Ruger was still nodding in agreement when old Lunse had already begun another round of brewing. In truth, when Ruger realized the difference between these two ways of absorbing knowledge and improving, he had considered a similar answer. For a Wizard apprentice, cultivating the habit of figuring things out for oneself was also an indispensable lesson. He believed that if old Lunse truly had a dog-headed, dog-brained junior, that junior would certainly receive excellent training.
Unfortunately, he was not.
All he could do was silently offer his blessings, hoping old Lunse would ultimately achieve a good result, hoping all the old dog-headed man's preparations would finally bear fruit. After all, old Lunse had lived in lively Burning Blood City for so long. If he failed, then even if he survived, should Jenny send him somewhere ordinary people could never reach and trap him there, he would surely find it hard to endure.
"Don't let your mind wander. This one might turn out very well."
Old Lunse bared his large dog mouth in a grin, staring intently at the several materials constantly undergoing changes, his eyes shining brightly.
Ruger focused and carefully sensed the changes in the potion.
As the final drop of mushroom essence made its appearance, the entire potion, together with the bottle itself, instantly emitted a gentle white radiance that seemed both real and illusory.
It even affected Ruger and old Lunse beside it.
Ruger shook his head and watched as the gentle white glow gradually withdrew into the potion. In that instant, his mind had gone hazy and a trace of drowsiness had welled up, but it lasted only for that moment. With his powerful mental strength and the aid of the Mental Boil spell, it was impossible for it to have any major effect on him.