Lord of Plenty

Kun was nearby, watching silently as Grace fiddled with the mixture.

Grace first used an injured jackalope to test the specific medicinal properties of the mixture. She didn't know whether it was because there was too much magic in the mixture or because the vitality contained in it was too strong.

Not only did the injured horned rabbit's wound heal instantly, but an extra rabbit foot grew out of the healed wound, turning it into a deformed rabbit with multiple legs.

The originally docile Jackalope became extremely aggressive and soon exploded into a puddle of living flesh with unique vitality. Even the well-informed Grace did not know whether the Jackalope was considered dead at this moment. .

Grace took out a small sealed box with magic runes engraved on the surface from the medicine cabinet. After opening it, there was a flat worm frozen in ice.

After pouring out the worms, Grace thought for a moment. This time, she only used half the amount of mixture used to treat the horned rabbit's injuries. She saw that the flat worm quickly split after recovering from the frozen state, and one became two, and two Change to four...

In the blink of an eye, it overflowed the box and spurted out like running water. Even Grace was a little panicked this time. These magic-sucking worms were classified as Level 2 dangerous magical experimental creatures by the Mages Association. If one of them escaped, it would be troublesome. That's big.

"Fertile!"

With a gentle stretch of his hand, the sudden surge of demonic insects disappeared without a trace, leaving only two in the end.

Grace couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

These demonic insects are parasitic alien species that can penetrate into the victim's brain to control their behavior. They also have a certain degree of magic resistance and drug resistance, making them very difficult to kill.

Normally, even an intermediate mage certified by the Mage Association cannot apply for such a dangerous magical experimental creature, let alone a pharmacist. It was she who relied on this old face to legally apply for such a dangerous magical experimental creature from the headquarters of the Kingdom Mage Association. Got one there.

Although this kind of magic insect is dangerous, as long as there is a supply of magic power, it can copy itself in large numbers in a short time. However, because it is the same individual, the variables for testing the potion effect will also be reduced, making it a rare and ideal potion experiment material. .

Moreover, this demonic insect also has a characteristic, that is, its life is very short when it does not find a suitable parasitic target, so it can only be temporarily frozen with ice magic, and can be unfrozen when experiments are needed.

Grace skillfully re-frozen the mother worm, and under the influence of the strange mixture, the other schizont survived for half a cup of tea, even if a magic potion was used to speed up its death process.

If this were applied to a human being, it would be equivalent to living half a lifetime longer.

Grace also discovered that the drug resistance produced by the larvae of the demon-sucking worm is very low and can be ignored. In other words, if another half drop of this mysterious liquid is added to the worm, the worm can continue to survive for such a long time. time.

This is simply the legendary universal elixir, an almost perfect elixir of longevity!

"What exactly is this thing?"

With three parts of shock and three parts of desire, the eyes of Grace, who always showed a kind image, showed no less enthusiasm than a fanatical believer witnessing the arrival of God with his own eyes.

Universal elixirs and elixirs of longevity have been the common lifelong pursuit of all pharmacists since ancient times. For alchemists, they are the philosopher's stone.

They worked tirelessly to study the properties and formulas of potions, in order to one day be able to present this magical potion that only appeared in imagination and legends to the world.

Grace is essentially a mage and a senior pharmacist with the title of master. How could she not be excited after witnessing the existence of this miraculous thing with her own eyes.

"This thing is actually apple juice. What does that saying mean? An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Don't you think this sentence is very appropriate?"

Grace had a weird expression on her face like "I'm afraid you're not kidding me."

"If this is really apple juice, then what this apple drives away is not a doctor, but the messenger of Hades."

Seeing that the explanation was useless, Kun directly took out a golden apple from the space ring and performed a squeeze of apple juice on the spot.

Under the squeeze of the air, the golden apples were squeezed out, and drops of bright red juice mixed with traces of gold were mixed into the transparent jar.

But why is apple juice bright red? Still as thick as blood.

However, if you feel it carefully, you will find that the mixed pulp does not have the smell of blood, and it really smells like the aroma of ripe fruits.

"Is it really apple juice?!"

"Yes. I've even thought of a name for this potion. It's called Golden Apple Health Potion. Well, the slogan is tentatively decided, 'Fengrao Brand Golden Apple Juice, good apples, good juice, tastes great'."

"The best potion, tentatively costs one gold coin per bottle. Once the potion is developed, it will be sold in your store. I will be responsible for supplying the raw materials for the potion, and you will be responsible for the production and agency. We will share the profit 64%. What do you think?"

Feeling that her outlook on life had been hit by an unprecedented force, Grace stared at the large jar of 'apple juice' with a confused look, her whole body felt bad.

These pharmacists have been dreaming of a universal elixir for thousands of years. Are you telling me that it is actually just a big jar of apple juice?

This, this really made her don't know how to describe her mood at this moment.

Excited? panic? absurd? Still feel like you are in a dream?

There are some of them.

"In addition to preparing the healing potion, I would also like to ask you to help me study the specific medicinal properties of this thing. You should have seen it just now. In addition to the powerful healing effect, this thing also has the miraculous effect of prolonging life. It is considered a longevity potion. But the problem is that if you take a small amount, it's okay. If you take a large amount, especially ordinary people who can't use magic and fighting spirit, they will become irritable like the horned rabbit and finally become that ghost."

The original meat tree fruit does not have this side effect, but it needs a lot of blood from the original race to water it.

And these fruits produced by the rich mother tree no longer need blood to water them, and the effect of prolonging life is better, but it comes with other negative effects. It can only be said that there is really no perfect creation in this world, and there is no such thing as the best of both worlds.

"You want me to study a method to suppress this side effect, or a neutralizing potion."

Kun nodded and smiled:

"As for the reward, a perfect longevity potion named after you, famous for thousands of years, are you satisfied?"

The reward given by Kun is indeed a big deal.

This is not just a question of who should name a new type of magic potion. It symbolizes many things, including reputation and benefits.

Grace hesitated for a moment, but still refused:

"Please forgive me for rejecting this kindness. I am old, and this kind of false reputation is no longer important to me, but you are still young, and you need this reputation more. With it, you will have more say in the world of mages that abide by the rules, and no one will dare to look down on you, and you will also get more convenience."

"But I don't need it."

Kun said firmly:

"I never mind how others see me, the Marquis's unpleasant little son? Or the great nobles in the mud? Whether it is others' praise or slander, this wizard is very busy, but I don't have time to care about such trivial matters."

There is another sentence that Kun did not say.

Compared to being famous for thousands of years, he is actually more interested in how to live for thousands of years.

Besides, if he really cared about reputation and other people's approval, which one would be more impressive than the title of inventor of the immortality potion, the 16-year-old fourth-level saint, the founder of the fertility magic?

Even when he was in the capital before, he showed a little bit of the fourth-level strength. I believe that the whole Dansu Kingdom would have praised him, and there would be no noise in front of him.

Even his father, the Marquis, who never smiled in front of him, and those brothers and sisters who excluded him, would have changed their expressions and taken good care of him.

Everyone is so realistic, and things are so simple.

He is stronger, so he is more reasonable.

When a person is at the bottom, he will find that there is naked and undisguised malice all around him, but when he climbs to the top, stands above everyone else, and is irreplaceable, he will find that there are still many good people around him.

But good people and bad people are meaningless to Kun now.

Good people will only do better in front of him, and bad people will flatter him and obediently retract their fangs.

Just like the crown at the highest position in the kingdom, in theory, Kun, who has royal blood, also has the possibility of inheriting the crown.

Even if he doesn't wear it, he has a strong influence on the next person who wears the crown.

But for him, the meaning of the crown that everyone desires but can't get is not as important as a handful of wheat ears in the field.

He doesn't like the people in that city, nor does he like staying in that city.

So he quietly accepted the arrangements of those people, just as he did in the past fifteen years, quietly left the capital, and quietly came here, Fengrao Territory, and began to rebuild the flower garden that belonged only to him.

But what they didn't know was that Kun at that time already had the qualifications to say "no" to them, and had the powerful power to make them bow their heads.

But Kun finally chose to leave there, just because everything in that city had become meaningless to Kun at that time, and could no longer shake his mind.

In the eyes of the kingdom at that time, it was the majestic royal city that abandoned Kun who had completed all his missions, but in fact it was Kun who abandoned the city with his own hands.

And the only cowardice left in his heart.

Since even blood ties can no longer affect Kun in the slightest, what is the point of praising or slandering those guys whose names he doesn't even bother to remember?

There is such a record in the "Gospel of the Advent" of the Vatican, where He walks, the road will appear, the mountains will open, the water will avoid, and all living beings should kneel and retreat when they see Him.

He is not as domineering as the gods. If you meet him on the road, you just need to get out of the way.

Don't let him?

Then winnow him down and make fertilizer.

No exceptions.