51. Wolf School's Own Potion.

Sol was an experienced witcher.He was arguably the most accomplished witcher of his time, having slain more monsters than any other.

What harsh environments had he not encountered?

Putrid swamps, bloody lairs, suffocating deep seas...

As long as he was prepared, there was no place he couldn't endure. Unfortunately, this time, he was unprepared. After confirming that the environment post-teleportation was safe, he relaxed his witcher senses.

In the moment he changed his breathing after rolling, the putrid and rotten stench caught him off guard and went straight to his lungs. The feeling was indescribable.

"Vera truly understands me best," Sol thought to himself, then deliberately breathed a few more times to adapt to the alchemy lab's environment.

Although both Mary and Allen cast strange looks at him, his age made such situations not awkward for him. He nonchalantly nodded to the pale Mary and then walked over to stand next to the young witcher.

"Don't mind me, continue with what you're doing."

Stopping Allen from getting up to greet him, Sol stood beside the alchemy table, watching the young witcher concoct a potion.

"Did Vera teach you this?" the head witcher asked curiously.

He wondered how someone as clean-obsessed as Vera could teach Allen to make such a foul-smelling potion.

"No, I came up with this recipe myself," the young witcher replied without hesitation.

Ever since the sorceress had been upfront with him, revealing that her selfless help was an investment in the Child of Miracles, Allen's wariness of Vera and Sol had diminished significantly.

He knew their relationship was quite ambiguous. Since he had already told the sorceress about the killer whale potion, there was no need to hide it from the head witcher. Moreover, he intended to pass on the formula he discovered to other witchers in the Wolf School.

In this chaotic and dangerous world, a lone witcher was merely a tool for the authorities, bound to meet a dead end. If he was to reveal his alchemical talents to the Wolf School, it was best to let the head witcher know first. And the best-case scenario was that the head witcher asked himself.

"You came up with this yourself?" Sol was a bit surprised.

Hadn't Allen just crafted a drowner whistle a few days ago?

And now he had another new concoction?

He instinctively looked over at Mary.

Mary, though not yet accustomed to the smell of the alchemy lab, tried to sit up straight and nodded seriously in front of the head witcher, saying, "This indeed wasn't taught by Lady Vera."

After a pause, Mary added, "And Allen is currently making a potion."

"A potion?" Sol looked at Allen in shock.

Although he didn't practice alchemy himself, years of living with Vera had taught him some basic alchemy knowledge. For instance, the chaos energy runs through the entire potion-making process.

Witchers have magic within them, and the controllability of the magic in their mutated organs is very good. However, since the total amount isn't as much as sorcerers converting chaos energy from the world, it's very difficult to make potions. This difficulty leads to few people willing to study potions suitable for them. Thus, most witchers in the Wolf School only knew how to make witcher potions and no others.

"Al..."

Sol was about to ask more. But the cauldron began to emit something unusual. A faint golden mist started seeping through the gaps in the cauldron lid. Soon, the potion was finished with a whale-like humming sound. The witcher picked up a crystal vial that had been prepared earlier.

He poured the clear, golden killer whale potion into the vial.

"What effects does this potion have?"

The deep male voice reminded Allen that the head witcher was still observing.

"After taking it, it enhances breath-holding abilities and improves vision while diving."

Sol fell silent for a moment before asking, "Is this for the high mountain trial?"

Allen nodded. He had considered whether revealing this would be considered cheating and possibly have the potion banned from use in the trial. However, with so many people knowing about it, it couldn't be kept secret. Being open about it might actually earn him some goodwill.

After all, Would the Wolf School witchers be so heartless as to forbid future generations from building bridges and paths after they themselves had barely crossed cliffs?

Sure enough, the head witcher didn't reprimand him after hearing this.

Instead, he looked at the familiar-looking golden potion, bowed his head slightly in thought, and seemed to be contemplating something. Seeing this, Allen continued making the killer whale potion.

His goal for the morning was to make five bottles of the potion. One for his use, one as a backup, and the remaining three for his fellow apprentices. In the process of making the potion, Allen discovered another advantage of the killer whale potion. The brewing time was very short.

In less than two hours, Allen had finished making all five bottles of the potion.

"Phew."

Looking at the neatly arranged light blue potions on the alchemy table, a sense of satisfaction filled him. With the killer whale potion and the drowner horde in Killer Lake being wiped out again. The high mountain trial seemed secure!

"Bang—"

"Knock knock knock!"

Two sounds occurred simultaneously.

A portal appeared in the alchemy lab as Mary went to answer the door. With the sorceress's appearance, Vesemir also walked in from outside. Seeing the witcher master, Allen instinctively glanced outside. He had been so focused on making potions that he hadn't noticed the time; it was already late.

The sun was high in the sky, and it seemed to be at least half an hour past the usual time for lessons to end.

"Sorry, Vesemi..."

"Gag~"

Allen was about to apologize when Vesemir, after taking a breath, immediately started retching.

"Snap."

A finger snap. A gust of wind emerged from the void, sweeping all the air in the room out the window.

"Cough cough~"

Vesemir coughed awkwardly, not asking about the source of the smell in the alchemy lab. In his mind, this was the normal smell of an alchemy lab. It was just that his recent experiences had made him careless, thinking that Lady Vera had a unique way to create odorless potions, and he fell for it today.

"Al... Allen, are we still going hunting this afternoon?"

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Vesemir greeted the sorceress and the head witcher and wanted to take Allen away directly.

"No need, let's go together."

Lady Vera snapped her fingers, and a portal appeared.

"Together?" Vesemir was stunned, glancing at Allen and the head witcher.

Allen shrugged, but before he could speak.

The head witcher patted his shoulder, turned to Vesemir, and said: "Vesemir, Allen has created a potion suitable for witchers. Let's go test it together."

"Ah?"

Vesemir's mind buzzed; he recognized every word the head witcher said, but together they made no sense to him.

Allen created a potion?

Hadn't he only been learning alchemy for ten days?

But then he felt the sorceress's urging gaze and looked at the portal.

His expression changed again, and he instantly put aside Allen's alchemical skills.

"Lady Vera, no need for the portal, I can walk over..." Vesemir laughed dryly.

Allen's eyes also lit up at Vesemir's words.

Yes, compared to the discomfort of using a portal, walking a few steps was nothing.

"Lady Vera, I also..."

"Go in!"

"Yes!" said Allen.

"Yes, Lady Vera!" added Vesemir.

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