Blood Manipulation Magic

Thinking that the shop was short of a handyman, and since Fitz didn't want any wages, it was just an extra mouth to feed, so he didn't refuse and kept Fitz on the job.

As for when he later discovered that he was actually an Apothecary, he found it hard to believe. After all, the boss had never seen Apothecary who could live such a life. How could such an important person become a homeless person he picked up on the street?

But after he secretly watched Fitz refine the potion using the unused potion-making furnace in the storeroom through the crack in the door that day, he had no choice but to believe it.

Shortly after, seemingly realizing something, Fitz confronted him, no longer hiding the truth. After their conversation and a genuine understanding of Fitz's potion-making skills, he began to consider expanding his business and selling Potions.

After all, there's no Apothecary in [Äußerst] who's more skilled than Fitz these days.

"But this guy... he clearly has such a great skill, so why isn't he interested in making money? He's such a strange kid..."

Touching his prized belly, the boss, puzzled, walked to the front of the store and plopped down on a stool.

Based on his life experience so far, there is no doubt that people in this world are nothing more than those who pursue fame and fortune.

Fitz doesn't go into politics, so how could he not love money?

Do all geniuses have such "personality flaws"?

He let out a long sigh, sat back down at the counter, and aimlessly fiddled with the Shtrel Silver Coins in his hand. He didn't know how to get Fitz's mind going, which seemed to be short-circuiting. Thinking and thinking, he started considering what to cook for that kid that evening. After the potions sold out, the adventurers who had flocked there all left, and the shop suddenly became quiet. They had all come to stock up on potions, so since they were sold out, there was no reason for them to linger there.

... How about I bring him some food from outside? I heard Lake's shop has some new dishes, and I want to try them. Just as he was making this decision, a large shadow suddenly appeared on the counter in front of him. Looking up, he found a boy who had walked to the front desk at some point. When did he come in?

How come I didn't even notice?

Although he was indeed a little distracted just now, surely he could have heard the footsteps coming from nearby?

"Sir... is there anything you've got your eye on? If you're here to buy medicine, it might be out of stock until tonight..."

... Although it might not happen at night either...

"Oh, I see."

The boy didn't show any surprise on his face, nor did he seem disappointed that the potion was out of stock. He simply looked around the store, seemingly searching for something.

This behavior made the boss suspicious; something was off about the guy. Could he be planning to steal something?

"Hey sir, is there anything you'd like to buy? Just tell me if there's anything you want."

"Hmm, I wonder if you sell containers for storing blood here? Preferably Magic Device with [Blood Coagulation] effects. Money is not an issue."

"[Blood Coagulation]?"

The boss was taken aback at first, but then he recalled this rudimentary magic that could perfectly preserve fresh blood in a container. Because the blood of some wild animals had medicinal value, but it was difficult to bring back their blood while keeping it fresh, Mage invented this magic.

Through the efforts of generations of Magic Device, this magic was successfully imbued into containers, making them even more convenient tools.

However, because the production process is extremely complicated and the failure rate is very high, there are not many of these Magic Device, and even if they exist, they are relatively expensive.

However, the young man said, "Money is not a problem."

He looked the man up and down again. He had a handsome face and his casual clothes were not particularly eye-catching, but the aura he exuded was something that a poor guy pretending to be rich could not fake.

"This guy doesn't look like a local, does he?"

"Um, I'm a newcomer here... The boss, you don't discriminate based on region, do you?"

"No, no, I just looked a bit unfamiliar, so I asked casually. Wait a minute, I remember there's still some stock in the warehouse."

Upon hearing that the other party was a traveler, he felt less apprehensive. He figured that someone capable of traveling to [Äußerst] wouldn't resort to theft. So he went to the back warehouse to retrieve the goods for him.

The boy watched him walk through the door, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Galan, you went out again this morning? What were you doing this time?"

Lia sat on the bed with her knees bent, holding the snacks Galan had brought her back and eating them like a little hamster.

I didn't expect to get back so late, almost noon, and this girl had only just woken up. I was really worrying too much.

"I ordered a Grimoire yesterday, the boss said he'd give it to me this morning, so I got up early to pick it up."

He didn't want to tell Lia anything about Serie, not even a little bit.

Ultimately, I still need to guard against her becoming curious about the matriarch; it's best to tell a little white lie to fool her.

Galan moved a chair over, sat down by her bed, and opened the Grimoire that Serie had given him, which contained the [Blood Manipulation Magic], and began to read it carefully.

Although she said that as long as one reads this Grimoire refined from [the Magic of Transfer Magic], one can learn this magic, Galan actually still has some doubts about the magic's effect being similar to that of the Memory Bread.

Is it really that amazing?

Could it be mine?

But every time he glanced at a line of text, the inexplicable sense of familiarity in his mind increased, giving rise to the feeling that he had practiced this magic countless times, and that his control over the flow of every bit of Mana in his body was now perfect. However Galan was immediately proven wrong by this wonderful feeling.

As expected of Serie... It's practically like she leveled up a character to max level and then transferred the account to me.

It's truly a miracle!

My understanding of [Blood Manipulation Magic] has almost reached the point where I can create this magic myself. If I were to complete the entire training process on my own, it would take me decades...

This is because the book is not very thick, and because Galan gradually gets into the story as I read on.

He finished reading the whole book right after Lia finished the snacks she brought back. It felt so good... that feeling of knowledge being digested and actively delivered to his brain...

If the college entrance exam had such magic back then, getting into a top university would have been a piece of cake.

He clicked his tongue, and couldn't help but recall his own embarrassing state of scratching his head during the college entrance examination.