Chen Yi thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Drink it, it's too dangerous, even if he has the physical fitness of a heavenly knight, under such toxicity, it is estimated that he can only barely save one life.

His current strength is comparable to that of a formal wizard, and it is not worth taking such a big risk.

Don't drink it, potions like this that can help third-order apprentices attack official wizards are extremely precious, and it can be said that they can be encountered but not sought. Especially an unorganized loner like him.

Moreover, among the several potions that impact official wizards of the three major wizarding organizations, the "blood of the banshee" is definitely the best one, and there is a certain chance of obtaining some kind of blood of the banshee. This is an irresistible temptation for any wizard apprentice.

In the process of becoming a full-fledged wizard, you can carve a first-level spell into the source of mana. Since then, he has the ability to instantaneously use this first-level spell.

However, if you awaken some kind of powerful bloodline, you will have the opportunity to obtain the natural spells of that race from this bloodline. Most of this kind of talent spells are instantaneous.

In other words, after awakening a certain bloodline, there is a big chance to have one more talent spell that can be instantaneous. In this way, he surpassed most ordinary first-order wizards and won at the starting line.

If he gave up this opportunity and wanted to reconfigure a "Banshee's Blood", it would take several years.

"No, maybe never again."

He was alert in his heart, and in the recent past, he had met Gong Lin Nabo one after another, and then met Li Xi, the great sage...... Once it was a coincidence, two or three times, and if he still thought it was a coincidence, it would be too unvigilant.

He had a hunch that in the future, he would definitely encounter similar things frequently, and whether he wanted to or not, he would be swept into all kinds of whirlpools.

He had deeply felt the malice of the world towards him.

Therefore, he must improve his strength as soon as possible. Otherwise, you don't know when, you'll run into an enemy you can't resist.

Finally, his gaze took his eyes off the test tube and landed on the potion formula that was placed on the table.

The recipe for "Banshee's Blood", which was given to him by Drew, looked like it was made of some kind of animal leather, and the handwriting on it showed no signs of fading, and it didn't feel like it had been kept for long.

He was already familiar with the content recorded above, and he didn't gain anything from reading it again this time.

He thought of Drew, who had not been heard from all along, and his heart suddenly moved, and he felt as if he had overlooked a very important matter.

"What the hell is being overlooked?"

His brow furrowed tightly, and his mind spun rapidly.

This recipe was given to him by Drew. Drew, on the other hand, got it from a certain ruin, and it was because of this recipe that he received a terrible curse and only had ten years to live.

There was another man who entered the ruins with Drew, who was considered his enemy, named Makas, a tutor at the Ulisian Academy and an official wizard.

Thinking of this, it was as if a lightning bolt struck his head.

"This recipe is fake!"

He finally knew something was wrong. According to Drew, there were two things in that ruin, a potion and a recipe.

Eventually, Drew got the formula, but the potion was snatched away by Marcus.

As a result, it didn't take long for news to come that Marcus had become an official wizard. Most likely, he relied on that potion to break through to the realm of a formal wizard.

Then the question is, since it is an ancient ruin, then the potion that Marcus obtained must have been stored for a long, long time. But it has not lost its effectiveness.

"Even if the 'Banshee's Blood' has a special preservation method, it is impossible to preserve something that has a shelf life of just over a month for tens or hundreds of years. Even if there were similar preservation weapons, it would be too cost-effective to use them to save only one potion. ”

His heart suddenly brightened, and his heart was a little sad from time to time.

If his speculation is correct, the "Banshee's Blood" configured according to this recipe, even if it is not fake, must be missing some key. With Drew's physical state at the time, drinking something like this would definitely not end well.

Soon, he gathered up his mood and set his sights on this formula.

"Since Marcus was able to successfully promote to a full-fledged wizard and prove that the elixir of the 'Banshee's Blood' was genuine, then, did the owner of that remnant clan store such a recipe there just to harm people?"

He was lost in thought, judging from the wizarding apprentices he had come into contact with, such people might have an unpredictable temperament and would never do meaningless things.

If you really want to hurt people, you won't put a real potion there, that's completely redundant. He believed that even if he put a poison there, the vast majority of wizard apprentices would not be able to resist the temptation to try it.

"So, what is the purpose of the owner of the ruins?"

He stared at the recipe carefully, and with his knowledge of potions, he couldn't tell where there was a problem with the ingredients on the formula. Eventually, his attention fell on the leather on which the prescription was written.

Suddenly, he faintly felt that there was a faint fluctuation of magic power on the leather that he had stripped from the body of an unknown creature.

This volatility is negligible to the point of negligibility. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with this leather, he wouldn't have noticed.

"It seems that the key lies in this leather."

His heart moved, he stood up, and removed the "Sword of Judgment" from the side shelf.

As he grasped the Sword of Judgment in his hand, he felt his mind become much clearer, and after a few minutes, he felt the magic fluctuations coming from the recipe again.

This time, with the bonus of the "Sword of Judgment", he sensed it very clearly.

"It seems, it's a piece of information."

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of information in this flash of magic fluctuations.

"Actually using this means to transmit information, it seems that wizards from other worlds are quite copyright-conscious." He shook his head, then concentrated and waited silently.

After a few minutes, his mind moved, "Here we are." ”

So, put all his mind into the "sword of judgment" in his hand.

Suddenly, he felt his thoughts spread, and the feeling that the whole world was under control reappeared.

At this time, on the recipe of "Banshee's Blood", a wave of magic power was heard again.

PS: You guys are right to criticize, the update is too scummy, I decided to change the past, three changes today, if you can't finish it, you won't sleep.