Chapter 5. The Dark Wizard
The splendor blood-faced mushroom is a magical potion of student level, rich in vitality. The raw liquid extracted is the main ingredient for making medicinal potions.
The Blue Star grass's ability to increase magical power through feedback may be due to the magical power it contains.
So Brock wanted to plant Blood-faced Mushroom to see if he could get feedback through the code of magic potions and improve his physical performance.
Seeing Brock's interest, Old William explained, 'The mushroom magic potion controversy is not easy to grow and the price is quite high, at 3 gold nara per kilogram.'
Brock nodded a bit. That price was normal, but he couldn't afford it.
Brock scratched his head helplessly and said shamelessly,
Grandpa William, can you sell me 10 grams?
'Yes, I can.'
Since their relationship became familiar, Old William didn't mind, but he still reminded him:
'Blood-faced mushroom, like a magic mushroom-type potion, is very delicate and the difficulty of planting it is not low.
In addition to soil preparation, it is also necessary to constantly water animals with blood, which entails a lot of costs. Be careful not to lose everything.'
Old William's advice was very appropriate.
If he didn't have a magic potion code, Brock would honestly plant Blue Star grass. As soon as his landing success rate improved, he rented a yard, tried a large-scale planting, secured income, and then tried other things.
But now, with a code of magical potions on hand, Brock wanted to grow more magical potions to improve his abilities, so he naturally had to change his strategy.
The landing of Bloody-faced Mushroom was something Brock thought carefully about. He already understood the challenges he would face in various aspects, and did not hesitate, sincerely speaking:
Grandpa William, I want to try it.
'Come on.'
Old William didn't talk him into it anymore. In his opinion, young people should try more. Success is the best thing, but failure can also be a valuable experience.
10 grams of spores of the blood-blood mushroom cost 3 silver bucks.
After paying Old William and getting arguments, he was going to leave,
Old William reminded Brock,
Little Brock, don't leave the academy if you've got nothing to do lately. A group of Dark Wizards has arrived in the Emerald City.'
Brock stopped like he was dug in.
Dark magic is a broad concept. They have no moral principles, and for the sake of power, they are not shy about touching taboos such as evil gods, necromancy, and experimentation on people.
History knows many cases when the Dark Wizards caused various disasters that led to the destruction of a city or even an entire kingdom.
However, the Emerald City, as a first-level city in the Kingdom of Sangha, with the Guton Academy of Wizards located there, boasts a large collection of wizards, among whom there are many powerful personalities.
What Dark Wizard would dare to riot in a place full of hidden dragons and creeping tigers?
'Are anything up?' Brock asked curiously.
'I don't know. The law enforcement side hid the news and is not going to divulge it.'
Old William would instruct Brock, 'Be careful not to go out if you have nothing to do. At least the academy is safe.'
Brock felt warmth in his heart.
Compared to the dark and tragic characters of the novels he read in a past life,
Brock was always lucky, always meeting people who cared about him. He said to Old William,
Grandpa William, you're taking care of yourself too.
Don't worry, those old bones of mine aren't worth the attention of the Dark Wizard.
Old William grinned and was about to say something else when a customer approached his counter. He took out a booklet from his vault ring, handed it to Brock, and turned to greet the customer.
Brock looked down and saw that it was a handwritten planting diary in which old William described his experience planting a blood leaf mushroom.
Seeing Old William busy, Brock didn't want to bother him. He bowed to Old William and turned to leave.
Great kindness doesn't need words of gratitude. Brock kept his benefactors in his heart and paid them back with practical deeds when he had the chance.
The same was true of Marquis Mark and Old William.
Watching Brock's figure recede, Old William smiled and continued to bargain with the buyer.
After leaving the Old William counter, Brock spent 5 silver beams to buy the animal's blood needed to plant the Bloody-Faced Mushroom.
Magical beasts are special life forms endowed with magic by nature. They often possess powerful bodies and spells bestowed on their ancestry.
Magical beasts are terrible for ordinary people.
But for wizards, magical beasts are moving treasures.
Materials from magical animals can be used as raw materials for making staffs, equipment, and items.
The spells that magical beasts possess, after analysis, by wizards can become means that wizards can use.
The pedigree of magical beasts, after research, may even become the basis for modifying satellite knights and even modifying oneself.
But killing magical beasts is not easy.
Therefore, materials for making magical animals are quite expensive.
The blood Brock bought came from a magical student-level beast called the Iron Horn Bull.
Even though the kingdom of the Iron Horned Bull was low, his blood still cost up to 5 silver tons per kilogram, which is much more expensive than the Blue Star Grass fruits Brock sold.
With blood in his hands, Brock went to the bookstore and spent 80 silver bets to buy a spell.
It was a really big expense for the day.
That's why Brock brought so much money with him.
'Shining moon dew' '
↑ ↑ ↑ "Disciple"
↑ Quality ↑: Low
"The exploratory effect": Releases moon dew that feeds magical potions, causing them to grow rapidly.
The lowest student is a spell of the lowest level.
But compared to small tricks like dust removal, this could already be called a real spell, beginning to have extraordinary characteristics.
For example, Brock won Best Moon Dew.
When used, it can enhance the vitality of magical potions, reduce diseases, and increase the likelihood of success of magical potions.
It was a regular landing spell, cheap, and could be purchased for 80 silver beans.
But the cheapness was relative.
80 silver bunks accounted for almost all of Brock's savings.
The moment he spent them, Brock's heart was bleeding.
But there was no other way out; there was no savings on these costs.
Brock had little time left.
It was early August.
Classes at the Guton Academy of Wizards lasted until December, followed by a two-month winter vacation.
By March next year, Brock had to raise 8 gold bucks to pay for his tuition.
With very little room for error, Brock had to cherish every day.
The best way was to get a scholarship for this semester.
Scholarships were divided into three degrees: first degree - 20 gold bunks, second degree - 12 gold bunks and third degree - 6 gold bunks.
Even the lowest third-rate scholarship would ease Brock's pressure a lot.
To receive a scholarship, you had to get into at least the top thirty of the class at the final exam.
The ranking was determined by the total score calculated from a calculation of 20% for daily performance, 30% for subject exams, and 50% for the general class competition.
Brock could guarantee that he would be in first place in academic performance and subject exam results.
Only competition between classes gave Brock a headache.
These young noble wizards were far superior to Brock in their strength, spells, and technique.
In the first half of the semester, Brock was at the bottom of the class competition and was completely defeated.
Brock's only chance to turn the tide was to plant magical potions with a code of magical potions and get feedback.
He had to do everything he could to improve his strength before the class competition in mid-December.
Only then could he guarantee that his rating would be high enough to receive a scholarship.
Based on this, the importance of the 'Glow Moon Dew' spell becomes apparent.
The ability to use Better Moon Dew can reduce Brock's chances of landing failure, allowing Brock to receive more feedback.
Seeds, animal blood, and spells are all bought.
'There are only soil preparation items left.'
Brock spent the remaining ten-plus silver bets to buy the necessary goods on the market and rushed back to his residence without stopping.