Brandt, who had collected his emotions, picked up the notebook that had fallen to the ground and planned to return to the third underground floor to continue his sprint before the assessment.
As he unconsciously caressed the cover that was not covered in dust, the mage suddenly thought of something! " Master Madrick failed because he couldn't differentiate between thousands of mana streams, and the effect of the mageweath has been fully proven…"
Thinking of this, Brand's heartbeat quickened as he flipped open the second half of the notebook. The clear structure of the mageweath appeared on the paper, and even many of the things to take note of and the difficulties in engraving were clearly marked.
Maybe he could give it a try! Unable to contain his joy, Brand grabbed the notebook and walked quickly to the laboratory on the third underground floor. He also took dozens of bottles of various light magic potions from the storage room on the second underground floor and moved them down.
Don't underestimate the term 'slightly'. It depends on where it is used. Even the cheapest bottle of Minor Magic Potion would cost more than 30 gold coins, and the most expensive one would probably cost hundreds of gold coins. Even as the personal disciple of a master, Brand was reluctant to use any of the bottles. One had to know his limits. His master's love was not to encourage greed.
It shouldn't be a problem to borrow it for the time being, right? Carefully, Brand placed the dozens of magic potions of different colors on the experiment table and opened the caps one by one. If they were easily evaporated in the air, it would not be worth it.
In fact, there was no need for mages to worry. Almost all commonly used magic potions were added with a special neutralizing material. Although it would somewhat affect the effect, it was reasonable for long-term preservation. The light yellow potion was the Light Stamina Potion, which could restore half of an ordinary adult's physical strength in a very short period of time. The purple-red potion was a sleeping potion. After taking it and sleeping for several hourglasses, the recovery of mana would be faster than meditation, but its greatest use was to treat mana exhaustion caused by excessive mana exhaustion.
As for the silver bottle, it was even more amazing. The Purification Potion could not be drunk. As long as it was poured on any metal weapon, it would give the weapon a short-term magical effect. Even a cheap dagger that cost one silver coin could clash head-on with a knight's sword made by a famous craftsman after using the Purification Potion. If the opponent was injured by this weapon, the magic elements contained in the potion would make it difficult for the wound to heal. It was said that the Adventurer's Guild would immediately fight for this potion once it appeared. On the other hand, the sapphire blue Magic Potion that seemed to have more value than practical value was something that all spellcasters wanted. It was infinitely more than the stars in the sky. It was a bit depressing to talk about it. Although everyone's mana and spell cultivation were different, drinking this bottle of Light Mana Potion could support two more 5th or 6th Tier Spells or an 8th Tier Spell.
Brand had once heard his teacher mention that if a mage was forced to use Mana Potions, then it was almost certain that they were at the end of their rope. Swallowing his saliva, the mage examined the last few bottles of crimson potion. Mages who had always looked down on doctors and clerics had suffered heavy casualties in the ten thousand years of bloody war. The pride of mages forced the magic societies of various countries to work together to develop this potion with similar healing effects. The effect was not as mild as the treatment of doctors, nor was it as fast and effective as the clerics. However, no one could casually throw a doctor or clergy into a dimensional bag that they carried with them, right? A Minor Healing Potion would do…
Brand, whose eyes were almost glowing green, finally withdrew his reluctant gaze with difficulty and began his preparations.
First, he had to make sure that his mind could clearly observe the flow of magic power. He skillfully activated his sixth sense and focused his attention on the experiment table. The mana flow that had just begun to flow slowly from the bottle's mouth gradually became clear under the mage's full attention. It surged slightly. Not good! A wave of dizziness washed over him.
Brand, who had barely managed to withdraw from his sixth sense and gradually recovered his five senses, was pale. If Loren saw him, he would probably point at the mage and shout, Pretty boy, the real pretty boy is here."
The mage, who had lost all his image, slumped down and leaned against the table. He panted like a cow, and his face was covered in sweat, soaking the front of his robe. Brand, who had only recovered after a long time, felt that his limbs were somewhat numb and uncontrollable. His fingers were trembling irregularly, and his thighs were trembling. He could not even move his toes. Could it be that he had forcefully used his mind to exceed the limit?
The mage, who had come up with a reasonable explanation, stared at the colorful potion bottle on the table in a daze. A thought appeared in his mind uncontrollably." If it's just a bottle of sleeping potion, it should be fine, right?”
As if he was a thief, the hesitant Brand muttered something in his heart, probably " Teacher, please forgive my unworthy disciple. I'm doing this for the sake of academic research." Then, he closed his eyes and downed the purple-red liquid in the bottle that was the size of a baby's fist. Pouting, Brand shamelessly muttered to himself,
"Why does it taste like fruit juice? If only it was cheaper…"
The effect of the potion finally showed its effect after about fifteen minutes. Brand, who was a little dizzy, pinched himself hard and even used the ancient ink formula to refresh himself…
Finally, after surviving that period of absent-mindedness, Brand, who was gradually clearing his mind, used the power of the potion to open his mind again. With the support of an endless supply of mana, the mage, who was extremely calm, slowly focused his attention on the experiment table. It was fine at the beginning, but as he observed more and more carefully, the flow of mana became clearer and clearer. The feeling of being drained of all his energy once again attacked the mage, who was already prepared.
Clenching his teeth, Brand persisted for a while. Unable to continue, he picked up the remaining two bottles of sleeping potion on the table and poured them into his mouth. However, this time, he was already under high concentration and pressure, so the drowsiness effect of the potion was almost gone before it could take effect.
Time seemed to have frozen. In just a few breaths, Brand seemed to have experienced three days and three nights of hellish flames. However, the mana flow from the bottles of the magic potions on the table was accurately absorbed by the mage.
" I've succeeded…" Brand's face was filled with joy as he fell to the ground.
If it wasn't for Caterina, who had personally brought food to him at night, ringing the bell outside the gate, the mage who had brought this upon himself would probably have been lying on the cold floor the next morning. The bell outside the door was also a magic tool. As long as someone triggered it, the bell on every floor of the Magus Tower would ring.
Even so, if it wasn't for the fact that the girl who refused to give up easily shook him for almost a cup of tea, the dizzy Brand wouldn't have been able to wake up. He staggered back to the hall on the first floor. Although it was called a hall, it was actually only about ten steps wide. If it was any bigger, it would be very difficult to build it. After all, there were still several floors above.
The black-faced girl looked at Brand, who was in a sorry state and looked as if he might faint again at any moment. She could not say a word of reproach. For the first time in her life, the mage, who usually did not have much luxury, was fed dinner by Caterina.
After cleaning up the dishes, Caterina used a towel to carefully wipe the mage's sweaty face, which made Brand suddenly think of his mother, whom he had no impression of…
In the end, the female servant who insisted on staying here for the night set up a recliner in the bedroom on the second floor. The mage could not persuade her, so he had to let her be. The side effects of the potion were also slowly showing. After hurriedly instructing Caterina to help clean up the magic potion bottles in the basement, Brand could no longer resist the fatigue and fell onto the bed without even taking off his shoes.
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