Old Man Pidon's private laboratory was in a secret basement within the Heavy Industry Factory Residential Area.
This place seemed to have originally been a warehouse for storing materials. At some unknown point, Old Man Pidon had transformed it into this.
Old Man Pidon's laboratory was as filthy as his way of life, messy to the extreme.
A heavy smell of engine oil lingered throughout the laboratory. Saine doubted whether the old man could live to be three thousand years old.
Having spent so long in such a harsh environment, coupled with the corrosive effects of heavy metal elements on his cells, even as a Second-Level Magician, his lifespan was bound to be shortened.
In truth, the reason Piton had been moved by Saine's ten thousand Magic Coins was also because the old man was badly in need of money.
In this world, there was almost nothing money could not buy.
With enough money, even life itself could be prolonged.
Just as Saine had guessed, Old Man Pidon's health had deteriorated to the extreme.
If the theoretical lifespan of a Second-Level Magician was three thousand years, then this old man would be lucky to reach two thousand five hundred.
The dreadful laboratory environment, along with his usual neglect of hygiene and self-care, had withered the old man's hair and left his bodily functions utterly depleted.
Old Man Pidon was 2,671 years old this year.
The reason he had survived until today also had to do with the vast quantities of Longevity Potions and heavenly treasures he had purchased and consumed.
Alchemists were more or less among the wealthiest of Wizards of the same rank in the Wizard World.
After costs, Old Man Pidon would earn roughly seven thousand Magic Coins from Saine's order.
What Second-Level Magician could become so rich