A look of pleasant surprise flashed through Albert's eyes. "There's actually this much Cave Worm Spinal Fluid. I thought it would be difficult for me to obtain this much again."
"Locke, thank you so much."
Anglu and Aixi watched from the side, their throats bobbing as well. They had never expected Locke to be able to take so much Tartarus Cave Worm Spinal Fluid out of what appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary shattered lens.
Their eyes went wide.
This stuff was hard currency. It had almost no side effects, and whether it was used to advance to a Formal Wizard or simply to increase a Wizard Apprentice's mana, it was extraordinarily useful.
Albert immediately opened one of the glass bottles and tipped it into his mouth.
He quickly drank all the spinal fluid.
Immediately afterward, he looked at Locke. After receiving Locke's nod, he drank the Sacrifice Potion. In an instant, Albert's Magic Pressure and spirituality underwent some kind of special change.
"It really was as I thought. Back when I drank the Sacrifice Potion, I had seen far too little of the world, so I never realized the key to the problem." Locke observed the peculiarities in Albert's mana. "The Sacrifice Potion allows a person to exchange their lifespan and potential for actual Magic Pressure. The secret lies in the extreme changes taking place in Albert's Magic Pressure and spirituality—and perhaps on the physical level as well—across all three levels."
"This should be an extremely special state. However, the White Wizard Association has completely sealed away the secrets behind it. Even a Potion Master like me can't investigate them."
Locke calculated how many Magic Stones he would need at minimum to investigate this secret. After weighing it briefly, he discovered that the project would require a