Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 40 Master-level Hemostatic Agent, Making Things Difficult

In the blink of an eye.

Three days have passed.

Ian's departmental life is not going well.

After the first day, Ian faced increasing difficulties.

First of all, the quality of the materials is obviously much worse, so he needs to be more careful when processing them.

The second step is review.

The review of Ian's materials was also very strict.

Even the slightest problem will result in being labeled as unqualified.

In other words, Ian's proficiency with hemostatic agents had reached the expert level, which is why there were no problems.

Clearly, all of this is related to Hal.

While Mammon has also been targeted to some extent, it's definitely not this extreme.

Even Roger from the same department.

He had already started helping to prepare secondary hemostatic agents and was working his way up to becoming a junior pharmacist.

...

In the blink of an eye.

Ten days later.

In the lab, as Ian finished processing the materials for the day, a notification popped up.

"Secondary hemostatic agent breakthrough to Master level, talent +5."

"Talent: 180 → 185".

Ian's eyes lit up immediately.

It actually improved by five points, putting it on par with excellent-level wizards.

During this period, due to departmental reasons, he had almost no time to practice witchcraft.

The three excellent-level witchcraft spells that Layton gave him before still haven't been used!

However, even if he went to the testing grounds to practice, it would be absolutely impossible for him to improve at such a rapid pace as with the potion.

"That's why I had to become a junior pharmacist!"

Ian sighed.

If he could process materials so quickly, he couldn't even imagine how fast he could improve if he could concoct potions.

And you don't even need to spend your own magic stones.

The saved magic stones can be used elsewhere to accelerate his growth.

"However, Hal is getting increasingly annoyed with me, and I reckon he'll make me handle new materials in a few days."

Ian's eyes flickered.

In the past week or so, I've heard that many battles have broken out again in the area where Horton and the Blackrock School meet.

This made Hal, who was originally planning to bring his grandson to the Potions Department, even more anxious and reprimanded Ian even more.

really.

Just as he was about to leave, a servant came over and said that Hal wanted to see him.

Soon, he saw Hal again.

He was sitting behind the table, with the materials Ian had just prepared in front of him.

Hal took out a three-leaf hemostatic herb, looked at Ian, and smiled: "Ian, Ian, your handling of materials is truly skilled."

Ian naturally didn't think Hal was praising him.

Sure enough, he said next, "But dealing with this alone won't do. Half a month has passed, and the materials for the other two potions should be almost ready by now. Let's start processing the new materials tomorrow."

"OK."

Ian nodded.

In half a month, he had also mastered the basics of the other two potions, and the potion ingredients were almost used up.

However, there is still a long way to go before one is proficient.

Clearly, Hal's idea was to damage some materials and then pay for them.

"Don't be angry. Having you handle materials is a way to train you. Young man, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Hal smiled.

"Thank you, Wizard Hal."

Ian smiled, as if nothing had happened.

The scene was harmonious.

soon.

Ian left.

"He does have some talent."

Watching Ian's departing figure, Hal's gaze involuntarily shifted to the materials.

These materials were processed very well.

Even he was hard to find fault with, no wonder the inspecting servants said they couldn't punish him.

But there's always a way.

If the secondary hemostatic agent is used well, then the person should not be allowed to use the secondary stamina-boosting agent.

As for the secondary stamina potions and antidotes, they were all taken care of, so naturally there were other things for him to do.

In short, he just had to mess with Ian.

"My poor grandson is still on the front lines!"

Hal's face was cold and gloomy.

He is quite old, almost one of the oldest in the department, and has a son.

Unfortunately, his son died unexpectedly a few years ago, leaving behind only a grandson.

In his old age, he no longer pursued the goal of becoming a formal wizard; he only wanted his grandson to grow up smoothly.

If he had been selected, his grandson would have grown up quickly under his care, but he was rejected because of Ian.

"Why didn't Ross kill him?!"

He gritted his teeth.

He was investigated because he was a suspect, but that's why he hated Ian even more.

Why can't you die like that!

"Old man!"

As Ian left the lab, his gaze gradually turned cold.

The lessons of Harman are still fresh in our minds.

The same applies to Hal now.

"Even though he's getting old, he's only a second-class wizard apprentice, so he can only wait until later."

Ian pursed his lips.

I silently wrote it down in my little notebook.

.......

the next day.

When Ian arrived, the materials for hemostatic agents were no longer on the table, but for minor stamina potions.

"Blood Orchid, Quiet Grass..."

Ian looked at the materials and began to sort them out without expression, clearly not very skilled.

Although I had previously purchased twenty sets of materials.

However, it was only enough for him to get started, far from being proficient.

But Ian wasn't worried.

"Beginners improve faster."

After Ian finished processing a document, he noticed that his proficiency level had increased by two points, and his eyes gleamed.

The lower your proficiency level, the faster you can improve.

Soon, the people in the department left one by one; their tasks were nothing like Ian's.

"Tsk tsk!"

On the other side, Roger glanced at the time; it was noon, time to leave as usual.

"It's still being processed!"

He glanced at Ian, who was engrossed in processing the materials; he probably had only finished half of them.

"You've followed the wrong person!"

Roger shook his head.

If it were him, he wouldn't be so stupid. At least he would have gone to Doug, and at least he wouldn't have been targeted like this!

"I am now relatively proficient in secondary hemostatic agents, and I am also starting to get familiar with stamina agents. Within three months, I should be able to prepare them proficiently, and within six months to a year, I will have the opportunity to be promoted to junior pharmacist."

Roger calculated his progress.

At that time, Ian was probably still processing materials.

"Then no one should say I'm inferior to Ian."

Roger felt much lighter.

As I passed Ian, I unconsciously straightened my posture and strode away with my head held high.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ian finally finished processing all the materials.

The damaged materials were more than five parts; Ian estimated that, based on departmental prices, it should be worth one magic stone.

It may not seem like much, but if you stretch it over a month, it becomes terrifying.

However, that situation is unlikely to occur.

I glanced at the proficiency level.

[Skill: Lesser Stamina Potion (Proficiency 2/200)]

"It takes about a week to get the hang of the configuration, and a month should be enough to achieve perfection."

Ian's eyes flickered.

I decided to control my behavior in public so that he could perfect this skill.

After all, we've left this place.

There may not be such a good opportunity for advancement.

"Once I reach perfection, I can gradually increase my proficiency, and then Hal will probably have me handle the minor antidotes."

"I expect to be promoted to junior pharmacist within three months."

Ian took a deep breath, glanced at the empty laboratory, and slowly walked away.