Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe C.419 Underground

Adam glanced at the second vial containing a crimson-colored potion with a gratified expression. After he'd concocted the first potion, the Potion of Healing took him another twenty minutes to finish.

He gave the two potions one final inspection before carefully setting them down on the table.

"Adam, if there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Yavia cheerfully flew around Adam's face.

She was very happy to learn what she did today after being summoned. She felt that not only her advancement as a magus but also her progress as a herbalist was greatly improving after becoming the youth's contractor.

Mother was right! She thought to herself in glee.

"Alright, Yavia." Adam nodded with a warm smile. "Thanks for helping out today."

"Of course!" She flew around his head one more time before opening a portal to the spirit world and leaving.

After she had left and the portal closed, Adam turned his attention to the two magi standing before him. Impatience marred their faces; it seemed they were really on a tight schedule.

"Alright then, shall we discuss payment?" Adam grinned from ear to ear as he started rubbing the tip of his index finger against his thumb.

Elysande simply nodded at him with a cold expression. Meanwhile, Alvertos glared at him furiously. "Get this over with."

"Hmm, okay so…" Adam stroked his chin, deep in thought, and mumbled, "Material cost for one batch of Potion of Cleansing comes up to 70 gold pieces and the service cost is twice that amount, so 140 gold pieces."

He paused for a moment, recalling the ingredients of the other potion he brewed. "And the material cost for a Grade 2 Potion of Healing comes up to 177 gold and the service cost is 354."

Then, he glanced at the two magi and smirked, "Since the potion is brewed by me, I have already guaranteed two times the potency compared to the ones in the market. So the total is going to come to 988 Acadian Gold."

"You damned—" Alvertos angrily began but was immediately cut off by Elysande.

"Let us leave." She took out a bulging leather pouch from her storage ring and threw it on the table. Then, she grabbed the two vials and coldly said, "There's a thousand gold pieces in there."

"Haha, I guess I'll keep the change then!" Adam laughed heartily.

Elysande's eyes narrowed. "We'll remember this, Magus Constantine." With that said, she turned around and left the laboratory.

Alvertos cast a gaze filled with evil intentions toward the youth before following her young lady out of the room.

"You know where to find me!" Adam spoke in a loud voice.

He was certain that when they realized just how amazing his potions were, they would beg him to visit the Flynn Manor and diagnose the patriarch.

Adam was just that confident in his skills.

He then lowered his head and glanced at the bulging money pouch. With trembling hands, he reached out for it. "Would you look at that? It's bursting at the seams! Hahaha!"

Through a single commission, he had made more money than he had after selling several bottles of potions through the guild.

He grabbed a chair and made himself comfortable; he then started counting the coins inside. "Kahaha, I'm rich!"

After making sure that the total coins inside indeed numbered up to a thousand, he kept it away inside his spatial earring.

He glanced at the leftover materials on the table and mumbled, "Even after giving half of this to the guild, I'll still have plenty left with me."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he nodded. "Alright, Rowan, since I'm in a happy mood right now, I'll make a potion for your wife."

And thus, the youth began another round of concoctions.

…

Inside a luxurious horse-drawn carriage, Elysande and Alvertos sat in silence as they made their way to the Flynn Manor.

The seats were covered with rich, high-quality velvet and fine leather. Meanwhile, the floor was carpeted with a plush and ornate rug. The walls were lined with luxurious fabric, and the ceiling featured a beautifully painted mural.

Putting in so much effort and making the carriage's interior so comfortable and opulent spoke volumes about the wealth of the Flynn Family.

"That boy is simply too much!" Alvertos finally couldn't hold it in and bellowed. Only a moment later did he realize how he had overreacted, and hurriedly apologized, "Forgive me, my lady."

Elysande glanced at the two vials in her palms. The potion was beautiful to look at and emitted a medicinal fragrance, soothing her senses.

Yet, a tempestuous rage seemed to be forming within her heart. Her lips parted and she coldly muttered, "He knows we're in a desperate situation and so he tried to take advantage of us."

"Looks like that boy is new here. He doesn't seem to know how influential the Flynn Family is," said Alvertos in frustration.

"Or perhaps he does." Elysande glanced at her retainer and added, "He probably thinks the Herbalist Guild can shelter him from us."

She paused for a moment before adding, "I'll make sure to file an official complaint to Lord Dawson, and once the boy's been expelled from the guild…"

Although she believed that her family was far more influential than the Herbalist Guild, at least within Ravenfell, she still didn't wish to offend this organization.

Alvertos' eyes flashed with a cruel light. "After that, I'll deal with him."

…

Adam slowly descended the spiral staircase to the library situated right underneath the guild.

His eyes flashed with expectations as his feet landed on the steps that were worn smooth by centuries of use. Flickering torches were mounted on the walls at fixed intervals, casting a dim light around.

The air grew cooler and more humid with every step he took, the scent of old stone and ancient parchment becoming more prominent.

Finally, he arrived at a spacious room. It was empty, except for a large metal door and an old man sitting at his desk before it.

The old man closed the book he was reading and glanced at the newcomer. His eyes lit up and he warmly said, "Oh, if it isn't Magus Constantine. What brings you here, laddie?"

Adam approached the old man dressed in white robes and smiled, "How's it going, Old Bede?"

"Eh, same old." Bede shrugged in a bored manner. "So, what're you looking for?"

"Runes," said Adam.

"I'm looking for arcane textbooks on rune magic!"