Abe the Wizard Chapter 780 - : Inherited

Chapter 780: Inherited

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

After Abel sent off Master Alfred, he flicked open the Master Alchemist inheritance. This book was not made with leaves but the common orc skin of the Holy Continent.

There were 3 potion formulas being recorded as well as the research results of the past Master alchemists.

‘Age increasing potion’ this potion required 30 or more types of ingredients. Each time it could increase lifespan for 30 years. Although this potion could only be used once in a lifetime, it could still make you live longer. Even a single year would be great.

The best thing about the Age increasing potion was that any life form could use it, and there was no special requirement for body attributes.

However, 3 of the required ingredients had already gone extinct in the Holy Continent. 2 of them were the main ingredients. So making this potion was near impossible.

Due to the extinction of certain ingredients, an ill.u.s.tration of each ingredient was clearly drawn out in this book.

The elf who made this book must be highly skilled at drawing. Every stroke of detail was precise.

‘Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion’ the injury of the soul was the scariest injury of all. It was almost impossible to heal it easily. Minor injuries to the soul could only be recovered with time through the natural strength of the body. Major injuries to the soul resulted in death.

Anything that had to do with the soul was a treasure since injuries to the soul were impossible to treat.

2 of the required ingredients for this Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion were also extinct in the Holy Continent. However, through the research of countless generations of Master Alchemists, a few subst.i.tutes were found. Although their effects were not as strong as the original one, it was still somewhat beneficial to the soul.

Still, both the original and the altered version of the Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion needed a Master Alchemist’s skills. Even though the altered version was achievable, its ingredients were still extremely rare. At least Abel had never seen most of them.

Abel had emptied the storage room of the alchemy union, and he had seen countless amounts of ingredients over the years, so you can imagine how rare the ingredients for that Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion were.

Of course, this potion was also beneficial to wizards. Besides recovering the soul, it could also strengthen it if your soul was not injured.

If you wanted to become a wizard, your soul needed to be a lot stronger than a normal human. This way, the power of the will could form, which was the foundation of wizardry.

If the soul of a wizard could be strengthened, the effect of their meditation would be a lot stronger.

Although not many people would waste this Master Alchemist exclusive potion on strengthening the soul, Abel was tempted. His soul was already extremely powerful. Even a slight increase would be a good thing.

Also, he could use this potion on his family or his children in the future if they were not gifted in wizardry. A stronger soul leads to a stronger power of the will.

Then there was the ‘Lizard Potion.’ This potion could regenerate severed limbs. Abel’s mouth immediately dropped to the floor. Even his ‘full recovery potion’ could not fully regenerate a limb.

Some of its core ingredients were also extinct, and subst.i.tutes had been found after generations of research. Still, this newer version could only be effective when the original severed limb was well preserved and not damaged.

Abel put down the Master Alchemist inheritance. If alchemy was his main occupation, researching and finding subst.i.tutes for these 3 alchemy formulas would be his future path. Or maybe he could even create the 2 altered versions of those potions to further increase his own alchemy ability.

However, Abel did think about it too much. Doing alchemy research just wasn’t his priority at that moment. The ‘survival potion’ was quite good, but all of its ingredients were extinct, and finding subst.i.tutes wouldn’t be possible without the help of at least a few other Master Alchemists.

Abel bet he alchemy union could find a few ingredients for the ‘Soul nouris.h.i.+ng potion,’ but those things were too valuable. If he wanted to increase his ability through a soul-nouris.h.i.+ng potion, the difference it could make was basically like adding a drop of water in a bucket anyway.

The ‘Lizard Potion’ could be a game-changer, but the altered version was basically useless. If he could preserve his limb, even normal recovery potions could do the trick.

Connecting a limb to a body was basically like healing a big wound, but the scary thing about the original Lizard Potion was that it could grow an entirely new limb from nothing.

Abel skimmed through the ingredients for the altered ‘soul-nouris.h.i.+ng potion’ once more and left his personal alchemy room. All the alchemists outside had left, so he used this opportunity to give his ingredient list to the service a.s.sistance behind the counter on the first floor.

After waiting for his long reply, he quickly stepped on the teleportation circle and went back to Orwell Palace.

After he settled with Steward Brewer, teleportation yet again through the large teleportation circle and arrived at his magic tower in Harry Castle.

The first thing Abel did was to find Wizard Morton. When Abel found him, he bowed and said, “Teacher, I am now an intermediate wizard. I want to use the spell training room for some time!”

Wizard Morton was stunned for a moment, but he was slowly getting used to it, so he helplessly said, “Abel, you shock me every time. The spell training room is ready. You can forbid anyone from entering at any time!”

The spell training room was actually located on the second floor of Morton magic tower. That room was filled with special fog, covering the cloudy aura of the rune word ‘insight.’

This training room had become the favorite place for the Harry Castle wizard circle’s core members. Normally, leveling up spells could take hundreds of years, but now they only needed 10 days. That feeling of endless mana had made every wizard’s heart melt.

Since Abel wanted to use the training room, Wizard Morton, as the owner of this magic tower, wouldn’t want any other wizards to distract him.

Afterward, all core members of the wizard circle received a message saying the training room would be closed for some time. The reopening was yet to be announced.

Abel stood in the center of the training room. He needed to level up his ‘move in a flash’ to the highest level in the shortest period of time.

Normally new intermediate wizards would take a long time to adjust to their new wizard pattern before practicing an intermediate spell like this, but not Abel. He had entered the training room before even learning the spell.

Abel had studied the ‘move in a flash’ pattern long ago. Every detail of it was clearly burned in his mind.

He began to draw with his hand in mid-air. Through the direction of his fingers, his power of the will created a complicated spell pattern. Afterward, the wizard core in his mind injected mana into it.

His power of the will then located on a spot in the training room and ignited the ‘move in a flash’ spell pattern. As a white light flashed, his body disappeared and reappeared in the spot he located.

Just like that, he had done his first ‘move in a flash’. In the past, he could do this through Black Wind or a ‘move in a flash’ scroll, but doing it himself was a totally different experience.

A dark gold glow flashed on his Horadric Cube, and a symbol of a person’s shadow appeared on the skill tree. From then on, all he needed to do was to ignite that symbol, and he could move in a flash.

His success turned him into an actually powerful wizard, an invincible wizard.