Abe the Wizard

As Abel continued with his brew, every single potion master in the hall held their breath as hard as possible, fearing that it would affect Abel in any way. This was mainly because the brewing process was usually done in secrecy rarely than in public. Every bit was supposed to be confidential, which made every moment even the more valuable to preserve.

Here Abel was, trying to get into the official process of forging. He was just as fast as he’s always been, and every time he increased the dosage, he became even faster and more precise at it. Master Muir looked towards Master Nolan and Master Balfour and noticed the obvious confusion in their eyes. It seemed like no one really understood what Abel was doing now. They could see that all of Abel’s steps were done in the standard manner. There was nothing peculiar whatsoever about it.

The same question was raised in each of their minds, “Is Master Bennett just trying to make it easier to understand what he was doing.”

If so, how would he increase the brew’s success rate with just ordinary methods?

Remember, this was a master-level potion. The three masters had already made this potion several times, but the success rate for doing this was still quite low. If they had to use their ultimate techniques to get just a blue quality potion, it wouldn’t seem feasible that Abel could get a master level potion with what he was currently doing.

Still, none of them dared to miss out on any moment. If anything, they became a lot more focused as they noticed that Abel kept a constant rhythm the whole time he was forging. It was almost like he was trying to paint a picture. Everyone else than the masters also noticed as the procedure continued, and slowly and steadily, they all started to widen their eyes in shock as they noticed what was happening. The most shocking thing would have to be the fact that Abel was forging without doing much thinking at all. He was just putting in whatever ingredients he could think of.

Of course, the advanced masters were all very familiar with this. They all liked putting in whatever’s available when they were crafting low-tier potions, but this was a potion with a total of 120 ingredients. It simply did not seem right that Abel was not putting anything in. Yet, every time a new thing was put in, the masters could all see the change taking place in a very steadfast manner. It wasn’t like Abel needed any special filtering tool, either. He’s always picking the best timing to throw in the next material, so he didn’t need the time to wait or calculate when the next moment was. He made no mistakes, so there was not even the slightest need for him to make any sort of error adjustment. He was an absolute legend in what he was doing.

When the ingredients were expended to the last ten types, drastic changes started happening. The three masters would’ve used their special techniques to start slowing the rate at which the change was happening, but Abel was still going. It was like everything was in his control. He was not hesitating even as when the last ingredient was thrown in.

“Sublimation!” his voice suddenly cried out as a strong light started sparkling. He had been quiet this whole time, but when the sublimation happened, he shouted out as a light of seven shadows shot out of the bottle. This was the critical moment that decided if the brew was a success or not. Again, everything was as clear as it could be. There was nothing to hide whatsoever. Everyone understood what Abel was doing so far. Metaphorically speaking, if what Abel did was performing a beautiful melody to them, this would be the ending note that decided if this was a good performance or not.

So the light started shrinking back. All the potion masters could see that just one color did not shrink back. It was still on top of the bottle.

“Blue!” One of them shouted out but realizing how rude he was being. He immediately used his hand to cover up his mouth. The other potion masters cried out, too. They could all see that a blue quality master potion was being created right in front of them. As for Abel, he actually thought that he went too far this time. He thought it was better if he failed at least once to show that this was harder than it looked, but he was just too focused when he was doing it.

Master Balfour sighed emotionally, “A perfect brew. That’s what this is.”

Master Muir didn’t know what to say anymore, “You know, maybe we had it all wrong.”

He could see that Abel did not perform any special technique. That was what was so strange about all of this. He was even starting to doubt his understanding of the skills he learned throughout his entire career.

Master Nolan gave a bitter smile, “I’m afraid that Master Bennett’s the only one who can explore whatever’s beyond.”

Master Balfour nodded in agreement, “Yes, I think everyone here understands that. Look, we all understood what just happened, but I don’t think anyone of us could replicate what just happened.”

This had nothing to do with technique because the word “technique” would imply that there was a possibility to make mistakes. Abel did not make any mistakes. He brewed the procedure perfectly. He did it so fluently that if he wasn’t doing it live today, no one would probably believe that it was possible to get this done in the first place.

So more and more potion masters were starting to understand how beautiful the brewing process was. They could try to replicate the same thing, but they were like amateur painters. They could try to recreate the displayed colors, but they couldn’t create the same beautiful imagery as what they were presented.

Master Balfour bowed, “Thank you so much for your demonstration, Master Bennett.”

The other two masters did the same, “It’s absolutely amazing watching you work, Master Bennett.”

Then everyone in the hall room did the same. They respected capable people, and Master Bennett just won their hearts over with his ability to craft potions. Inside the Potionmaster’s Encampment, it didn’t matter whether Abel saw them or not. Everyone bowed to him and gave their thanks. At this moment, Master Bennett just earned a whole new reputation on the central continent. He officially became the best potion master on the central continent. No, that was not an overstatement.

Abel smiled as he handed the “natural breathing” over towards Master Balfour, putting the remaining four portions into his own portal bag.

“For the mission, Master Balfour,” he said with a wide grin on his face. That’s when everything noticed something. Abel just made a perfect craft in one go, so what would happen to the extra four portions? As difficult as it was to collect them in the first place, what usually would happen was that they’d be stored somewhere safe, so they didn’t go to waste.

But something just happened. There was now a person who had the ability to not waste a single bit of all these resources. He could create life-saving potions without letting any of them go to waste. All the potion masters became quite shocked with what they were looking at. They all started having thoughts of returning to wherever they came from to report to their respective organizations. As for Abel, he just didn’t care. He was done with the whole thing, and he was ready to head back to looking into the walkthrough regarding promoting to become a freezing elemental law-defying wizard. He was ready to go. Poly and Gunter were ready at all times to obstruct anyone from trying to stop him from leaving.

Anyways, Abel smiled and waved his hands. He did not want to do any segments where he had to answer questions. He said it already. He was doing a live demonstration just once. The whole reason that he could do this was that he had the world stone fragment switched on. Every move was slowed down from his perspective, and he was not going to disclose any more reading his secrets.

It was a long, exhausting day for him, all in all. He became a lot more relaxed once he headed back to his own residence.

“These potion masters are crazy!” He shook his head and sighed.

Poly responded, “Your potions made them crazy, Master Bennett.”

She and Gunter both knew that Abel wasn’t at his best. If he was at his best, he would’ve made a golden quality potion and not a blue quality one.

Abel smiled and spoke to his two followers, “I won’t be out today. Go to your training or whatnot. I’ll be back on doing my research.”

Poly knew what the situation was like outside. It didn’t seem likely that the potion masters were ready to leave. As far as she was concerned, this was really the safest place there was. There was the protection of the large-sized defensive circle, so it wasn’t like she needed to be too concerned with guarding Master Bennett. With that, she and Gunter readied themselves to leave immediately.

So Abel walked into the owner’s building and immediately switched on the defensive circle and the seclusion circle. After that, he activated the “instantaneous movement” technique and moved to the underground training room. It was getting really cold here because there was a legendary “freezing bed” laid at the corner. After reading through the personal accounts yesterday, he learned that it was only impossible to wrap his power of the Will entirely around the bed when he’s reached full rank twenty. That was when he’d know the secrets behind the freezing element.

“Control cold” was a passive spell with no corresponding runes. There was only one way of getting it, and that was by controlling the freezing rule with a rune engraved inside one’s own soul. Freezing element worked the same way as lightning and fire. As difficult as it already was to control one element, it just didn’t seem likely that one would be able to control multiple types of elements. According to the experiences of many, it was the most important thing to be able to control one type of element. If one were to learn a second one, he’d usually have to wait before mastering the first one.

What if someone wanted to learn two or more, then? Most of those who did chose to do so because they were already stuck on one path and were too forced to repick their element and restart their research. As there was no end to the amount of research one could do, they’d usually spend so much time already that he could barely get through one. Yes, even if they were law-defying wizards. Law-defying wizards could live for a very, very long time, but there was really no end to the amount of knowledge one could learn from studying one type of element.

So Abel sat on the freezing bed and began his very first research on the freezing element. His power of the Will wrapped around the bed and his rank twenty wizard crystal body started forming a strange shaking with his soul. The ripple made it possible for his power of the Will to reach the bed’s surface and into the inside of the bed. He couldn’t do it before, but now, he could do a scan to see the internal structure of this legendary piece.

There it was. The basic structure of the freezing bed started appearing in front of him. The “freezing bed” was composed of some strange patterns that seemed to make it possible for the ice to not melt at all permanently. Abel’s understanding that the runes were the records of the rules of the freezing elements. He could try looking upon them, but most of the part would just be hidden in the fog.