"My name is Ryan, Ryan Comberding, your Professor of Elementary potionology. In my class, no unauthorized talking, no unauthorized questions, and no doing anything that disturbs me. Violators will be immediately expelled from the classroom!"
The stern, white-haired old man standing at the podium scanned the students in the classroom. Seeing that no one had any objections to his words, he slowly nodded, lowered his head to open the lesson plan on the podium, and began to teach.
Professor Ryan had two badges on his chest: one represented his status as an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice, and the other was proof of his status as an Advanced Magic Potion Apprentice.
An Advanced Magic Potion Apprentice could already create most Junior Healing Potions.
Even in a place like Black Stone Tower, Professor Ryan received a considerable degree of protection and preferential treatment. His status could already be considered half a Wizard. Even Advanced Wizard Apprentices would treat him with respect.
After all, no one could guarantee that they wouldn't need his help someday.
"The specific effectiveness of Junior Healing Potion depends on the quality of the main ingredient, blood-staunching grass, and the heat control during the potion's brewing. If these two conditions are insufficient, then the potion's brewing will either fail or its quality will be insufficient, so..."
Professor Ryan was quite responsible in his teaching.
Although there was no extended or divergent knowledge, the content recorded in the textbook was taught meticulously. Not only did Dylan feel this way, but the system panel also showed him the corresponding results.
"Skill acquired: Elementary potionology!"
"Elementary potionology, Experience +3"
"Elementary potionology (3/100)"
Looking at the feedback from the system panel, Dylan's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile. He dipped his quill in ink and continued writing notes.
Daisy looked at the focused Dylan, feeling that he, who was already handsome, had become even more attractive at this moment.
"Hoo..."
She gently exhaled.
Daisy turned her head to look at Professor Ryan on the podium and began to listen attentively. Her silver-white quill, without needing ink, directly wrote a series of words in her notebook.
Just looking at him wouldn't bring her closer; she also had to work hard!
"Alright, that's all for today's lesson. Class dismissed!"
The class time ended.
Professor Ryan picked up his book, ready to leave.
But the moment he picked up his book, two refreshing sensations, one large and one small, directly acting on his spirit, surged into his mind one after another. They brought considerable vitality to his long-ailing spirit and even cleared a trace of pollution that had entangled his spirit for a long time!
This level of feedback... who was it?!
Professor Ryan turned and scanned the Trainee Apprentices in the classroom who were packing up their things. His gaze finally settled on two apprentices who were getting up together, preparing to leave.
Feeling the exhilaration of his own spirit, Professor Ryan immediately confirmed their identities.
They are the ones who brought me this feedback!
Without making a sound, Professor Ryan just gave them a deep look, firmly remembering their appearances, then turned and left the classroom.
For an old and ailing Wizard Apprentice like him, it was almost impossible to receive such a large amount of feedback. Those apprentices who could clearly bring a lot of feedback to their mentors or professors had long been taken as protégés by official Wizards, so he never thought of reporting the existence of these two.
Especially the male Trainee Apprentice who provided him with a large amount of feedback, Professor Ryan wanted to extract as much feedback from him as possible before he was discovered by those official Wizards!
"Elementary potionology (7/100)"
Five experience points were gained from attending class, and the remaining two points were from Dylan's previous study of "Elementary potionology." In other words, studying Potionology books was another shortcut to gaining experience besides attending class.
The experience books in the game in his previous life, in reality, are manifested by gaining experience through studying relevant books?!
Understanding this, Dylan modified his subsequent plans.
Aside from taking out loans to stockpile war materials and meditate, all his remaining time could be spent on studying books related to various knowledge, paving the way for acquiring more talents.
"Dylan, do you have any more classes after this?"
Looking at Daisy standing in front of him, Dylan shook his head and said with a smile, "I only signed up for this one course. For me, being broad but not proficient is a fatal flaw. I plan to achieve something in Potionology first before considering other things."
She nodded with a hint of regret.
She actually really liked taking classes with Dylan.
This was not only because she had feelings for Dylan, but also because when she sat next to Dylan, she felt a sense of security for some unknown reason, and her learning efficiency greatly improved.
Daisy looked at Dylan, wanting to say something more, but afraid that Dylan would get annoyed with her. The words reached her lips, but in the end, they turned into a farewell.
"Dylan, see you next week for Potionology."
"See you next week!"
...The loan process was very simple. He just needed to provide his identification, sign the loan contract, and the corresponding points would be transferred to his card.
As for repayment, it would certainly be good if he could repay it, as the interest on these loans was quite high, and the lenders would definitely not lose money.
But if the borrower ultimately couldn't repay... as talent, the demand within Black Stone Tower was increasing daily, and prices remained high. Whether disassembling and selling or selling as a whole, it was possible to recoup the cost.
Although the points that could be borrowed with medium talent were far less than with high talent, it was already quite substantial compared to new Trainee Apprentices with low talent.
Holding the 50,000 borrowed points, Dylan was truly surprised.
He had previously looked into some loan projects and amounts, originally thinking he could borrow at most around 30,000 from the Red Robe Society. However, due to the current internal competition in the loan market, various guilds and organizations had relaxed their review quotas, which allowed Dylan to snag a decent deal.
"Three hundred Junior Healing Potions, one hundred Fireblast Grenades, twenty Folding Fortresses?!"
At the points exchange counter, the exchange clerk's astonished voice attracted the attention of several apprentices nearby. They looked at the person standing in front of the counter, fully covered in a black robe concealing his build and face, all wondering if they had misheard.
If that person really intended to buy those items, it would cost at least forty to fifty thousand points. Such a large sum of money would make even those Advanced Wizard Apprentices wince. To use it to buy these things, could that person have damaged his brain during meditation?!
"Is there a discount for bulk purchases?"
The exchange clerk looked at the person in front of him, who was slightly bowed, with most of his face hidden under his hood, and nodded, saying, "For the items you are purchasing, Junior Healing Potion can receive a 10% discount, and Fireblast Grenades can receive a 5% discount. As for Folding Fortresses, I don't have enough authority to offer a discount."
"That's fine, let's go with these prices."
The exchange clerk watched Dylan take out his card and then truly confirmed that this person genuinely intended to buy these items, and wasn't just messing around because his brain was damaged.
But the more it was like this, the more the exchange clerk felt that this person was beyond help, and his brain damage was probably even more severe than a meditation failure.
These items were completely useless to apprentices, and he didn't know what this person was buying them for. It couldn't be that some place was about to go to war, and he knew the news in advance and was stockpiling supplies here, could it?!
