Chapter 46

Chapter 46

-Puleuleuleung.

Feeling tired?

The exhausted neighs of the white horse made Yi-han stop in his tracks.

He was delighted to see that the horse which had been running wild until now was attempting to communicate with him.

Were becoming close! he thought.

Here, have some water. And some sugar as well.

-Puleuleung

Though the white horse didnt wish to admit it, it was slowly being subjugated by the boy before it.

-Puleuleung!

That was when its eyes shot open.

It had its pride to uphold as a member of an ancient race.

It wasnt going to surrender without putting up a fight!

Yi-han noticed this and quietly muttered to himself

,

I should figure out how can I raise the mana absorption rate.

-Puleuleuleung.

The white horse lowered its head once more with a defeated look in its eyes.

***

Time awaited no one, not even those that rose early in the morning to tend to the horses.

Regardless of whether the students were sleepy or hungry, they had to attend their classes.

Yi-han handed a can of beef and a jar of pickled cucumbers to his friends from the Black Tortoise as they were about to return to their dorm, having finished their morning task.

Nilia, who received them, rummaged through her pockets with a troubled look. She didnt seem happy about the gifts at all.

??

Um, I dont have any money on me

Im giving them to you for free.

Yi-han reflected on his past actions ever-so-slightly.

Was he usually that petty?

Wait, really?? Like for real?

Is it really that hard to believe?

It was only then that Nilia accepted the gifts, her ears perked up.

Ratford, however, flatly refused.

I cant take these, sir.

S-should I return them as well? Nilia thought to herself.

Thats an order.

In that case, understood.

Nilia was relieved to see Ratford take what was given to him.

Thank goodness!

Yi-han turned to Yonaire for answers after the two left.

I didnt think theyd react like that. Yonaire, am I usually a petty person?

No? Why?

I see. Thats good.

For a split second, Yi-han wondered if he should ask someone else for a more objective answer, but he soon dismissed the idea.

Lets go have breakfast. Im thinking of sharing some food with the students that have woken up early and are in the resting lounge. Yonaire, can you help me with the logs?

Of course.

The thought of providing their friends with a plentiful meal filled them with joy.

It wouldnt be for free, but it was a happy thought nonetheless.

***

Yi-han spread some mustard on a small piece of bread and placed it on a plate.

The fireplace in the freshmens resting lounge was every students best friend.

Next to a strip of bacon that was sizzling on the frying pan, Yi-han cracked open an egg. The moment he did, the egg began to be cooked, and the sound spread throughout the room.

Why the big fuss over bloodlines?

It wasnt his own meal that he was preparing, and it wasnt for those in the resting lounge either.

Yi-han was currently preparing a meal for the princess who was in her own room.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Wardanaz, well pay you like last time, so can you deliver some food to Her Highness?

Please, Wardanaz!

He was being paid more than usual, so he had no qualms about sharing the food, but he couldnt understand why the followers were so loyal to Adenart.

Authority was supposed to be something the general public delegated to the minority. Being born with an ancient mythical bloodline or some other nonsense wasnt grounds for having power over others.

What was so great about the royal family that commanded such respect anyway?

Look at how independent Gainando is. Hes living his life without borrowing anyones power. Gainando always woke up in the morning and came down to the resting lounge to have breakfast without needing anyone to tell him.

When the water turns orange, stir the solution three times in a clockwise direction, three times in an anti-clockwise direction, and five times from north to south

The materials had to be processed on the spot as most of them couldnt be prepared ahead of time. To make things harder, the alchemist had to memorize the recipe by heart, knowing when to put in the materials as there wouldnt be any time to read the recipe during the actual brewing process.

Last but not least, there were a lot of details that the alchemist had to pay attention to, as missing even one could lead to failure.

Simply put, it was headache-inducing.

Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

As expected, smoke began to rise from everywhere, and explosions occurred left and right.

Uregor laughed cheerfully watching this unfold.

Nothing pleased alchemists more than seeing fledglings cough from the smoke of their failed concoctions.

What was life without a bit of fun?

?

Uregors laughter faded when his eyes caught something.

It was Yi-hans cauldron.

Whys he so good at this?

The professors eyes popped open.

He was obviously aware that Wardanaz was talented in this field. Not only was he clever, he had the patience to endure all sorts of miscellaneous work.

His talent in alchemy was unquestionable.

Having said that, regardless of talent, trials and errors were unavoidable on the path to alchemy, especially for beginners. It was even considered a tradition of sorts for beginners to fail.

Otherwise, those that came before them would be too ashamed to show themselves, not to mention it was a great source of entertainment!

Yi-han, however, moved like an experienced alchemist that had worked in a workshop for years.

He precisely measured and cut the herbs as if he was a robot, putting them into his cauldron and measuring the time by flipping several hourglasses. When the time was ripe, he uncorked some glass bottles and poured their content into the cauldron. All these were done without a single hiccup, his movements like a dance, smooth-flowing and continuous.

For once in his life, Uregor had to admit that geniuses were built different.

Such perfection from a student that had just begun to learn alchemy couldnt be explained any other way.

I bet my ancestors beards that no one would believe what Im seeing right now!

In reality, Yi-han wasnt a genius.

This was simply the tragic result of working tirelessly under a professor.

The solution inside his cauldron turned into a deep blue color. This told Uregor that the potion had been perfectly made.

However, after taking a sip, Yi-han threw away the rest while cocking his head.

???

This puzzled Uregor greatly.

Why was he throwing it away?

Yi-han began to concoct the potion again.

As if to prove that his previous display of skill wasnt a fluke, he repeated what he did, and everything was frame-perfect.

Lo and behold, the result was as before, a perfect potion that was of deep-blue color.

And yet it was thrown away once more after Yi-han had a taste of it.

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Uregor could no longer hold back his curiosity.

Normally, hed tell students to find answers to their questions themselves, but he was truly stumped this time.

After silently approaching Yi-han, Uregor asked the question that had been on his mind.

Why do you keep throwing it away?

It doesnt seem to be recovering my mana.

What?

This stunned the professor, prompting him to read the book again, wondering if there was a mistake in the recipe, an error in the directions. However, he didnt find any.

???

If there wasnt any problem with the potion, why was nothing happening after drinking it?

Make it again.

Okay.

Yi-han immediately got to work.

When he was done, Uregor, who had been waiting impatiently, used the ladle to take a sip of the potion.

The blue liquid went past his throat and turned into mana which spread throughout his body.

The potion was flawless, so much so that Uregor himself wouldnt be able to improve upon it.

It seems fine.

Really?

Surprised, Yi-han took a sip as well, and again, he cocked his head.

Its not that great, though?

.

Uregor was in disbelief.

Had this genius from the Wardanaz Family come up with a better recipe, one which surpassed his own?

No! My pride!

Oh, its just cause my manas full.

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