Ashilia Comprehensive Academy, a corner of the experimental district.
The iron door of the basement, sealed for half a month, was finally pushed open with a series of creaks. The lights from outside shone into the pitch-black chamber, illuminating one bloodless, pallid face after another.
Vanason stared intently at the center of the laboratory, at the suspended metal tube that combined mechanical alchemy with the mysteries of the Innovation School.
Inside the tube, fresh batches of medicinal base were dripping down, drop by drop.
Once the dosage was sufficient, they could attempt the innovative version of the bloodline-nourishing potion.
After making deductions from many angles, Vanason could say with certainty that once the final potion was completed, its effects would absolutely rival Selyan Witch's Brew!
Of course, that was not the most important part.
The reason Selyan Witch's Brew had become one of the must-have potions for bloodline-side apprentices was precisely because, among similar potions, Selyan had the lowest cost and the best effects.
The bloodline-nourishing potion Vanason had brewed this time using the Innovation School's potion-making methods required materials even cheaper than those for Selyan.
To Vanason, that was an enormous success. Once the potion entered the world, it would surely replace Selyan Witch's Brew—a resounding slap across the face of those traditionalists.
Just thinking about it felt satisfying.
Vanason dearly hoped the potion would be ready soon, but now that it had reached its final step, all he could do was wait slowly.
It would probably take another two days or so.
Taking advantage of this time, Vanason planned to meet Vice Dean Sheli first and use the bloodline-nourishing potion as the opening topic for a new course.
He turned back to look at the assistants in the laboratory. Half a month of grinding work had done nothing