The Price and the Payment

In the basement, Finnian, who has a full head of silver hair, looks down and thinks about something.

After waiting for a long time, he finally heard footsteps coming from above, and realizing that it was his brother's return, he happily prepared to greet him.

There was more than one pair of footsteps, and he flinched slightly, too late to stop them, before he saw his brother bringing an outsider down.

The Emeka family stash ----- was just exposed.

"Good noon, Finnian-Emeka-senpai~"

"Are you really a Transcendent as well, Eleazar-san ..."

Although he had already suspected it last time when the other party returned his comatose brother, and then the ancient castle expedition, when the other party said that he was his brother's assistant, even more corroborated this speculation, but truly, when the other party nodded his head and admitted it in a big way, Finnian was still filled with shock inside.

Transcendent Inheritors, a mysterious group that has completely disappeared from history, how many of these people are still around, and what exactly is the meaning of their existence?

A sense of apprehension that the truth was about to be revealed came over me.

Eleazar smiled in relief, "Don't be nervous, the magic potion you took is entry level, the poison won't erupt very violently, and even if something unfortunate happens, I'll try to assist you."

"How many percent?"

Finnian hung his head silently, "My success rate, what is it?"

"Well, are all finance students that sensitive to numbers?"

Eleazar glanced at the hidden room and said lightly, "Generally speaking, it fluctuates around 1% to 15%, which is one of the most disastrous thresholds for Transcendents, and according to the books I've read, most of the common Transcendent organizations of antiquity, for a year, for an entire batch of apprenticeships, only a handful of them can survive."

The knight beside him clenched his fists darkly at once.

That was the deal before coming here, not to exaggerate or avoid talking about it, just to be real about the brutality of becoming a Transcendent, and it would be best if it would dissuade Finnian from taking the magic potion.

Finnian thought for a moment and then suddenly said, "Eleazar-san, you were just saying that in general right, that I'm not actually in that cruel queue, right?"

"Well, yes."

Eleazar glanced at the knight beside him in surprise.

Two brothers, how come they're so different?

"Before you are about to fail and die, I will help you get rid of the magic potion and stop the alienation... well, it's a treat only for the heirs of ancient chieftains or important people~"

"What did that idiot, brother, promise you?"

"Oh, this is a deal between me and your brother, kids don't pry."

Finnian turned his head to look at his panicked looking brother and let out a small sigh before asking again, "And what will I have to suffer if I fail?"

"Lesions, disabilities!"

"While the potion can be discontinued, the trauma left behind cannot be removed; you might get some sort of terminal disease that can't be cured in any way, or you might lose your hearing, sight, voice, one of your limbs shriveling up and never being able to use it again, or in more severe cases, you might go brain dead and become a vegetable."

Fintan opened his mouth, "Finnian ..."

"Shut up brother!"

Finnian glared at his older brother and continued, "And what if I succeed, what will it cost?"

Eleazar grinned, "All the light in your heart!"

"The erudite, the chaotic neutral camp, your pathway, dooms you to do whatever it takes for all sorts of research in the future, and even if you're as calculated as you can be, you'll cause evil where you can't see it, even though that clearly seems to be the result of good, even if it wasn't your deliberate intent."

"If you are discovered by the church, you will become a pitiful prisoner, you can only live in a certain area circled by the church for life in the future, that is an invisible cage, maybe one day when you look up to the outside world, you will regret your decision to take the magic potion today. And according to my guess, the more your brother tries to help you in the future, the faster you will reveal your identity. By the way, I know one such wretch, that person is in our school, and he spends his days lying on the window looking at the outside world."

"Finnian ..."

Fintan's voice was shaken, already regretting his decision to agree to configure his brother's magic potion.

"Well, I understand everything, so can we start configuring the potion now?"

Finnian ignored his older brother, whose eyes were full of pleading, and looked at Eleazar with a twinkle in his eye.

"That'll do for now, come and start your first lesson."

Eleazar leads Finnian over to the alchemy table and examines the already prepared ingredients for the [Fire] recipe.

"Entry-level magic potions don't require spiritual involvement; boil pure water, throw in the ingredients in order, and stir it up a bit, and you're ready to take it."

Finnian, somewhat clumsily setting the crucible on fire, looked back, "Is that so?"

"Uh-huh."

There's a sense of leading an apprentice ...

Eleazar rests his chin slightly.

"Add silverleaf herb, 2 grams, about 5 tablets."

"2 grams of silverleaf herb..."

Finnian quickly grabbed 5 pieces of silverleaf grass and instead of plunging straight in, he very carefully weighed them to make sure before spilling them piece by piece.

Eleazar remonstrated faintly, "Stir!"

Finnian hastily picked up the silver rod again and stirred the slowly turning dark green potion clockwise.

"Add tree demon ash, 5 grams..." "Add Fine Gold Powder, 10 grams..."

"Join the flaming flowers..."

"Add red obsidian..."

"Hold your breath and don't sniff!"

"Stir, you can't hold your breath for long, stir with all your might to speed up the fusion."

Staring and holding his breath while stirring with all his might, Finnian's face had turned red from holding his breath.

Eleazar swept a glance at the knights trying to come over to help.

"This is just his first test, and if you don't put away that coddling, you're going to get him killed sooner or later!"

Fintan froze in place at the sound of his voice.

In this moment, he suddenly felt that his brother's figure was getting farther and farther away from him, that innocent smile, that figure that was always full of energy, those cozy daily routines, it seemed that they had all been thrown into that crucible and were stirred into roiling debris.

"I ..."

Fintan's palms opened and closed as if he wanted to conjure up his silver sword and cleave everything in front of him.

But just then, Finnian, who was stirring the magic potion, looked back with difficulty, his eyes slightly red and his gaze determined.

In that moment when he cried, he lost it all.

Fintan hangs his head, walks to the far desk, and sits down heavily with his face covered.

Eleazar withdrew his gaze, glanced at the Crucible, and uttered, "Well, you can go get some rest."

Finnian gasped for heavy breaths and looked at the pot of magic potion that took on a deep red color, his face blushing with delight as he lowered the silver rod.

Learned One Sequence Origins Magic Potions: fire, configured successfully!

Then, dropping the fond pot of magic potion, he ran back to his older brother, whispering something comforting.

While those two brothers were repairing their feelings, Eleazar poured the magic potion into a cup and then reminded them lightly:

"You only have five minutes, so I suggest you get in the right frame of mind first."