Chapter 86: Goreida Magic Potion Classroom and Mina

"This is the largest gem, about ten thousand cubic meters; once I finish carving it, I'll send it to the Prince," Alide'anna said with a smile.

"Haha, then I owe you one, Alide'anna," Fulade laughed happily.

Alide'anna only gave a slight smile, lifted a bottle shimmering with blue starlight, and, entranced, said, "Prince, this is today's focus, the Goreida Magic Potion."

"It is a powerful potion that lets senior Wizards break the Life Shackle and reach the first‑level biological tier."

Fulade reached out, took the bottle shimmering with blue starlight, examined it for a moment, and asked bluntly, "What is the success rate, and can it work on beings other than Wizards?"

Hearing Fulade's question, Alide'anna and the others, whose excitement had dimmed, still replied in good spirits, "Around thirty percent; if we add some other materials it should be about forty‑seven percent. Of course, that's an average breakthrough rate—individual conditions cause the success rate to fluctuate."

"Compared with the previous inability to breakthrough, this success rate is already high," Alide'anna added.

"Moreover, this potion is formulated for the Wizard profession; using it on other beings or professions yields a low effect and little chance."

Looking at the laboratory, dense with experimental instruments, living specimens, and various Magic Materials recently scavenged from secret realms.

Fulade said to the group, "Then can you develop a breakthrough potion for Blood Race use?"

The group exchanged glances and all turned to look at Famic.

"Prince, this will take time."

"The reason the Goreida potion can be produced quickly is that the ancient texts already contain the formula; as for the Blood Race, we have no records yet, so experiments and analysis are needed," Famic said.

"And blood sorcerers like us, who have transformed from Witch to Bloodline Sorcerers, differ from true Blood Race; to succeed we need massive Blood Race subjects for experiments!"

Fulade thought briefly, then nodded, "For this matter, coordinate with Dumitelu and let him arrange it."

"As for recruitment expansion, you handle it; we need to boost our strength quickly."

Afterwards, the group discussed the development of the Wizard Academy and Wizard Parliament, set several plans to accelerate strength accumulation and diversified development.

And it was from this moment, in this laboratory, a routine conversation.

Later, many wizard scholars would revere it as a great moment of magical renaissance.

It also set a new tone for the future diversified development of wizards and the classification of major magical professions.

Night.

At the doorway of a certain classroom.

A girl dressed in a black‑and‑white maid outfit, sweet and cute in appearance, stood quietly before the classroom door, nervously looking around.

From the eyes flickering with a thin mist, one could see a trace of panic and shyness.

If you listen carefully, you can hear a faint, almost imperceptible sound coming from the classroom behind the girl.

The girl is Fulade's personal maid, Sonia.

Listening to the faint sounds from the classroom behind, Sonia felt her legs go weak, her expression turned an unnatural pink, and in her heart she felt aggrieved, drawing circles.

"Mina, how does it feel in your own classroom?"

Seeing Mina perched on the podium, legs high, Fulade couldn't help a wicked smile.

Strands of golden hair clung to her fair face; Mina's complexion was flushed, and she whined in broken tones.

"...."

"Isn't it that we haven't seen each other for a long time, do you miss me?" Fulade said indifferently.

"Hmm~" "That's not the reason we came here."

At that moment Mina's body tensed, then instantly collapsed.

Seeing Mina's truly frail constitution, Fulade shook his head helplessly.

But to avoid harming Mina's body, Fulade still forced himself to endure.

In the darkness, after a while, Mina finally stood, fumbled to put on her dress, and gave Fulade a coquettish white glance.

Just as Fulade was about to say something to cheer her, Mina's next move made his expression turn somewhat odd.

After a long while, as Mina's slender fingers tapped, the classroom finally fell silent.

Fulade let out a long breath and said to the newly risen Mina, "You are still the most considerate, Mina."

"Hmph, you only say pleasant things, and I never see you come to find me," Mina huffed coquettishly.

Looking at Mina, whose skin shone even in the dark, Fulade then recounted his recent experiences.

Mina, after listening, was silent for a moment and said, "Anyway, you be careful in the future; I can't help you anyway."

"How could I not help? Your role is huge," Fulade teased.

After a brief chat, Mina suddenly produced a badge and handed it to Fulade.

"What is this?"

Feeling the faint magical aura emanating from it, Fulade looked at Mina puzzled.

Mina smiled at Fulade, took the badge, and, like a careful wife, pinned it onto his chest.

She nodded satisfactorily and said, "It's a little gadget I made recently, called the Shadow Badge; it can resist part of holy‑light damage."

"When I reach senior Witch, or advance further in alchemy, I'll be able to make a better badge."

Fulade watched the smiling Mina, stunned for a moment; a wetness almost rose at the corner of his eye, but he held it back.

He tightly embraced the woman before him, though he always felt Mina was unassertive and low in presence.

But at this moment, Mina's standing in Fulade's mind had clearly risen a lot.

Fulade stayed a night at the Wizard Academy and went to see Malina and Sibyl who were studying there.

Of course, hearing of Fulade's arrival, Hansel and the Gret siblings also came to watch the excitement.

However, Fulade was disappointed that the sisters Malina and Sibyl seemed to be assisting Alide'anna with potion experiments.

They only briefly met, then ran back, leaving Fulade alone guarding the boudoir.

Fortunately, there was still a personal maid beside him, serving as a pillow for a nap.

But from morning until now, Sonia's resentful gaze never stopped.

Fulade, of course, knows why.

Little girl, you actually planned a night raid last night—fortunately Fulade intercepted in time, or you'd definitely have lost out.

Of course, if Sonia found out what Fulade was thinking, she'd surely spit in his face.

Subtext: If you weren't always relying on your old mother, I could launch a night raid on you.

(End of chapter)