Abe the Wizard

Chapter 753: Successful Brew

After putting Flying Flame to rest, Abel went back to the alchemy room inside his magic tower. He still hadn’t brewed his “dragon blood wall-breaking potion” yet.”

As of now, he had the main ingredient ready. He had the dark-golden dragon blood. It was the best thing that he could ask for. He’s also got the other ingredients ready. The elves just gave him enough to make ten portions. If he didn’t make any mistakes, he would be able to create the potion right here.

The dragon blood wall-breaking potion was supposed to be for knight commanders that had signed magic contracts before. There was no need to use expensive supplements that would reduce the effect of mana. If he wanted to use something good, he could just use the Horadric Cube to synthesize basic materials.

Right now, there were ten portions worth of rare materials. It’s not like he could synthesize all of them with the Horadric Cube, but there were enough chances to make the shots count. It’s not like he was going to fail, either. He had the digitalization ability of the world stone fragment, his skill as a master alchemist, and far more experience than most alchemists he had ever encountered. It might be a legendary potion that he was brewing, but he could make it look just as easy as any of his other work.

Again, there were ten portions worth of material. An ordinary advanced alchemist had a success rate of about 10 to 30 percent. Needless to say, 30 was when things got lucky. The more ingredients that the dragon blood came into contact with, the more unstable it would become and cause an unwanted reaction. It would only become stationary once every single step was taken.

When the final process, the “sublimation” process was complete, all the ingredients added started fusing into one. Then, under a rainbow light, a bottle of golden “dragon blood wall-breaking potion” appeared in Abel’s hands. With the final touch of his power of the Will, Abel immediately improved the quality of this potion from white to gold.

If Abel was doing this the old way, he would’ve got a blue quality potion during the sublimation stage. However, with his Horadric Cube’s help and the spell rune of a master alchemist, he managed to get himself a golden potion without failure. Also, after having successfully made one bottle, he became more confident that he could make more of the same potion.

One. Two. Three. After a while, ten bottles of the golden “dragon blood wall-breaking potion” were brewed. He just managed to do so with a 100% success rate.

Abel murmured to himself, “This is a potion that will turn every knight commander insane.”

One bottle was enough to increase the chance of promotion by 60%. As long as the user wasn’t a complete idiot, there was a pretty high chance that he could promote himself from a knight commander to a knight’s head commander. Basically, with a 60% increase in success rate, anyone could become a knight’s head commander if they did the remaining 20 to 30 percent through their own efforts.

Abel spoke through his soul chain, “Bartoli, I want you to send a message for me. Tell the griffin knights to wait for me at the Harry Castle.”

Bartoli replied immediately, “Understood, Master. For two of them to return from their patrol mission, it should take about at least two hours in total.”

Abel commanded, “I want them to cancel all patrol missions today. Tell them to go wait for me immediately.”

It was past lunchtime now. After gulping down a bottle of the blue howling rabbit-flavored “ration potion,” Abel came to the garden located at the battle fort. He grabbed a chair for himself, and he started taking out a book to read. While reading this book, he thought about the best way to fully utilize his ten bottles of gold quality “dragon blood wall-breaking potion.”

Obviously, some of the potions had to go to the griffin knights. They were the most powerful fighting force that he had at the moment. That being said, he still wasn’t sure if he should reveal their existence to the public.

Loka, the elf, would also need one bottle. That way, the Orwell Palace would be much better guarded than it was before. He wasn’t sure about that either, however. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t leave too many valuables over there. Even if someone did manage to break into the place, the most that they would get was some fountain water that was teleported from the large-sized teleportation circle from the three goddess statues.

Other than that, there were some perfect gemstones that he didn’t want to be taken away, but to get them, one must first use up all the energy that was used to power up the defensive circle. It would be a pointless thing to do that because one, it’d be way too difficult to waste up all the energy that was powered by all the perfect gemstones, and two, if the power was all used up, then the gemstones would just turn into dust anyways.

Abel was most concerned for his fruit trees. They were about one month ripe now, and if someone knew about their existence, there was no telling of the kind of trouble that would come to him. Of course, Grand Duke Edwina would want that less than he would. If massive starvation occurred, those fruit trees would become the final food source of the whole of Angstrom City.

Bartoli spoke through the soul chain, “Master! The griffin knights are waiting for your arrival at Harry Castle.”

Abel spoke towards the ceiling, “Teleport me to the Harry Castle hallroom, Flora.”

Speaking of which, Abel really wished that he was an intermediate wizard every time that he was doing this. If he could use the “instantaneous movement” spell, Flora would not need to use a huge amount of energy to teleport him.

“Master!”

When Abel made his presence at the Harry Castle hallroom, all four griffin knights greeted him as they knelt on the knee. Abel replied with a simple nod. After that, he examined their physical conditions with his power of the Will.

Number 24 was very close to hitting promotion. It would be a matter of time before he became a knight’s head commander, but without the help of any supplement, that progress would probably take years to finish. It was the same for the other griffin knights. They did accumulate a lot of progress, but they were still very far from hitting the line.

Abel couldn’t wait. He needed powerful flying mounts to serve under him. He needed all four of his griffin knights to become head knight commander.

Abel took out four bottles of his new potion, “Listen, the griffin knights are the strongest soldier types in all of the Kingdom of St. Ellis. You should know this better than I do. You have flying mounts that are more versatile than ordinary knights, and you should deserve more rewards than what’s given to most soldiers.”

The griffin knights didn’t say anything.

“I have four potions right here, and I’ll be straight with you all. They can make you speed up your progress to become head knight commanders. I did remember my promise to you. When you become head knight commanders, I’ll make you all call me your king, and I’ll grant you all titles as dukes.”

Words could not express how much that meant to these griffin knights. They were slaves for most of their lives. They lived as others had told them, and no one respected them as the human beings that they were, but now, Abel was giving them a chance. He was giving the chance to become citizens of this newfound state. He was giving them hope to live a life with dignity.

Whatever these potions were, the four knights could tell that they must be extremely valuable. The golden lighting inside the bottle did tell that much. Also, with just a basic understanding of alchemy, anyone could tell how rare it was to get four bottles of gold-quality potions.