Visiting Stormwind City

That same day, Pastor John took a carriage back to Moonbrook. Why a carriage? Because he hadn't slept for a day and a night.

He had managed one nap the day he received the Perfect Healing Potion from Drew, then set off early the next morning. He spent half a day riding on horseback, only to spend the entire night waiting outside the library for the guild president.

Now, rushing back in such a hurry, he simply couldn't hold on any longer; he rented a carriage and fell asleep inside.

When he arrived in Moonbrook and woke up, Pastor John initially wanted to rush off to find Drew. However, he realized he had spent the entire day sleeping in a carriage, and his disheveled appearance didn't seem very dignified for a meeting.

With night falling again, he decided to just go tomorrow and spent another night at home.

The next day, Pastor John didn't rush off to Lincoln Town to find Drew.

He thought about how, before leaving, Drew had given Nelson Eddie a task: to find commoners willing to serve as test subjects.

Only two days had passed, and he figured Nelson Eddie hadn't found suitable candidates yet, as his connections weren't that extensive.

If he could complete this task himself, he could invite them over directly and bring up the matter of the Alchemist Association in Stormwind City without it seeming too abrupt.

In just half a day, Pastor John leveraged his connections to find five volunteers willing to undergo the experiment.

He immediately used his authority to send a carrier pigeon to the mayor of Lincoln Town, asking him to inform Drew and invite him to come over the next day to conduct the experiment.

The message reached Drew very quickly. Upon receiving it, Drew immediately began preparing the potions and notified Nelson Eddie to return to Moonbrook with him the following day.

Back in the church at Moonbrook, inside Pastor John's prayer room.

The five commoners closed their eyes and drank the potions in their hands. Each of these five individuals bore fresh wounds.

Some had lacerations from blades, others had burns, and some had injuries from blunt force trauma.

Everyone was hurt quite badly, dripping with blood, with some wounds deep enough to see bone.

But after they drank the potions, their wounds healed rapidly, leaving not a single scar behind.

They looked at their wounds in amazement, turning them over to inspect them from every angle.

Just then, they felt a sharp pain in their stomachs and immediately realized this was the side effect they had been warned about during the briefing.

Following instructions, they immediately drank the second bottle, and the pain vanished instantly.

While they were still marveling at the potions they had consumed, the experiment was already complete. Drew didn't even need to perform a physical examination; he simply activated his

Scanning System

and scanned them, confirming everything was perfectly fine with all five individuals.

However, Pastor John remained cautious and performed his own check-up. Once he was certain there were no issues, he let them go, instructing them to come to the church immediately if they felt any discomfort.

The group left happily after collecting their payment from Nelson Eddie.

In less than twenty minutes, they had walked away with a large sum of money without suffering any lasting damage—how could they not be happy?

After Pastor John sent everyone off, he noticed Drew was busy summarizing the experiment and didn't step forward to disturb him.

Seeing that Drew had finished organizing his notes, he stepped up and asked, "How was it? Are you satisfied with the results of the experiment?"

"Yes, the results are quite satisfactory. It seems the Perfect Healing Potion can indeed be administered to commoners, though it does have side effects—but that's easily solved with an extra bottle of Antidote Potion. It looks like the two will have to be sold as a set," Drew replied.

"So, can this healing potion be mass-produced now? Does this mean you've completed the Alchemist Association's task regarding the healing potion?"

"Er, not quite yet. After all, there's no new formula, and for now, I'm the only one who can produce it, and the yield is extremely low. It certainly can't be supplied to the general public; I imagine it would only be available to high-status individuals, like nobles, royalty, or wealthy merchants," Drew explained.

"Oh? The formula hasn't changed? Then what method is used to create this perfect potion? Is it possible to share the technique? Our Alchemist Association would like to talk to you about it; do you have any time?" Pastor John seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

"The method can be shared, but whether you can replicate it is another matter. For now, I suspect I'm the only one who can occasionally pull it off; it would likely be very difficult for others. From the moment you took that bottle, I knew your Alchemist Association would come looking for me. I still need to organize my research, so how about this: I'll visit the Stormwind City branch of the Alchemist Association on the first of next month."

"I am truly grateful."

A few days later, Drew accompanied Pastor John to Stormwind City.

Drew looked up at the majestic city, which was vastly different from the Stormwind City in his memories.

After all, the Stormwind City from the game he remembered was rebuilt upon the ruins of this very city. He recalled that the Alchemist Association in the game was located in the Mage District, but there was no Mage District here, so Drew had no choice but to follow Pastor John, taking in the local customs and scenery of Stormwind City as they walked.

Following John to the city center, they arrived at a building that looked very similar to the Alchemist Association headquarters in Dalaran. This must be the Stormwind City branch of the Alchemist Association.

Sure enough, just as Pastor John led him to the building, a large group of people emerged. Leading them was Pastor John's mentor, Pierre Sarkozy, the president of the Stormwind City branch of the Alchemist Association.

Standing beside President Pierre were the vice presidents, elders, and other high-ranking members of the association.

Over the past few days, President Pierre had shown them the true Perfect Healing Potion Drew had crafted and shared historical records regarding potions of such perfect quality. Now that they knew of Drew's visit, they all watched him with eager eyes.

"Respected Master Drew, greetings. I am Pierre Sarkozy, president of the Stormwind City branch of the Alchemist Association. Welcome."

"Welcome, welcome," the others echoed in unison.

"Greetings, President. I am merely an ordinary Senior Alchemist; I am unworthy of the title of Master," Drew said humbly.

"You are worthy, absolutely worthy. How could someone capable of concocting a True Perfect quality potion be unworthy of the title of Master?

Regardless of your rank when you produced a True Perfect quality potion, it proves your talent in the field of alchemy. One way or another, you will eventually become a renowned Alchemy Master.

This is beyond doubt; it is only a matter of time."

"True Perfect?" Pastor John had not yet told Drew about the matter of True Perfect quality, and Drew had always assumed that what he produced were simply Perfect quality potions.

"It's fine, it's fine. Let us go inside to discuss this." With that, the group welcomed Drew through the gates of the Alchemist Association.