Chapter 10. Poison pollution, the purpose of making money
Here's your money, keep it safe.
Old William took out 85 silver beads and handed them over to Brock.
After receiving the money, Brock felt quite satisfied.
He used to work hard to help others with their homework, but his savings barely amounted to more than 1 golden nara in six months.
Now, growing magic potions, his half-month income was almost equivalent to his previous half-year income!
But Brock knew very well that not all cultivators can make money like he does.
Various unexpected situations can cause problems with magical potions, ultimately leading to a complete loss of capital.
Brock had a code of magical potions that allowed him to learn the status of magical potions in real time, allowing him to grow near-perfect magical potions.
100% success in growing, combined with super-high-quality quality, made Brock's profit several times higher than that of ordinary growing wizards!
It's a pity that my dormitory is too small, the growing area is limited.
Brock was very sorry, he wanted to expand the area of his cultivation, but his dormitory was only so big.
As for renting a house, Brock currently has no flight equipment or special vehicles, so he could not return home at any time like noble young wizards.
If he had to think about balance of study, he could only rent a house near the Huton Wizards Academy.
Since ancient times, house prices in school districts have been ridiculously high.
The monthly rent for a nearby house is likely to be equivalent to a six-month tuition fee.
In addition, the Academy of Wizards of Guton created magical formations that made natural energy abundant.
If he rented a house outside, he would have to create his own, otherwise, with a lack of natural energy such as earth, wind, water, and fire, magical potions would not be able to grow.
In addition, growing magic potions alone and combating contamination with magic potions were also a problem.
'Everything costs money.'
Brock sighed slightly, suppressing his distracting thoughts and no longer thinking too much.
Currently, Brock's top priority has still been his tuition fees.
Anything else could be solved later.
Brock then spent 9 silver beams to buy 30 grams of spores of blood-faced leaf mushrooms from Old William.
Then he said goodbye to Old William and spent almost 20 silver beams on fertilizer, animal blood, and various soil preparation items.
Carrying these things, Brock returned to his dorm.
The next day.
With previous experience, to avoid the stench that bothered his neighbors, Brock pulled a small cart up a back mountain to spread the stems of a magic potion.
Then he went back to his dorm and started preparing the ground.
After the first harvest of blood-faced leaf mushroom, the second harvest may also grow, but the success rate will drop sharply, which will not be worth the effort.
So the best way was to transplant it.
To transplant the soil, you only had to inactivate the existing mycelium, then replenish the magical power and correct it a little.
This time, Brock planned to make full use of the remaining space on his balcony.
He doubled the number of mushrooms with a blood face.
By then, the entire balcony was almost full.
It's not like Brock doesn't want to grow them indoors.
However, as they grow, magical potions will consume a large amount of natural energy and create pollution.
According to the documented information.
Pollution from the Blue Star grass was called the Dream of the Star River; those affected by it dreamed of a shiny star river, and as pollution worsens, they will never wake up again.
Pollution from a leafy mushroom with a bloody face was called a Shy Curse; infected people had blood seeping from their faces, and in severe cases, the bleeding could not be stopped, leading to death from bleeding.
Of course, these two magical potions were low-grade and low-quality, so their contamination was not obvious, and the problems became noticeable only in closed conditions or in large-scale cultivation.
Therefore, growing them in an open area such as a balcony, relying on the effect of cleaning the magical education of the Guton Academy of Wizards, was enough to quickly wash away the accumulated pollution.
Besides, Brock was a wizard himself, with a strong physique, so overall he'd be fine.
That's why Brock didn't grow magic potions in his room; at a young age, he didn't want to get some strange disease for no reason.
After planting a new batch of leaf mushroom with a bloody face.
Brock looked at the balcony, estimating that both the blue star grass and the blood-faced mushroom would mature in half a month.
It was predictable that the massive maturation of these two magical potions would greatly increase Brock's strength.
And a potential second phase of feedback.
All this really excited Brock.
It's time for classes.
Wednesday afternoon was a lesson on "The Basic Theory of Energy."
He mainly taught basic theories of four fundamental elementary energies - earth, wind, water, and fire - as well as natural energies like the sun, moon, stars, forests, and mountains.
This class was quite important.
After all, among the three main elements of spells - mental strength, magical power, and natural energy - none of them can be lacking.
Understanding and controlling natural energy directly determined the speed of spell success and their power.
Natural energy has also played a crucial role in growing the magic potion.
Brock listened very carefully, taking notes quickly, understanding and digesting information.
When the classes were over, teacher Jacques, who was in charge of the Basic Energy Theory class, set homework and then left.
As usual, noble young wizards in the front row, holding their homework textbooks, approached Brock.
Brock stood one step ahead of them and said,
Sorry, everyone, I've been busy with other things recently and won't be able to do your homework.
As soon as he said that, many noble young wizards, accustomed to being lazy, looked at each other, some regretted, some worried, and some displeased.
However, as nobles, they may be spoiled, but in public they would not stoop to getting someone to do their homework.
A group of noble young wizards left dejected.
Chester said anxiously:
Brock, you lost your sponsorship and refused to help the nobles with their homework, but what about your living expenses?
Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
Brock knew Chester was worried about him, so he explained it with a smile.
Back in the day, doing homework was one of Brock's few sources of income.
But now, the cultivation of magic potions has begun.
Since he could make money by growing magic potions, he naturally had to give up the low-profit work of doing homework for others.
The time saved could be spent perfecting, learning spells, and absorbing knowledge to make Brock better.
After all, Brock's goal in making money was not the money itself.
But become a wizard!
Chester looked at Brock and said with a touch of emotion, 'Brock, you seem to have changed.'
Brock was a little amazed, a little curious, 'How did I change?'
Chester carefully examined him, 'You may have become more confident and collected.'
Brock was quite surprised by Chester's answer, and then suddenly realized.
Brock knew the root of his changes was a magical code of potions.
It was the advent of a magical code of potions that gave Brock full confidence.
He was sure that with a magical code of potions, his future life would definitely be different!
After eating in the cafeteria and saying goodbye to Chester, Brock returned to his dorm to continue cultivating Mind Acceleration, one of the wizard's three main spells.
Over the past half-month, Brock has consistently practiced mind acceleration.
With his physical strength soaring yesterday and the problem of basic pollution solved, Brok's cultivation efficiency has improved significantly.
He could vaguely feel that over the next day or two, he could master the spell of Accelerating Mind.
Keep going.
Brock closed his eyes, calmed distracting thoughts through meditation, and officially began his cultivation throughout the day.