Formulating Potions

"No injuries on his body—just unconscious?"

Aiven ignored the thoughts of those around him and spotted the problem from Baron Reiser's condition.

Sleep state... He made a judgment based on his past life knowledge; the concept of abnormal statuses likely hadn't emerged in this world yet.

If it were an ordinary sleep state, things would be simple—one Lingyu Fruit would suffice.

But these apothecaries had tried many methods without waking Baron Reiser, which meant this wasn't normal sleep.

It was probably an attack from a hypnosis-type move, though he couldn't tell if it was Sleep Powder or Hypnosis.

"Young apothecary, have you noticed anything?"

Sir Bellin looked at Aiven, who was deep in thought, and asked aloud in front of everyone.

He planned to use the apothecaries present to test him on the spot, exposing his identity as a fraud and sending him packing as soon as possible.

Aiven glanced at Sir Bellin before him and guessed his intentions, sneering inwardly.

After a moment's thought, he looked at the lord, who was also watching him, and said:

"Baron Reiser should have been affected by the power of a monster."

"For example, some Grass-type monsters carry powder with hypnotic effects."

"Or some... uh, monsters with strong Psychic Power can use Psychic Attacks to exert hypnosis."

Aiven explained. In this era, Spiritology and attributes were only vague concepts.

In the real world, spirits could have one or two attributes—for instance, Petilil only had the Grass Attribute, while Ironclad Rhinoceros had both Ground and Rock Attributes.

Each spirit and move had its own attribute. When a move of a specific attribute directly dealt damage to a spirit of a certain attribute, based on Type Compatibility, it could be super effective, not very effective, or immune.

"Monster power... we thought the same." Several older apothecaries nodded, agreeing with that point.

Extracting Sleep Powder from Grass-type monsters wasn't particularly difficult for them.

But the baron's condition was too strange—they couldn't wake him with their methods, which made them doubt their own judgment.

Hah, anyone could guess that... Apothecary Haren dismissed it casually and cut in: "So do you know the cure?"

They'd only asked offhand, not expecting an answer, but to their surprise, the latter actually nodded.

This immediately drew everyone's attention in the room, even the apothecaries brewing the Panacea.

"It's actually simple. Just use Orange Fruit and Lingyu Fruit to make a potion that will wake the baron." Aiven stated directly.

Given his position, if he didn't offer a direct solution, it would be hard to make these people believe him.

"You know that recipe too?" The young apothecary was quite surprised, sizing up Aiven—it seemed he really did have some apothecary skills.

After all, every potion recipe was crucial to apothecaries; unless you were their student, it was basically impossible to pass it on to outsiders.

But they'd already used that recipe, and it hadn't worked.

"No effect?"

Aiven paused, then continued: "My potion might work."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on him again.

When they'd said the recipe didn't work, he still claimed his potion would?

Wasn't that saying his potion was more effective than every apothecary present?

Keep in mind, this room held nearly the best apothecaries in the City of Ambition, including Master Olay and Master John!

Could this commoner apothecary's skill surpass even a Master Apothecary?

"I hope you're not joking." Sir Bellin lowered his voice too, now suspecting Aiven was deliberately causing trouble.

Aiven calmly looked at Sir Bellin. "You seem to have a bias against me?"

Hearing this, many in the room felt like laughing—clearly, Sir Bellin wasn't the only one biased against him.

"Are you sure you want to give up a chance? Or are you that confident in the Panacea?" Aiven glanced at everyone and added: "Legends are just legends, after all."

This time, no one refuted him. As he said, the Panacea was a desperate attempt on their part.

Before Sir Bellin could say more, Aiven said flatly: "If I cure him, you'll give me back the Petilil. How about that?"

Hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned again, not quite processing it.

Wasn't that Petilil Sir Bellin's? What did he mean by 'give it back'?

But many quickly caught on, including Lady Mila, who frowned slightly and looked at Sir Bellin, whose expression flickered.

Damn bastard. Sir Bellin was furious inside.

Though Aiven hadn't said it outright, the implication was clear—that Petilil didn't belong to him!

He wanted to lash out on the spot, but Aiven hadn't explicitly stated it, and he caught the lord's gaze, forcing himself to swallow his anger.

"You're an interesting fellow."

"If you can wake my father, I'll give you the Petilil!" Sir Bellin said with a calm face, desperately saving face.

Aiven shook his head dismissively at the noble's ostrich-like behavior. Since the other had agreed, his goal was achieved.

"Little one, I'll take you home soon."

Hearing his words, everyone present cast another surprised glance at Aiven—he had come to save this Petilil?

"Petilil..." The Petilil stared blankly at Aiven before it, never expecting that he had truly come to rescue it.

Looking at the confident smile on Aiven's face, the Petilil inexplicably felt a surge of courage, an emotion called hope rising in its heart.

This person is unexpectedly gentle... I hope he can really awaken Uncle Reize... Mila thought to herself, not wanting the Petilil to die like this either.