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Chapter 100
Chapter 100: An Invitation from the Herbalist Guild? The Imperial Magic Academy
Kacha!
He pulled open the heavy, dark-brown doors, which were carved with a type of flower that Tang Zheng didn't recognize.
This conspicuous floral emblem was likely the family crest of the minor noble who originally owned this courtyard. The carving was exceptionally detailed, betraying the door's considerable expense.
However!
The creaking sound from the friction of leather and iron buckles at the hinges as the doors were pushed open was proof that this expensive pair of doors had not been maintained for a very long time.
A middle-aged man in a black gentleman's suit, with a well-maintained, ruddy complexion, looked at Tang Zheng as he appeared in his line of sight. The impatience in his eyes immediately vanished.
"Good evening, Lord Tang."
The middle-aged man didn't wait for Tang Zheng to speak. He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and then spoke with a confident smile plastered across his face.
The professional-looking fake smile, combined with his pre-emptive manner of speaking, seemed complimentary on the surface but actually carried an air of intimidation.
"You even know my name. It seems you've gone to a lot of trouble," Tang Zheng said with a calm expression, showing no particular surprise.
Even Imina didn't know his surname, "Tang." As a middleman, she had no need to know the identity of her employer.
It wasn't difficult to find out where he lived. After all, all the potions flowed out from here through Imina. One only needed to keep an eye on her for a period of time to find his address.
"So, you found out through the rental contract I signed," Tang Zheng chuckled. He had used his Adventurer identity when he signed the contract back then.
The fake smile on the middle-aged man's face stiffened slightly. This Alchemist named Tang was much younger than he had expected.
His pure white priest robe and gentle expression gave the initial impression that he would be easy to handle.
But with just one or two sentences.
The middle-aged man realized that not only was this young Alchemist a troublesome character, but he also wouldn't be easily intimidated by a few words.
"My name is Bert. I am a pharmacist and a member of the Herbalist Guild. Our guild is hosting a cocktail party tonight, and we have invited pharmacists from all the major herbal workshops."
"The Alchemy Potion you create, Lord Tang, though not made from herbs, is still a type of healing potion."
A professional smile reappeared on the middle-aged man's face as he continued:
"Our guild master has specially invited Lord Tang to attend."
After speaking, the middle-aged man turned slightly to the side, gesturing toward a four-wheeled carriage behind him.
"Not interested."
Tang Zheng said flatly, turning around to go back inside.
He had no interest in participating in such scheming activities. Not only was it a waste of his time, but it was also like choosing to sit down and play along with this group of people when he could have just flipped the table.
It was both boring and pointless.
"Lord Tang!"
"Are you sure you want to refuse? This is an opportunity for both of us." The middle-aged man's expression turned a little cold, his voice rising noticeably.
If this were before the Bloody Emperor ascended the throne, they wouldn't have just invited this foreign Alchemist; if he had dared to sell potions at such a low price so brazenly.
They would have made sure this young man never saw the light of another day!
Of course.
That would have been under the premise of seizing the alchemical formula from his hands.
However, ever since the Bloody Emperor Jircniv took the stage, a large number of new regulations had been issued, causing all sorts of new and innovative things to pour in from all over the country.
Furthermore, the Bloody Emperor Jircniv strongly encouraged the emergence of new things.
This forced many to change their old ways of doing things.
No one wanted to cause a stir and get noticed by the current Bloody Emperor. Those who dared to stick their necks out had already been cut down.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, letting his voice soften once more: "I've noticed that the Alchemy Potions you create, Lord Tang, have a very short storage time. If you are lacking the 'Preservation' magic that allows for long-term storage."
"We can provide you with this magic, and even some other alchemical techniques."
"With your talent, Lord Tang, once you master this type of magic and alchemical techniques, you will definitely be able to elevate your alchemy skills to a new level."
At this point.
A smile had returned to the middle-aged man's face. "And all we need is a little bit of guidance regarding the Alchemy Potions you produce."
Tang Zheng's steps forward paused. He turned back to look at the middle-aged man, a smile gracing his own face.
Joy bloomed in the middle-aged man's heart, just as he thought Tang Zheng had agreed.
"Not interested."
As soon as the words fell.
Swoosh!
The sound of something slicing through the air suddenly rang out.
A black chain transformed into a writhing snake. Before the middle-aged man could react, it had already wrapped around his neck, causing his face to instantly turn crimson as he began to suffocate.
"Arooo."
The Lesser Imp Hound's body swayed, and the bone chain suddenly whipped out, flinging the middle-aged man through the air. He crashed into the nearby four-wheeled carriage with a miserable scream.
"Hee-hee-hiss!"
The horses pulling the carriage were suddenly startled, letting out a series of neighs as they bolted, dragging the damaged carriage away.
Soon, it caused a series of startled cries down the street.
"Your control over the Bone Chain is getting more and more proficient."
Tang Zheng praised the Lesser Imp Hound beside him with satisfaction, then turned and entered the courtyard, the heavy brown doors closing once again.
As for the trouble this incident might cause later.
Tang Zheng didn't care at all. This world had always been one where the strong reigned supreme.
Just revealing the Third Tier 'Summon Angel' would be enough to deter a large crowd of people.
The next day.
Thanks to Imina's deliberate promotion, news began to spread about the mysterious Alchemist, Tang Zheng, having developed a new potion that could heal disabilities.
It caused a stir, especially in places like the Adventurer's Guild and The Singing Apple Pavilion, which were gathering spots for large numbers of Worker teams.
The recently popular Alchemy Potions, which were cheap and highly effective, were highly sought after by people like them who constantly walked in dangerous territories.
If not for the fact that these Alchemy Potions had a short storage life, they would have been desperate to hoard a large batch.
As the creator.
Tang Zheng was naturally aware of such thoughts. Once any good thing appeared, those who came into contact with it first would hoard it in large quantities.
The Potion of Regeneration that Tang Zheng had diluted not only had its healing effects weakened, but its storage time was also shortened to about five to six days.
This would greatly curb those who wanted to hoard it in large numbers.
Using the 'Preservation' magic could indeed extend the storage time of the potions.
But the problem was, a single Alchemy Potion was only worth eight copper coins. Wasting mana to preserve a potion of this level was simply not worth it.
While the news was spreading.
On the other side, Tang Zheng, taking the Lesser Imp Hound with him, uncharacteristically left the noble's courtyard.
On the bustling road.
Pedestrians on both sides walked with smiles on their faces, laughing and playing on sidewalks that were a step higher than the flat central road, which was used by a large number of carriages.
This somewhat modern design had made even Tang Zheng, who saw it for the first time half a month ago, stop and stare.
The more he observed, the more he could truly feel the gap between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire.
Tang Zheng took advantage of the bustling crowd and headed towards the central plaza.
The entire empire had three famous places: the Imperial Magic Ministry, the Imperial Magic Academy, and the Imperial Arena.
Among these three, the Imperial Magic Ministry was the most mysterious. It was established by the fifth emperor in a specially designated area within the imperial capital, and almost all of the empire's magical equipment was produced there.
Its security forces were no less than those of the imperial court, and this area was under the direct responsibility of Fluder.
The Imperial Magic Academy, on the other hand, was established during the reign of the sixth emperor, and it was the place Tang Zheng was heading to right now.
Outside the Imperial Magic Academy, inside a small, exquisite restaurant.
The translucent red tea on the table exuded a fragrant aroma. Tang Zheng lifted his cup and took a small sip, quietly waiting for his target to appear.
He didn't have to wait long.
A girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length golden hair, a thin frame, and wearing a loose, somewhat wrinkled French-style robe, entered.
She was hugging an iron staff that was taller than she was, cautiously walking in from outside the restaurant.
She first gave the restaurant's interior a wary glance before quickly spotting Tang Zheng sitting by the window.
Because Tang Zheng was waving at her.
"Hello, sir. May I ask if you were the one who posted the request?" the golden-haired girl asked, walking over, her voice a little timid.
"That's right. Please, have a seat first," Tang Zheng said gently, gesturing for her to sit down.
Arche!
That was the girl's name, and she was also the most tragic member of the future Worker team, 'Foresight.'
Tang Zheng had sought her out because Arche possessed a Talent called the 'Eye of Magical Insight,' and this Talent was the same as Fluder's.
He needed to use this Talent to confirm something.
End of Chapter
Kacha!
He pulled open the heavy, dark-brown doors, which were carved with a type of flower that Tang Zheng didn't recognize.
This conspicuous floral emblem was likely the family crest of the minor noble who originally owned this courtyard. The carving was exceptionally detailed, betraying the door's considerable expense.
However!
The creaking sound from the friction of leather and iron buckles at the hinges as the doors were pushed open was proof that this expensive pair of doors had not been maintained for a very long time.
A middle-aged man in a black gentleman's suit, with a well-maintained, ruddy complexion, looked at Tang Zheng as he appeared in his line of sight. The impatience in his eyes immediately vanished.
"Good evening, Lord Tang."
The middle-aged man didn't wait for Tang Zheng to speak. He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and then spoke with a confident smile plastered across his face.
The professional-looking fake smile, combined with his pre-emptive manner of speaking, seemed complimentary on the surface but actually carried an air of intimidation.
"You even know my name. It seems you've gone to a lot of trouble," Tang Zheng said with a calm expression, showing no particular surprise.
Even Imina didn't know his surname, "Tang." As a middleman, she had no need to know the identity of her employer.
It wasn't difficult to find out where he lived. After all, all the potions flowed out from here through Imina. One only needed to keep an eye on her for a period of time to find his address.
"So, you found out through the rental contract I signed," Tang Zheng chuckled. He had used his Adventurer identity when he signed the contract back then.
The fake smile on the middle-aged man's face stiffened slightly. This Alchemist named Tang was much younger than he had expected.
His pure white priest robe and gentle expression gave the initial impression that he would be easy to handle.
But with just one or two sentences.
The middle-aged man realized that not only was this young Alchemist a troublesome character, but he also wouldn't be easily intimidated by a few words.
"My name is Bert. I am a pharmacist and a member of the Herbalist Guild. Our guild is hosting a cocktail party tonight, and we have invited pharmacists from all the major herbal workshops."
"The Alchemy Potion you create, Lord Tang, though not made from herbs, is still a type of healing potion."
A professional smile reappeared on the middle-aged man's face as he continued:
"Our guild master has specially invited Lord Tang to attend."
After speaking, the middle-aged man turned slightly to the side, gesturing toward a four-wheeled carriage behind him.
"Not interested."
Tang Zheng said flatly, turning around to go back inside.
He had no interest in participating in such scheming activities. Not only was it a waste of his time, but it was also like choosing to sit down and play along with this group of people when he could have just flipped the table.
It was both boring and pointless.
"Lord Tang!"
"Are you sure you want to refuse? This is an opportunity for both of us." The middle-aged man's expression turned a little cold, his voice rising noticeably.
If this were before the Bloody Emperor ascended the throne, they wouldn't have just invited this foreign Alchemist; if he had dared to sell potions at such a low price so brazenly.
They would have made sure this young man never saw the light of another day!
Of course.
That would have been under the premise of seizing the alchemical formula from his hands.
However, ever since the Bloody Emperor Jircniv took the stage, a large number of new regulations had been issued, causing all sorts of new and innovative things to pour in from all over the country.
Furthermore, the Bloody Emperor Jircniv strongly encouraged the emergence of new things.
This forced many to change their old ways of doing things.
No one wanted to cause a stir and get noticed by the current Bloody Emperor. Those who dared to stick their necks out had already been cut down.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, letting his voice soften once more: "I've noticed that the Alchemy Potions you create, Lord Tang, have a very short storage time. If you are lacking the 'Preservation' magic that allows for long-term storage."
"We can provide you with this magic, and even some other alchemical techniques."
"With your talent, Lord Tang, once you master this type of magic and alchemical techniques, you will definitely be able to elevate your alchemy skills to a new level."
At this point.
A smile had returned to the middle-aged man's face. "And all we need is a little bit of guidance regarding the Alchemy Potions you produce."
Tang Zheng's steps forward paused. He turned back to look at the middle-aged man, a smile gracing his own face.
Joy bloomed in the middle-aged man's heart, just as he thought Tang Zheng had agreed.
"Not interested."
As soon as the words fell.
Swoosh!
The sound of something slicing through the air suddenly rang out.
A black chain transformed into a writhing snake. Before the middle-aged man could react, it had already wrapped around his neck, causing his face to instantly turn crimson as he began to suffocate.
"Arooo."
The Lesser Imp Hound's body swayed, and the bone chain suddenly whipped out, flinging the middle-aged man through the air. He crashed into the nearby four-wheeled carriage with a miserable scream.
"Hee-hee-hiss!"
The horses pulling the carriage were suddenly startled, letting out a series of neighs as they bolted, dragging the damaged carriage away.
Soon, it caused a series of startled cries down the street.
"Your control over the Bone Chain is getting more and more proficient."
Tang Zheng praised the Lesser Imp Hound beside him with satisfaction, then turned and entered the courtyard, the heavy brown doors closing once again.
As for the trouble this incident might cause later.
Tang Zheng didn't care at all. This world had always been one where the strong reigned supreme.
Just revealing the Third Tier 'Summon Angel' would be enough to deter a large crowd of people.
The next day.
Thanks to Imina's deliberate promotion, news began to spread about the mysterious Alchemist, Tang Zheng, having developed a new potion that could heal disabilities.
It caused a stir, especially in places like the Adventurer's Guild and The Singing Apple Pavilion, which were gathering spots for large numbers of Worker teams.
The recently popular Alchemy Potions, which were cheap and highly effective, were highly sought after by people like them who constantly walked in dangerous territories.
If not for the fact that these Alchemy Potions had a short storage life, they would have been desperate to hoard a large batch.
As the creator.
Tang Zheng was naturally aware of such thoughts. Once any good thing appeared, those who came into contact with it first would hoard it in large quantities.
The Potion of Regeneration that Tang Zheng had diluted not only had its healing effects weakened, but its storage time was also shortened to about five to six days.
This would greatly curb those who wanted to hoard it in large numbers.
Using the 'Preservation' magic could indeed extend the storage time of the potions.
But the problem was, a single Alchemy Potion was only worth eight copper coins. Wasting mana to preserve a potion of this level was simply not worth it.
While the news was spreading.
On the other side, Tang Zheng, taking the Lesser Imp Hound with him, uncharacteristically left the noble's courtyard.
On the bustling road.
Pedestrians on both sides walked with smiles on their faces, laughing and playing on sidewalks that were a step higher than the flat central road, which was used by a large number of carriages.
This somewhat modern design had made even Tang Zheng, who saw it for the first time half a month ago, stop and stare.
The more he observed, the more he could truly feel the gap between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire.
Tang Zheng took advantage of the bustling crowd and headed towards the central plaza.
The entire empire had three famous places: the Imperial Magic Ministry, the Imperial Magic Academy, and the Imperial Arena.
Among these three, the Imperial Magic Ministry was the most mysterious. It was established by the fifth emperor in a specially designated area within the imperial capital, and almost all of the empire's magical equipment was produced there.
Its security forces were no less than those of the imperial court, and this area was under the direct responsibility of Fluder.
The Imperial Magic Academy, on the other hand, was established during the reign of the sixth emperor, and it was the place Tang Zheng was heading to right now.
Outside the Imperial Magic Academy, inside a small, exquisite restaurant.
The translucent red tea on the table exuded a fragrant aroma. Tang Zheng lifted his cup and took a small sip, quietly waiting for his target to appear.
He didn't have to wait long.
A girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with shoulder-length golden hair, a thin frame, and wearing a loose, somewhat wrinkled French-style robe, entered.
She was hugging an iron staff that was taller than she was, cautiously walking in from outside the restaurant.
She first gave the restaurant's interior a wary glance before quickly spotting Tang Zheng sitting by the window.
Because Tang Zheng was waving at her.
"Hello, sir. May I ask if you were the one who posted the request?" the golden-haired girl asked, walking over, her voice a little timid.
"That's right. Please, have a seat first," Tang Zheng said gently, gesturing for her to sit down.
Arche!
That was the girl's name, and she was also the most tragic member of the future Worker team, 'Foresight.'
Tang Zheng had sought her out because Arche possessed a Talent called the 'Eye of Magical Insight,' and this Talent was the same as Fluder's.
He needed to use this Talent to confirm something.
End of Chapter
