Chapter 1358
George crouched beside the stone-blue barrier, one hand pressed to its shimmering surface, head bowed and silent. Maxwell shot George a furtive glare but said nothing, instead sidling up to Leon with a strained, awkward smile.
Archmage Leon Merlin, um, do you have any more of that potion...?
"No more."
Before Maxwell could finish his sentence, Leon cut him off. Maxwell nearly choked on his words, his eyes flickering uneasily as he forced another smile.
Archmage Leon Merlin, I've long heard your alchemy is unmatched—truly the work of a top-tier creator. Watching you make that potion just now, it seems you've already set foot on the threshold of Sanctification.
Could you make another bottle of that potion? Name your price—no haggling, I swear. If you can develop this, I can represent the Thorned Crown and arrange a bulk purchase. We could sign a contract right away...
Maxwell lowered himself, his crystalline eyes tinged red. A potion that could stabilize their volatile transplanted bloodlines... and after George took it, the results were terrifyingly effective. In less than three seconds, it worked. Minutes later, the once-boiling blood was utterly calm, showing no sign of unrest...
Such effects would make any mage or warlock who'd received a foreign bloodline transplant desperate—no matter the cost, they'd do anything to get this potion...
If not for the obvious danger outside—and the lurking unknown threats—and the fact that they couldn't win a fight, they'd never humble themselves to beg like this...
Never mind the stench of that potion—it’s even worse than sewer water. Honestly, if it worked, these people would swallow a lump of dog shit with honey and not bat an eye...
For the sake of power, they’ll transplant other creatures’ bloodlines and turn themselves into something neither human nor ghost—there’s nothing they wouldn’t do.
Maxwell humbled himself to beg, and Leon’s stern face softened a bit. Seeing the hope on Maxwell’s face—and the fanaticism on the other bloodline warlocks—Leon sighed quietly.
Sir Maxwell, to be honest, I don’t need money. Whatever I want, I can get myself—so it’s not about price...
The main problem is, this kind of potion is incredibly difficult to make. You need to be at the very peak of Worldshaper to even try, and the brewing window is extremely short—if you go even a little over, it fails.
Only those who’ve surpassed the peak of Worldshaper, already stepping onto the path of Sanctification, and who’ve studied bloodline transplantation, have any chance of success. I just got lucky this time, honestly.
But the potion’s effects aren’t as good as you imagine. After half an hour to an hour, its power fades, and it only works in cases like George’s—barely any impact on combat or research...
Even after Leon said that, Maxwell didn’t show any disappointment, nor did the other hybrid mages. Just having a way to stabilize their bloodlines was enough—almost every mage with a transplanted bloodline suffers from instability to some degree.
Even if it lasts just an hour—or only half an hour—sometimes, that’s the difference between life and death...
No matter how many flaws it has, for these people, it’s as precious as an Ascension Elixir—for a Title Archmage, it’s the same...