Chapter 170: Pilgrim

【You brewed a pot of Swelling Solution with the standard of an expert, proficiency +50】

The Swelling Solution had already entered, and although he was still exhausted, Sean's heart was incredibly excited.

He stepped on the ladder built by Master Liba Xiu Bolachi and took another step in the will-magic domain of potions.

But when he turned back, what he met was Professor Sineipu's extremely angry gaze.

The consequence of unauthorized innovation was—besides being scolded by Professor Sineipu, from Thursday on, he had to help Professor Sineipu organize and process materials in the dungeon three days a week, and sometimes had to go to Professor Sineipu's office.

Just like today:

"Lacewing flies, leeches, bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed, African tree snake skin are all placed in the leftmost row. If your reckless and stupid brain can still think, you will know what potion they combine to make!"

Professor Sineipu sneered and arranged for Sean to put daisy roots, scurvy-grass, caterpillars, rat bile, and a little leech juice in one area.

Clearly, the first set of materials was all the materials for Polyjuice Potion, and the second set was the raw materials for Shrinking Solution.

In the process of organizing, Sean gradually became proficient in the formulas of many potions, and also became familiar with the state of the materials required for the potions—such as chopped, peeled, sliced thin.

"Sean Green,"

Before Sean finished much of the organizing and left the dungeon silently with his recorded notes, Professor Sineipu said coldly like a viper spitting out its tongue,

"If I see you brewing potions anywhere other than the dungeon... you'd better pray that Merlin will really come to bless you..."

Sean nodded silently.

Brewing potions outside the dungeon? Not to mention the danger, he would need a cauldron to do so.

The boiling cauldron had already calmed down, and the potion in the crystal bottle made Professor Sineipu's gaze gradually solidify.

His previous thunderous scolding had also dissipated with the wind, such as "Do you think you are better than the formula created by Zigmund Bachi in the 16th century?", "Or do you think you have surpassed all the great apothecaries in history?", "Ignorant!" and other words had disappeared.

They left no impression in Sean's memory, nor were they cared about by Professor Sineipu.

It had always been so, it was always so.

Taking advantage of the calm, Sean silently organized everything in the dungeon. After the last cleaning spell was used.

He said softly: "Goodbye, Professor." and prepared to leave the dungeon.

But the usually silent Professor Sineipu suddenly spoke, his voice carrying rare solemnity and imperceptible ripples:

"Alright, Sean Green,

let me tell you a truth—

never surrender to mediocrity,

don't be like ninety percent of the wizards in the world.

If you are content with mediocrity,

it is a huge harm to this world and to yourself."

Sean was somewhat stunned.

This passage almost overturned everything Professor Sineipu had scolded before.

The professor's gaze was cold, as if whispering gloomily: "If I see you content with mediocrity and standing still, I will make you look good".

"I understand, Professor."

Sean nodded silently and walked out of the dungeon slowly under Professor Sineipu's long gaze.

In the corridor, Sean felt "Advanced Potion Making" in his bag trembling slightly, ===== CHAPTER 171 =====