Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Shock of Worldviews (Subscribe Please)

For the Wizard Apprentices of the Black Tower Wizard Academy, the beginning of the month was a special day.

At the beginning of the month, all the Apprentices who wanted to go out on missions would crowd in front of Anna’s cottage, waiting for the new batch of Concentration Potions to go on sale.

Ever since Richard had dealt with Joseph, the business of Concentration Potions in the entire commercial district had become Richard’s alone.

And a monopoly was always the most profitable business.

As the clock struck eight in the morning, Anna’s cottage officially opened for business.

The clerk opened the store door and began selling this month’s Concentration Potions.

“Don’t push, don’t push, there are twice as many Concentration Potions this month, and everyone who comes today is guaranteed to get one!”

The clerk’s shouting wasn’t loud, but to the Apprentices, it was like a thunderbolt.

The production of Magic Potions had doubled, which was great news.

Soon, the Magic Potions sold out. For the tens of thousands of Apprentices across the Academy, one hundred and eighty bottles of Concentration Potion a month were still rather few.

After the sale ended, news of the increase in Magic Potion production quickly spread through various channels among the Apprentice group, naturally including many from the Alchemy School.

Among these Apprentices, some had tutors, so naturally the news also reached the ears of the Wizards.

…

On the ninety-ninth floor of the Central Black Tower.

Deputy Dean Alex stormed into Jolod’s laboratory with a furrowed brow.

“Jolod, have you been using the Alchemy Workshop to subsidize Apprentices? It’s against the rules for a Wizard to directly help Apprentices earn Magic Stones.”

Jolod was somewhat bewildered.

“What? When have I ever used the Alchemy Workshop to help Apprentices? My Alchemy Workshop is all my own business.” @@novelbin@@

Alex handed him a piece of paper, and Jolod took a look. Written on the document was a record of Richard’s shipments from the past few months.

“Two hundred bottles of potions a month? Even if you were to do it, that number would probably require some effort, right?” Alex tapped on the table. “This matter hasn’t spread yet, and I hope you come up with an explanation quickly. Otherwise, I can only deal with it according to the school rules.”

Although the Black Tower Wizard Academy allowed Wizards to impart knowledge to Apprentices, it did not permit the direct gifting of a large quantity of Magic Stones or the provision of special high-grade Magic Equipment, as that would seriously affect Apprentice competition.

Once such a situation arose, not only would the student be investigated and lose all gifted items, but the Wizards would also pay a hefty price.

Jolod stroked his beard, his face showing confusion but no panic.

“What explanation should I come up with? I didn’t help him. If you don’t believe me, you can check my Alchemy Workshop. I authorize you to do so.”

Jolod’s Alchemy Workshop was essentially his private property, and the Academy generally wouldn’t search it unless necessary.

“You really didn’t?” Alex sounded skeptical. “If another Wizard finds something to pin on you, even you would have to follow the rules.”

“My dear Deputy Dean, go ahead and check. If you find anything, I, Jolod, am at your disposal.”

“Be that as it may, there should be no problem. Inspectors will search your workshop in the next few days.” Alex stood up. “I need to give the other Wizards an explanation for this. Without rules, the Academy would fall into chaos.”

Jolod nodded in understanding of the Deputy Dean’s predicament and after seeing him out, Jolod immediately called Richard to the laboratory.

“Richard, you’ve really given me a big problem.”

Jolod passed the summary sheet from Alex to Richard.

“Two hundred bottles of Concentration Potion a month; even I would have to put some effort into that. The Deputy Dean has already come to see me, and he wants an explanation.”

Jolod spread his hands. “But what explanation do I have?”

Richard looked at the data on the summary sheet, which detailed how each of his potions had been sold to whom and marked the approximate times and channels of purchase.

Richard scratched his head, his face showing not a hint of panic.

“As I thought, this has caught the Academy’s attention.”

“Oh?” Jolod feigned surprise. “It seems my student was well-prepared.”

Richard nodded and then produced a contract.

“Before I tell you this explanation, to protect my knowledge as a Wizard, I’d like you to sign this.”

Jolod was taken aback, he hadn’t expected Richard to do this.

However, he did not get angry; instead, he happily took the contract and read it carefully.

“Just not allowing me to disclose this knowledge to the outside world?” Jolod frowned, then added a clause to the contract, “You should also forbid me from using this knowledge for my own benefit. For others, I suggest adding a clause that after reading it, they must undergo memory erasure.”

After speaking, Jolo handed the contract back to Richard, then took another contract from his drawer.

“Additionally, this type of contract only has binding force on an apprentice, but for a wizard, it’s just a piece of scrap paper. Use mine instead,” Jolo suggested.

Having said that, Jolo wrote down the terms on the new contract and signed it.

Richard secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing how cooperative Jolo was.

Having an understanding teacher truly was a blessing.

“It’s excellent that you understand, teacher.”

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

Upon opening the door, Jolo immediately noticed the strange machine in the center of the room.

“An alchemy machine? It looks like Anna’s handiwork.”

Jolo looked around the room but didn’t discover anything exceptional.

“So, what’s your explanation?” Jolo asked Richard, looking at him with some confusion.

“It’s right here,” Richard said, pointing to the machine in the center of the room.

“Machine?” Jolo was taken aback, “You mean to say you use this machine to help you process materials? That explanation isn’t sufficient.”

But he saw his student shake his head and then walk over to flip a switch on the machine.

Rumble rumble…

A sound emanated from the machine, and Jolo was still in the dark.

What was his student doing?

But soon, he witnessed an incredible scene.

Richard actually took a bottle of Concentration Potion from the output of the machine.

Jolo was certain that this potion had not been in the machine before.

“What is this…?”

The same thought that had flashed through Anna’s mind passed through Jolo’s.

A machine making magic potions… How ludicrous!

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

“As you can see, I’ve produced a bottle of Concentration Potion with this machine.”

“No, no, no…” Jolo waved his hands in denial, even unconsciously taking a step back.

The potion in Richard’s hand seemed like a man-eating demon, sapping Jolo of the courage to even look at it.

How could a machine make potions?

The creation of potions required adaptability, the accumulated experience of an alchemy wizard over many years. Could a machine really do all that? Was there an alchemy wizard sealed inside it?

His past education and personal experience had Jolo insisting:

“This must be a joke!”

But, deep within his heart, a voice kept calling out.

“Jolo, this is real, remember the question you once had? How the Magic Potion Commerce at the Tower of Truth could supply potions without limit.”

It was his determination as a wizard in pursuit of truth; wizards speak only with facts.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Before long, the sound of the machine ceased, and Richard took another bottle of Concentration Potion from the machine.

“Teacher, another potion. Can you tell if there’s anything wrong with these two potions?”

Jolo took a deep breath, accepted the two potions, then popped their stoppers and used a little magic to taste them.

Indeed, the effects of the two potions were almost identical.

The stubbornness in Jolo’s heart began to crumble, and the rational mind of a wizard once again took dominance.

Almost gritting his teeth, Jolo made a decision.

“These two potions… are nearly identical.

Richard, you… have created something remarkable!”

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