Chapter 32: The Master
The person in front of him opened his mouth to reveal his identity, if he didn't know that he was Humphrey's nephew, Lear didn't continue to ask, but suddenly said, "I don't know your name yet." β
The Potions Master was flustered, constantly wiping the cold sweat on his face, and involuntarily said his full name: "Don Pasfik West." β
Lear looked around at the lab and said with hatred, "West, you're not a good potions apprentice." β
West wisely stopped pestering the "Potions Master" and the "Trainee Potions Master", and instead asked sarcastically, "Why, you don't even have mana fluctuations, are you a truth mage?"
The so-called truth magician has two meanings. The original intention was that the kind of magician who was a mess in terms of magic power and actual combat, but had amazing achievements in magic theory, and some truth magicians' theories would take dozens or even hundreds of years to be verified correctly. The second meaning refers to certain magicians who deceive in the name of truth magicians, who are not only good at deceiving magicians, but also at deceiving those who do not know much about magic.
Lear walked over to the experimental table that West had just used and said, "Extracting six-petal grass juice is the basic skill of a potions master, and it took you eleven minutes and thirty-six seconds to complete it, while the Potions master assessment standard is six minutes and twelve seconds." In addition, after the grass juice of the six-petal grass is extracted, the test tube needs to be tilted at 45 degrees and let stand for 36 seconds. But your tilted test tube rack is badly worn, and the test tube is tilted by 44.72 degrees. Not only that, but you even waited until 40 seconds to collect the grass juice, because the extraction process contact with the air is too large and the contact time is too long, it can only be regarded as a third-class, almost unusable defective product. And the six-petal grass juice required for an intermediate potion must be at least second-grade or even first-class, it seems that you can't make an intermediate potion at all, I'm looking for the wrong person!"
West was dumbfounded and said in disbelief, "You're lying, you're just a magician of truth! Don't think you'll be able to fool me by reporting some specious data! I never knew that the process of extracting six-petal grass juice could be accurately measured by data!"
Lear said, "Your test can detect the grade of six-petal grass juice, right?"
West snorted coldly, "Of course. β
Lear said, "Good!" and he picked out a set of magic devices from the bench to extract the juice of the six-petal grass, "You may not believe my data, but if you still consider yourself a potions master, make a bet with me." You do it exactly as I say, and if you can't make a second-class product, I'll give you a magic bag, and if you do, you must make me a potion for free. β
A greedy look flashed across West's face, but he quickly said, "Good!"
"I only became a high-level magic apprentice by stealing a few magic books from my teacher, and in order to make money, I used to study the easiest potion diet, and I was finally valued by Baron Humphrey, so that I could study potions in peace. If this ...... If you are lying, the magic bag is mine! But compared to magical knowledge, the magic bag is nothing at all. β
West didn't have much talent, but he knew what was more important to him.
So, West honestly extracted the six-petal grass juice according to Lear's method, and did it meticulously, and when he was done, he could see at a glance that the new six-petal grass juice was more crystal clear than the one he usually made, at least second-classβhe had also extracted second-class grass, but it was difficult for five hundred six-petal grass juice to have a second-class product, and as for the first-class product, even his junior potions master had never extracted it.
He carefully placed the new six-petal grass juice and used the detection technique.
"First class? how is this possible! How can this be first class!" he said with disbelief and ecstasy, and then used the test three times in a row, all of which were consistent.
He completely forgot about Lear's existence, and quickly jotted down the steps and data that Lear said in his magic notes, he had taken memory-enhancing potions, so he could write what Lear said word for word.
When he finished, he took a deep breath and began to extract six cloves of grass juice in succession, as Lear said, and only stopped after extracting the ninth.
He used the detection technique to test, and among the nine six-petal grass juices made before and after, there were three first-class and six second-class, almost reaching the level of an intermediate potion master.
West's eyes moistened as he looked at the three first-class products that he might not have been able to make in his life. He is now forty-three years old, and he has been a trainee potions master for decades, and he has long given up on promoting to potions master, but he never expected that the door to promotion to potions master is in front of him.
West wiped away his tears and stared at Lear for a while, before finally sighing and bowing to Lear, saying, "Master, please forgive me for my offense, and thank you for selflessly teaching me such an important extraction method." β
Lear smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so polite. β
At this time, West's second disciple walked in the door, just in time to see that the omnipotent teacher in his heart was bending down to salute a child younger than himself, and with a shake of his hand, the test tube rack and twenty-four test tubes in his hand all fell downward.
But before the tubes touched the ground, a hand the size of a washbasin made up of smoke appeared and grabbed all the tubes. The test tube and the rack were saved, but the liquid in the tube was scattered all over the floor.
This disciple broke out in a cold sweat, immediately knelt on the ground, and said with a crying voice: "I'm sorry teacher, I didn't mean to, please don't dismiss me, I originally wanted to accept your punishment." β
West had just learned the secret method of extracting six-petal grass juice, and he was very happy in his heart, and the six-petal grass juice diluted in those test tubes was garbage to him now. So he waved his hand and said, "Go out first, and remember that I don't tell you not to come in." β
"Yes. His disciple hurriedly ran out.
"My disciple is vulgar and makes you laugh. West reached out and spat out five magic words at the smudge from the test tube, and saw a large red vat in the corner of the lab bouncing up to the smudge. A translucent tube sticks out of the vat, sucking up the stain clean. The magic barrel that had completed the mission jumped towards West, then returned to the corner, motionless.
The large hand made of smoke slowly floated in the air, placing the test tube rack and tubes on the nearest test bench before dissipating.
"This is too high-tech!" thought Lear.
He coughed lightly and said, "By the way, I need to make an intermediate potion, do you have time?"