Leveling Endlessly with the Strongest System! - Chapter 81: Alchemy
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Chapter 81: Alchemy

The Elder Mage's eyes stopped at Amelia, discerning her.

"You're a very talented individual. Going far in the path of magic shouldn't be a hard task for you. I can barely see through you, however. So I only have this advice for you. You need to learn to cherish your life more."

Arlo knew what he could do, so he didn't show a change in his expression, but Roy was alarmed to find out that he could see through a person with just a glance.

Awed by him, Amelia humbly bowed to the sage-like man. "I will keep your advice in mind and learn to treasure my life."

Her eyes that the elder could see said something else.

'But if the need ever arises, I will sacrifice myself for him.'

After giving her a slightly disappointed nod, he focused his attention on Roy. Just what made this stinky boy so special that a being born for magic would go so far for him? He wanted to know.

Under his gaze, Roy inexplicably felt nervous, and droplets of sweat formed on his forehead.

Then, he heard Vizards judge him impartially. "I can't see through you at all. You've changed very much since the last time I saw you. You're not weak like you used to be. The way you're now, the possibility of you defining this era is very high."

Roy's lips curled into a smile to hide his true feelings. "Elder, you praise me too highly."

Vizards kept his eyes on Roy as if trying to see through him, but suddenly, Arlo came in between them.

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Vizards calmly stared at him. "To what do I owe this honor?"

Arlo winked at him. "Help free a room for us."

All the rooms had a red light on, signifying that a person or a group was occupying them.

"As you can see, only my study is free." Vizards pointed out.

The workshop was a busy place. It wasn't wrong to say that the alchemist of the county, as well as the wandering alchemy, spent most of their time here, making potions, honing their skills, and whatnot.

Arlo's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "You don't mind?"

Vizards grinned at him. "As long as there is no plan to vandalize it, I don't mind hosting you three."

Vizards guided the three to the innermost compartment of the workshop; this was his study, a creation he was proud of.

It was a place with many tables and all sorts of wonderful equipment.

"This is my first time creating this elixir. I don't know what you want me to do with these herbs. You'll have to guide me." A large amount of Aura gushed out of Aura. Those who can give form and shape to Aura so that it can exist in the real world as a tangible entity were Aura Master. But Arlo did that without a sweat. He was surely a stage higher than that.

The wooden box was on the table. It was opened, showing severe rare herbs. Whatever they were about to create would be a sight to see. That's what Vizards felt.

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Arlo's Aura wrapped the herbs and made them float in mid-air.

"Follow my words, and we'll get the elixir created in no time." Confidence was seen glistening in Roy's eyes as he said that.

He was utterly confident that a competent alchemist willing to follow his teachings was all he needed to get the Parasite Killer created.

This study came equipped with Fire creation and Fire control runic stones.

Following Roy's instructions, Arlo's directed a stream of his Aura into them, activating them.

The very next instant, a fire the size of a refrigerator manifested in thin air.

The temperature of this fire determined its rank.

Using his Aura, Arlo opened the lid of a flask and threw one of the six herbs inside before guiding the rank-1 fire to burn it.

It was golden in color and wrapped in seven layers of thick leaves. Roasted by the fire, its outermost layer opened up like a blooming flower. Golden liquid oozed out of those leaves, dropping down inside the flask.

It had six layers left. It had to be burned by the fire of six different ranks for all its juice to be extracted. However, a third-rank fire couldn't be used to roast its second outermost layer as that would destroy it. One needed to use Rank-2 to roast this part of it if they wanted to get the golden liquid. And a rank-3 fire to roast the next layer of it and so on.

With the help of the runic stones that could create fires of 13 different intensities and allow him to control them, this task was as easy as a child's play for the competent alchemist Arlo.

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The flask was half filled with golden liquid. Floating above it was a herb that looked dried like permission, extracted from all its value.

It was guided out of the flask and placed on a silver tray.

Roy wondered why Arlo didn't throw it into a dustbin. Maybe they could still use it in some way. Who knows?

Different herbs have different melting points. Only when they were burned with a fire of suitable temperature would they secrete medicinal liquid, also called magic extracts or liquid.

Roy knew the melting point of all these herbs, as he had written them down on a paper before he could forget them. Arlo just needed to follow his order and cook them up well to get the magic extracts for them.

Their magic extracts were stored in different flasks.

Roy eyed the last remaining magic herb. A thoughtful look popped up on his face as he recalled details about it. "Uncle, burn this one with the fire of the 13th level."

Just as Arlo was going to follow his command thoughtlessly, Vizards stopped him.

"Wait, I know a little about this herb. Its melting point is quite low. It can't stand the level of first you mentioned. Kissed by it, it would turn to cinders." A very convincing voice was used to say this. And it indeed succeeded in halting Arlo from proceeding forward with this process.

With a level 13th fire swirling above his palm, he looked confusedly at Roy as if asking for his confirmation.

Roy nodded at him. "Uncle, do it."

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His order was followed by Arlo, but it confused the elder mage.