Historical Experience

Darby Farm.

Aiven was concocting Healing Potions using berries.

He skillfully crushed the Orange Fruit into a test tube, then added three drops of juice from Orange Fruit leaves and other auxiliary ingredients...

The liquid produced a mysterious reaction within the test tube, and a faint, fresh scent wafted out.

Uncle Darby and Aunt Irene, standing nearby, exchanged glances. At this moment, they finally completely set aside their doubts.

But they still found it hard to believe that their nephew was truly an Apothecary!

"Anyway, that's how it is."

"I accidentally obtained an Apothecary's notebook and then mastered pharmaceutics through self-study."

"I originally planned to tell you, Uncle and Aunt, when the time was right, but this incident happened too suddenly, leaving me no time to think too much."

Aiven began to ramble. Whether you believe me or not, I'm an Apothecary now!

In the end, his aunt and uncle were forced to believe his story. The facts were right there; their nephew could indeed make potions!

"Haha, my nephew is truly talented." Uncle Darby was quick to accept it.

Aiven breathed a sigh of relief and smoothly said, "Uncle Darby, this is a Healing Potion. You can try its effects."

Uncle Darby took the potion, hesitated for a moment, opened the cap, and tilted his head, drinking it all in one gulp.

Beside him, Aunt Irene's heart was in her mouth. Although she believed Aiven was an Apothecary, could potions really be made from just Orange Fruit and auxiliary herbs?

It's a little sweet... This was Uncle Darby's first reaction.

The next moment, he suddenly trembled all over, feeling his fatigue vanish.

The constant hard labor, coupled with the worry after the Petilil was stolen, had made him very tired these past two days, but now all that fatigue was gone!

"What a potent recovery effect." Uncle Darby clenched his fist, feeling the strength coursing through him.

Aunt Irene saw it all and was somewhat surprised. Just then, Aiven handed her a bottle of Healing Potion.

This time, she drank the Healing Potion without any hesitation, and all her fatigue vanished!

"Good, good, good! This Healing Potion can quickly restore vitality. The effect is truly astonishing!"

"If we can market this potion, people will definitely buy it, especially those nobles and security officers."

"At that time, we'll be able to earn..." At this point, Uncle Darby suddenly paused, and then his eyes widened.

He suddenly realized. The ingredients for this bottle of Healing Potion were one Orange Fruit and some auxiliary herbs. The cost, the cost...

"The price of one Orange Fruit is 50 copper coins, and the effect of this Healing Potion is definitely no worse than the leaves of the Petilil," Aunt Irene reminded him.

Uncle Darby was a simple farmer. Prompted by his wife, he quickly calculated that the profit from this Healing Potion would be several times that of the Orange Fruit!

It could reach about tenfold profit... Aiven combined this with the memories in his mind, making a silent judgment.

Healing Potion, in fact, was like future world's nutritional juice, a nutrient for Spirits to consume, and its effects were definitely stronger than Uncle Darby imagined.

In the ancient Elf World, the currency units were gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins. 1 gold coin equaled 10 silver coins, and 1 silver coin equaled 100 copper coins.

Through conversion, he could roughly judge that the purchasing power of one copper coin was not much different from one yuan.

He estimated that one bottle of Healing Potion could be sold for 500 copper coins, which was 5 silver coins, exactly a tenfold profit.

Night fell, and the oil lamp in the room cast a faint glow.

Aiven sat quietly at the desk, his eyes closed, motionless, sorting through the memories of the original owner in his mind.

Now that he had accepted his new identity, he had to understand this world first.

The first thing I need to do is survive here. After a while, Aiven opened his eyes.

The world a thousand years ago was not as safe as the real world. It was a dark and barbaric society with distinct class hierarchies, threats from wild Spirits, and natural disasters and diseases that could take fragile lives at any moment.

"This starting situation is really not good." Aiven sighed.

His ordinary commoner status meant he could never enjoy the privileges of nobles. Fortunately, his uncle still had a farm, so at least food, clothing, shelter, and transportation were guaranteed.

But for Aiven, this was far from enough. He wanted to live without any threat.

Furthermore, the news about the Petilil on the farm had likely been exposed.

This time Baron Reiser fainted, but what about next time? Would some other baron faint and need a Petilil to refine a Panacea?

He had saved Baron Reiser this time, but he couldn't guarantee he could save other barons next time. This was always a threat to the farm, unless they gave up the Petilil.

He needed to possess enough strength, Aiven muttered to himself.

His starting situation wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either. The few Spirits the farm possessed were an opportunity. As long as he could raise these Spirits, he would have the ability to protect himself.

A Luxray that had adventured with Uncle Darby, a Mukkuru responsible for protecting the farm, plus three Cherubi and one Petilil – they had great potential.

And as a Spirit Breeder, wasn't raising Spirits his forte?

However, to raise Spirits well, he needed sufficient resources. This could be completely solved with Healing Potions.

If that were the case, he would have all the conditions to raise a powerful Spirit.

History's lessons told him that the Spirit Alliance was built upon a group of powerful trainers; strength was the foundation of everything!

The next day, Aiven and an impatient Uncle Darby entered the city together.

As they walked, their eyes scanned the street signs, finally stopping in front of a fruit shop.

The fruit shop looked very ordinary, with large quantities of common berries on the counter and only a small portion of rare ones.

"Aiven, is this where they sell potions?"

Uncle Darby asked doubtfully. He couldn't help but feel it looked like a simple fruit stand.

"It should be correct."

"This is a potion-maker contact point that some of my Apothecary predecessors told me about."

Hearing Aiven say this, Uncle Darby nodded, surprised that Aiven actually knew Apothecary predecessors.

It seemed his nephew had indeed started studying potions a long time ago, and only he, his uncle, had been unaware.

"Hello, customer, what would you like?"

Seeing Aiven and Uncle Darby enter, the shop owner immediately came forward.

"I'm here to sell potions. I heard you buy them." Aiven said, opening a corner of his backpack to reveal the green potions inside.

Potions... The shop owner sized Aiven up, asking, "Who sent you here?"

"I don't think that's important, as long as the potions are genuine."

The shop owner nodded slightly. This was a legitimate Apothecary contact point. As long as the potions were real, they could conduct normal business.

Inviting Aiven into the shop, the owner continued, "You've come at just the right time. One of my Apothecary friends is currently here."

With that, the shop owner went into the back room. Shortly after, a young Apothecary emerged with the owner.

"Oh, are you Apothecary Aiven?" the emerging Apothecary exclaimed, recognizing Aiven.

Aiven looked over and let out a surprised sound. Wasn't this the young Apothecary who had argued with him at Baron Reiser's place?

"Hello, Apothecary Link, we meet again." He extended his hand in greeting and smiled.

"I didn't expect Mr. Aiven to remember me." Link was flattered and extended his hand to shake Aiven's. Their relationship immediately grew closer.

The shop owner watched this, his eyes darting around. Link was the most outstanding disciple of Master Apothecary Aulai, yet he was so polite to this person.

Uncle Darby, standing nearby, had a similar expression. Without his knowledge, his nephew seemed to have already made quite a name for himself in the Apothecary circles?