accept. It was an insult to his alchemical knowledge. The alchemy professor at Okland Academy had repeatedly emphasized that red coral must never be dissolved, and the resulting solution must never come into contact with high temperatures.

Either he had seen it wrong, or the professor had been wrong. Compared to the latter, Lei Meng would rather believe that everything he had seen was a hallucination.

But...

As if to prove that it wasn't a hallucination, that real and annoying voice came again, and this time it sounded clearly impatient: "Why is it taking so long to treat a few glass bottles with magic?"

Saying this, he walked over with the test tube filled with red coral solution.

"You... don't come over!" Lei Meng was startled and instinctively tried to stop him, but he quickly realized that if it was going to explode, it would have done so already. So he changed his words: "I'll bring it to you..."

Lei Meng immediately regretted his words...

He was too spineless. Being forced to do hard labor was one thing, but then to eagerly deliver it was simply a loss of dignity!

The problem was that once the words were out, they couldn't be taken back. So Lei Meng had to endure the humiliation and complete the final magical treatment, then endure the humiliation again to hand the glass bottles to the bastard.

To show that he still had some dignity, Lei Meng placed the glass bottles heavily on the alchemy table. He had planned to give a cold snort, but when he looked up, he saw the red test tube, and his heart raced so much that he couldn't manage it. He just looked at Lin Yun with a look of anger and fear.

Lin Yun had no time to care about what Lei Meng was thinking. He took the glass bottles that had already been treated with magic and lined them up on the alchemy table. He evenly poured the red coral solution into the glass bottles, and the whole process made Lei Meng's eyes twitch.

After finishing this, Lin Yun finally put down the dangerous test tube and began to sort a pile of cheap magical materials. He ground some dried knot flowers into powder, extracted the juice from seven-leaf grass with a filter cup, and spread a handful of moonlight sand on a piece of white paper. After a few simple incantations, the moonlight sand began to emit a soft glow...

As the light gradually became brighter, Lin Yun's actions became faster. The juice of the seven-leaf grass was poured into the glass bottles, and the red coral solution, after being diluted, became less vivid. When the powder of the knot flowers was also mixed in, the pungent smell gradually disappeared.

When the moonlight sand's glow disappeared, seven glass bottles filled with a light red liquid were revealed in a misty haze...

"My God..."

Lei Meng, who had been regretting his lack of dignity, opened his mouth wider and wider as he looked up. His face was filled with a dazed expression, and he was completely stunned. The way he looked at Lin Yun, with a straight and fearful gaze, was as if he were looking at some kind of monster!

This... this... this can't be the multicolored potion!

Lei Meng remembered very clearly that a few months ago, when he had just advanced to the rank of mage, the academy had rewarded him by allowing him to enter the Okland Laboratory for a week of study. There, he witnessed a completely different world. It was the academic center of the kingdom, with two Archmages and seven Great Alchemists. It was said that the true head of the Okland Laboratory was even a Master... Their existence made the Okland Laboratory a holy place in the hearts of countless mages and alchemists.

When Lei Meng entered, he truly felt like he was on a pilgrimage.

That week was like a dream for Lei Meng. Being in the academic center of the kingdom, he could see legendary figures every day. If he was lucky, he could even occasionally hear their discussions and observe their research. For Lei Meng, this was a wealth that would last a lifetime.

Few people had the opportunity that Lei Meng had. Whether Archmages or Great Alchemists, they were at the pinnacle of their fields. To some extent, they had transcended the mundane. A casual word from them could make a mage like Lei Meng suddenly enlightened, or even save him years of detours.

Lei Meng still remembered that on the third afternoon of that week, he had the chance to observe a potion-making session by the Great Alchemist Gustav. It was a multicolored potion, specifically used to purify the impurities of the magic vortex. For mages who had already reached the pinnacle and were eager to break through the magic vortex to become Great Mages, the value of this multicolored potion was immeasurable.

It was a miracle of alchemy, and for Lei Meng, who had witnessed the miracle, every detail was worth cherishing. The young mage even felt that even after several decades, he would not forget any of it.

It was still far from several decades, and Lei Meng naturally remembered everything even more clearly.

Perhaps because he remembered it so clearly, Lei Meng was so out of sorts...

The seven glass bottles on the alchemy table, whether by the smell they emitted or the magical fluctuations they produced, were exactly the same as the multicolored potion he had seen back then!

This meant that the magic apprentice who had been stuck at level nine for years was not only a mage who had mastered at least two magical abilities but was also likely a highly skilled potion alchemist!

This joke was really too big...

As a mage, Lei Meng knew that both magic and alchemy required a large amount of time. Talent in these fields did not have a decisive significance. No matter how outstanding a genius, they needed time to accumulate knowledge and to hone their skills. No one could skip this process.

Among the many branches of alchemy, potion alchemy was the most time-consuming. A vast number of formulas, repeated experiments, and countless failures were required for every potion alchemist to grow. Therefore, the youngest potion alchemist in the Andalusian Kingdom was at least thirty years old.

This was already a limit. Without the experience and knowledge accumulated over many years, it was impossible to enter the hall of potion alchemy.

But this young Master Merlin was only twenty years old, young to the point of being outrageous. If he was truly a potion alchemist, then at his age, he was almost destined to become a Great Alchemist in the future!

He had almost attacked a future Great Alchemist...

Thinking of this, cold sweat dripped from Lei Meng's forehead.

This wasn't a joke...

Perhaps he should take the initiative, admit his mistake, and apologize to seek forgiveness with a sincere attitude?

Although this would make him seem spineless, he couldn't afford to care about that. His dignity had already been trampled on, and a little more wouldn't make much of a difference.

Yes, that's what he would do.

So Lei Meng started to rack his brain again. Since his dignity was going to be trampled on anyway, he might as well think about how to do it better...

However, before Lei Meng could think it through, Lin Yun had already finished his work.

The alchemy table was cleaned spotlessly, and the used alchemy tools were sorted and put away, including the crucible he had picked up from the trash. This was a habit Lin Yun had developed in the end times. In that resource-scarce era, even a grain-sized mana crystal was a huge wealth. Lin Yun, who had lived in such harsh conditions, could not tolerate any waste.

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I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a happy family reunion. There will be another chapter tonight. On such a festive day, I won't roll around today.

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