Extraordinary Trait

After carefully studying the effects of the three potions, Evan felt that Leon, the apothecary from a century ago, was undoubtedly a genius!

The Birdsong Potion did not seem particularly remarkable for the time being, but the latter two potions were simply groundbreaking inventions, immensely significant for cultivators like knights who focused on the body.

Evan had a feeling that these two potions would play a tremendous role on his future Knight's Path. Perhaps even a powerful Peak Knight like Uncle Gell could benefit from them.

However, Evan had long noticed that on the final page of the diary, Leon recorded that one day a century ago, he had decided to travel to the newly explored New Continent in search of novel medicinal ingredients. Though blank pages remained afterward, the diary ended there.

Evan did not know what Leon had experienced afterward or whether he was still alive, but he firmly believed that if Leon had survived to this day, he would surely have become a top-tier master apothecary.

In truth, this was also because Evan was somewhat ignorant and knew far too little about the deeper secrets of the Extraordinary world.

Many major powers, kingdoms, and churches actually possessed their own secret magic potions. Their focuses merely differed, and their effects might not necessarily be inferior to Leon's inventions. If he could enter the navy's core after advancing as a knight, he should also receive the Kingdom Navy's unique magic potions.

For now, he knew nothing of this and carefully stored them away as priceless treasures that could bring about his death.

Although he had already memorized the formulas for all three potions, he had no intention of brewing them immediately. At least before advancing to a Formal Knight, aside from the simplest Birdsong Potion, he absolutely could not expose the other two at this stage.

His previous repeated purchases of raw materials from apothecaries could still be explained as preparations for a knight's advancement potion. If he now plunged headfirst into researching new medicines, it would be easy to attract the attention of interested parties.

At that moment, Gou Shen possessed Evan! He muttered inwardly, Safety first, safety first!

Returning to his bed, he sat cross-legged in the most comfortable posture and once again immersed himself in deep meditation.

"Is Captain Evan home?"

Early the next morning, without wasting any time, Evan and Gary—who had resumed their normal training routine—had just returned from exercising by the sea when they saw a sailor calling at their door.

Judging by his uniform, he was likely a messenger from the Fleet Logistics Department. Although Evan worried that the notebook might have been discovered, he still stepped forward as if nothing were wrong.

"Hello! I'm Evan. What can I do for you?"

Seeing Evan's epaulets, the messenger immediately saluted and said respectfully:

"Good day, sir! I am from the Fleet Logistics Department. An item ordered by Colonel Gell has been placed in storage, and it was specifically designated that Mister Evan of the Silver Wing—that is, you—would receive it.

"The item is of a relatively high grade, so you will need to come with me to the Logistics Department in person and complete the receipt procedures."

"Alright. Wait a moment while I change."

Though he found it strange what Uncle Gell, who had been away for several days, could have ordered, Evan did not hesitate. He quickly took a shower, changed into a clean and neat military uniform, and hurried with Gary after the messenger toward the Logistics Department.

Unfortunately, when they arrived at the supervisor's office, there happened to be a guest inside.

They could only wait outside for the time being.

"Major, I hope you will consider this carefully! If you can let me exchange for that item in advance, you will gain the friendship of the McNesson Family. We will pay the merit points according to the rules and will not make things difficult for you."

Although the office was well soundproofed, Evan's newly enhanced senses still clearly caught the voices speaking within.

"Although I do not know where you received your information, I have already told you many times. That item does not currently belong to the Logistics Department, nor is it on the exchange list."

Even in the face of the first speaker's aggressive pressure, the younger voice that followed remained calm.

"What does that matter? I know someone else has already reserved it. Just tell them it was collected in advance and return their prepaid merit points. This sort of thing happens all the time in the Fleet Logistics Department. Why cling so stubbornly to the rules?"

The first voice still refused to give up, retaining an arrogant tone. Then he deliberately lowered his voice, as though conducting some backroom deal. Evan could no longer hear what was said afterward.

Another minute passed before the office door suddenly opened. A white-haired, curly-haired fellow dressed like an aristocratic butler stormed out in a fury. He seemed about to spit out some final threat, but when he saw Evan and the others standing at the door, he swallowed the words back down. In the end, he snorted coldly, slammed the door, and left!

Afterward, Evan vaguely heard the major muttering to himself inside, "Pah! What the hell was that? Bloodsuckers who pounce at the first sight of profit. Why aren't you this enthusiastic when it's time to fight?!"

The group waited outside a little longer, until the awkward atmosphere had mostly dissipated, then knocked again.

Knock... knock... knock...

After entering the supervisor's office and identifying themselves, Evan found that the major's attitude was clearly much better than it had been toward that butler. He briskly handled the procedures for them.

Even so, by the time they completed the complicated process and collected the item Gell had ordered, it was already noon. This made Evan even more curious about what could be worth such trouble. If the occasion had been appropriate, he would have wanted to open the box right then and take a look.

"Captain Evan, please give Colonel Gell my regards!"

the major said as he shook Evan's hand before they left.

After more than half a morning, and several hints from the major, Evan had already realized what was going on. That failed backroom deal he had overheard earlier had actually been aimed at the item in his hands!

An indescribable feeling churned within him.

He had nearly lost it without even knowing what it was.

No matter why the major had refused that curly-haired butler's request, both he and Uncle Gell owed the man a favor.

"Thank you for your trouble, Major. I'll explain the situation to my uncle. Many thanks!" As he spoke, Evan's form of address for Gell quietly changed. At the same time, he keenly noticed the fleeting delight in the major's eyes.

A great man once said, "Without factions within the party, all manner of strange things arise." The Kingdom Navy was no paradise either, so naturally it had its own factional divisions.

If he had not happened to board Uncle Gell's warship, then with the potential he had displayed, he would probably have been forced to choose a camp by now and become entangled in all sorts of troublesome conflicts, wouldn't he?

An item that had already been reserved had nearly been snatched away. He did not know the details, nor did he have the ability to interfere for now. But that did not prevent him from telling Gell everything exactly as it had happened. This greatest patron of his would naturally handle it himself.

His most important task now was to break through to become a Formal Knight!

And the key clearly lay in the box in his hands.

After all, if Evan still could not guess what this item was after everything that had happened, he would be an idiot. What else was worth being delivered through official channels, and worth powerful nobles tearing off their masks to fight over?

As expected, it was the main ingredient for the Black Sea Magic Potion that Uncle Gell had reserved for him at some unknown time: an Extraordinary Trait contained within a Demonic Organ—and it was certainly no ordinary one!!!