Wizard: I can refine everything

For the wizard apprentices at the Black Tower Wizarding Academy, the beginning of the month is a special day.

At the beginning of the month, all apprentices who want to go out on missions will crowd in front of Anna's hut, waiting for the new batch of concentration potions to be sold.

Ever since Richard got rid of Joseph, the pharmaceutical business in the entire business district has become Richard's sole responsibility.

And monopoly is always the most profitable business.

As the bell rang at eight o'clock in the morning, Anna's Cabin officially opened for business.

The clerk opened the store door and started selling this month's concentration potion.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, there are twice as many focus potions this month, come today to make sure everyone has a share!"

The clerk's shout was not loud, but it was like thunder to the apprentice.

Potion production has doubled, which is great news.

The potions were quickly sold out. For the tens of thousands of apprentices in the entire academy, one hundred and eighty bottles of concentration potion a month was still a bit small.

After the sale ended, news of the increase in potion production quickly spread among the apprentices through various channels, and naturally there were many apprentices from the Alchemy School among them.

Some of these apprentices had mentors, so the news naturally spread to the wizard's ears.

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The ninety-ninth floor of the central black tower.

Vice President Erics frowned and burst into Joe Lord's laboratory in a hurry.

"Jorod, are you using the alchemy workshop to support apprentices? It is against the rules for a wizard to directly help apprentices earn magic stones."

Joe Lord was a little confused.

"What the hell, when did I use my alchemy workshop to help my apprentices? My alchemy workshop is all my own business."

Erics handed him a page of documents, and Joe Lord took a look and found that the document was filled with Richard's shipment records in the past few months.

"Two hundred bottles of medicine a month. Even if you do this, I'm afraid it will take some effort." Erics knocked on the table. "This matter has not spread yet. I hope you can come up with one as soon as possible." explain.

Otherwise, I can only handle it according to school rules. "

Although the Black Tower Wizarding Academy allows wizards to impart knowledge to apprentices, it does not allow them to directly gift large amounts of magic stones to apprentices. Specially made high-level magic equipment is something that in the eyes = seriously affects the competition among apprentices.

Once this happens, not only will the students be reviewed and all donated items deducted, but even the wizards will have to pay a considerable price.

Jolord stroked his beard, his face showing no panic except confusion.

"What explanation can I give? I didn't help him. If you don't believe it, you can go to my alchemy workshop to check. I will give you this authorization."

The alchemy workshop is regarded as Joe Lord's private property, and the college will not conduct random searches under normal circumstances.

"You really don't?" Alex asked suspiciously, "If another wizard finds his tail, even you have to follow the rules."

"My Vice-President, feel free to go and investigate. If you can find out anything, I, Qiao Luo De, will let you deal with it."

"Forget it, just don't have it. There will be inspectors searching your workshop in the next two days." Erics stood up, "I have to give an explanation to other wizards about this matter. If there are no rules, the academy will be in chaos. "

Jolord nodded, indicating that he understood the difficulties faced by him as the vice-president. After sending him away, Jolord immediately called Richard to the laboratory.

"Richard, you have done a great job for me."

Joe Lord handed Erics' statistics sheet to Richard.

"Two hundred bottles of concentration potion a month. Even if I make this amount, it will take some effort. The vice-dean has just come to see me, and he wants me to give an explanation."

Jorod spread his hands, "But how can I explain it?"

Li looked at the data on the statistics sheet, which recorded in detail who each bottle of medicine he had sold was sold to such and such. The approximate purchase time and purchase channel are also marked.

Richard scratched his head, without any trace of panic on his face.

"Sure enough, it has attracted the attention of the academy."

"Oh?" Jorod pretended to be surprised, "It seems that my students have been prepared for it."

Richard nodded and then took out a contract.

"Before telling you this explanation, in order to protect the wizard's knowledge, I would like to ask you to sign this thing."

Jorrod was stunned, he never expected that Richard would do this.

But he was not angry. Instead, he happily took the contract and read it carefully.

"Am I just not allowed to disclose this knowledge to the outside world in any form?" Jorod frowned, and then added a clause to the contract, "You should add a clause that I am not allowed to use this knowledge privately. If it is For others, I suggest that you must delete the memory after reading it."

After saying that, Jorrod returned the contract to Richard, and then took out another contract from the drawer.

"Besides, your contract is only binding on apprentices and is nothing to wizards. Just use mine."

With that said, Jorod wrote the terms on the new contract and signed the contract.

Seeing Jorod's cooperation, Richard was secretly relieved.

What a blessing it is to have a teacher who is understanding.

"Teacher, it would be great if you can understand me."

Richard took the contract and signed it, and then took Jorrod to a room at the edge of the fifty-sixth floor of the Black Tower.

Opening the door, Jorod immediately saw the weird machine in the center of the room.

"Alchemy machine? It looks like Anna's craftsmanship."

Joe Lord looked around the room and found nothing special.

"So what's your explanation?" Joe Lord looked at Richard with some confusion.

"It's right here." Richard pointed to the machine in the middle of the room.

"Machine?" Joe Lord was stunned, "You mean you use the machine to help you process the materials? This explanation is not enough."

But he saw his student shook his head, then walked to the side of the machine and flipped a switch.

Rumble...

A sound came from the machine, and Joe Lord still didn't understand.

What is his student doing?

But soon, he saw an incredible scene.

Richard actually took out a bottle of concentration potion from the bottom of the machine.

Joe Lord was sure that this machine didn't have this potion before.

"What is this...?"

The same thought flashed through Joe Lord's mind as Anna did at the time.

Machine making potion... How ridiculous!

Richard shrugged, then handed the potion to Joe Lord and started the machine again.

"As you can see, I made a bottle of concentration potion with this machine."

"No, no, no..." Joe Lord waved his hands repeatedly, and even took a step back unconsciously.

The potion in Richard's hand seemed like a man-eating demon, which made him lack the courage to even look at it.

How can potions be made by machines?

The production of potions requires improvisation and requires years of accumulation of alchemy wizards. Can a machine do this? Is there an alchemy wizard sealed in this machine?

With past education and his own experience, Joe Lord firmly said:

"This must be a joke!"

But deep in his heart, a voice was still shouting.

"Jorode, this is true. Do you remember your doubts? How did the potion merchant of the Tower of Truth supply potions without limit?"

This is his determination to pursue the truth as a wizard. Wizards only speak with facts.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Soon, the sound of the machine stopped, and Richard took out another bottle of concentration potion from the delivery port.

"Teacher, another bottle of potion. Can you see the problem with these two bottles of potion?"

Jorode took a deep breath, took the two bottles of potion, then opened their stoppers and tasted them with magic.

There was no mistake. The effects of these two bottles of potion were almost the same.

Jorode's inner stubbornness began to collapse, and the rationality of the wizard took over again.

Jorode almost gritted his teeth to make a decision.

"These two bottles of potion... are almost the same.

Richard, you... have made something amazing!"