Reverend John

Nelson Eddie's influence proved quite effective; within a few days, he arrived to announce that he had scheduled an appointment with Pastor John.

The time was set for the morning of the day after tomorrow, and they were instructed to arrive at Moonbrook by then.

Since the journey to Moonbrook was quite long and lacked convenient transportation, Drew decided to set off a day early, planning to stay at Nelson Eddie's home for the night.

While staying at his home, Nelson Eddie introduced his son to Drew, hoping he would catch Drew's eye and find a patron for his boy.

It was a pity that while his son was a decent person with abilities far superior to Deke's, he simply lacked any talent for magic.

However, if Nelson Eddie were to truly become his apprentice in the future, this connection would allow him to have the man handle tasks on his behalf.

That would be far better than relying on Deke, whose abilities were lacking and who, being someone else's man, could never be truly loyal to him.

If he took Nelson Eddie as an apprentice, then his son would effectively be one of his own.

That evening, Drew expressed his approval of Nelson Eddie's son, Josh Eddie, leaving the entire Eddie family overjoyed.

Early the next morning, they arrived at the church in Moonbrook, where Pastor John was already waiting for them at the entrance.

"Pastor John, I'm sorry to trouble you today." Nelson Eddie bowed to show his respect.

"Don't say such things; it is my honor to be able to help others. May the Holy Light shine upon you." John smiled warmly and helped Nelson Eddie up.

It was clear that Pastor John was a very easygoing person, likely a devout believer just like the Archbishop.

"You must be the alchemist Drew," Pastor John said, turning toward Drew.

"Yes, I am Drew. It is a pleasure to meet you, Pastor John."

"A pleasure to meet you, Alchemist Drew. To be honest, I was quite curious when I heard about this matter. Don't alchemists usually use beasts or magical beasts when conducting experiments for new potions?" As he said this, Pastor John's tone carried a hint of skepticism.

It was true; alchemical experiments were typically conducted on beasts or magical beasts.

Just as Karen had done when testing a healing potion previously, he had captured a Stone-skinned Boar for the experiment.

Speaking of which, the Stone-skinned Boar was a fantastic test subject.

It possessed no magic and was merely a beast, yet its body was incredibly tough, capable of withstanding the magical energy of a potion.

It was practically the perfect test subject.

Yet now, Drew intended to use Nelson Eddie's body for his experiment.

It sounded just like the wicked mages who used humans for vile magical experiments; it sounded truly evil.

For a devout divine caster like Pastor John, such wicked acts were strictly forbidden.

That was why he needed to ask clearly and voice his concerns beforehand.

"Pastor John, you may have misunderstood. We are testing the efficacy of a healing potion on ordinary people. I am currently developing a healing potion that can treat commoners. There have been many precedents of ordinary people accidentally consuming healing potions, and those treated have never faced life-threatening risks or lasting side effects. This is by no means a wicked potion experiment; I only ask you to cast your divine arts as a precaution to ensure there is no risk at all." Drew explained hurriedly, fearing that if he didn't clarify, he might be branded an evil mage.

"Oh, I see. I have seen and treated ordinary people who accidentally consumed healing potions myself. If it is truly as you say—an experiment for a healing potion—then with me here, I can guarantee there will be no risk. At first, I was puzzled as to why Mr. Nelson Eddie would agree to such a wicked experiment, so I wanted to invite you here to see if he was being coerced. But seeing you now, you are not as I imagined, so I had to ask. I am glad it is not what I feared." Upon hearing that it was an experiment involving a healing potion, Pastor John's expression relaxed.

"Thank you for your concern." Hearing that Pastor John cared so much for his safety, Nelson Eddie was deeply moved and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Very well, let us go inside. We shall conduct the experiment in my prayer room; my divine arts will be more effective there." Pastor John welcomed them in.

"You may begin. I am ready to cast a healing spell at any moment," Pastor John said after leading them into the prayer room. "You may bring out the potion."

Drew took out the Perfect Healing Potion and handed it to Nelson Eddie, saying, "We won't test the potion's effects just yet. Take a small sip first to feel the magical energy of the potion and see if your body can handle it."

"Wait, this is a healing potion?" Pastor John looked at the golden liquid, which looked completely different from a standard healing potion, and voiced his doubt.

He looked at Drew, suspecting that he was using the name of a healing potion to conduct a wicked experiment with some other concoction.

Does he think I'm some country bumpkin who has never seen a healing potion? At this thought, Pastor John felt a flicker of anger.

"Pastor John, please don't misunderstand. This is indeed a healing potion. Why don't you take it and examine it yourself?" Drew said, and Nelson Eddie handed the potion to Pastor John.

In truth, even Nelson Eddie did not know that Pastor John was himself a genuine high-level alchemist registered with the Alchemist Association.

Pastor John took the potion, intending to refute the claim, but as he felt the magical energy within, he paused.

Huh, it really does seem to be the mana of a Healing Potion, yet there is something different about it. Where exactly does it differ? I am certainly not talking about the color; the color is obvious. What Priest John is questioning is the mana. That's right, the mana of this potion—the mana—this is actually a Healing Potion of perfect quality.

"This is actually of perfect quality. This, this, this... it has been many years since a perfect quality potion has appeared."

"Master Drew, did you brew this?" Priest John asked excitedly upon seeing that it was a perfect quality Healing Potion.

He even added the honorific "Master" when addressing Drew.

"Yes, Priest John, do you have any questions? Is there something wrong with this potion?" Drew asked, seeing how agitated Priest John was.

"Ten years. It has been at least ten years since a perfect quality potion has emerged."

"Master Drew, do you know that if this Healing Potion is verified as perfect quality, your name will be recorded in the history of the Alchemist Association?"

"Are you certain you want to use this potion for the experiment?" Priest John explained, his tone suggesting that Drew should not consume this potion but rather take it for appraisal.

"I am certain I want to use this potion for the experiment."

"Only by using a perfect quality Healing Potion does the experiment have any meaning; the results for other qualities of Healing Potion are already determined." Drew answered firmly, not caring in the slightest about leaving his name in history.

"This, is this really a perfect quality potion?"

"Does a perfect quality potion really exist?"

"Are you really going to give a perfect quality potion to me for the experiment?"

"Wouldn't that be too wasteful?" Hearing that this was the legendary perfect quality potion, Nelson Eddie also became agitated and fired off a series of questions.

Priest John stood to the side, sighing as well, feeling that using it for an experiment was too wasteful and a great pity.

A perfect potion like this should be enshrined as a family heirloom.

"It's fine, I can make more," Drew said nonchalantly.

"What! You can still make more!" Priest John was stunned. According to the accounts of those alchemists who had produced perfect quality potions, creating a perfect potion was always a flash of inspiration, with absolutely no guarantee of being able to produce another.

Drew stated with certainty that he could produce more. Priest John wanted to question him, but he closed his mouth before he could even speak.

Because Drew had taken out another bottle of perfect quality Healing Potion; in just these few days, Drew had produced another one.

Although the success rate of production was terrifyingly low, Drew had still managed to produce it.

Therefore, Drew had the confidence to say he could produce more.