Wizard + System

CH161

After two hours in the lab, Helag produced a pure white solution resembling milk.

[High-quality Hammer Potion.]

Calculating his pace, Helag realized he could make five Hammer Potions a day if he worked ten hours daily.

In ten days, he could complete fifty potions, planning to submit them on the thirteenth or fourteenth day for optimal timing.

For the next half-month, Helag immersed himself in the lab, focused on potion-making.

Aside from eating and meditating, he dedicated his time to potion crafting.

Shatia took on the role of a housemaid, bringing meals to Helag in the lab and handling tasks like preparing baths and changing clothes.

Helag playfully provided Shatia with several maid outfits, including black and white stockings, letting her mix and match.

Initially shy, Shatia grew accustomed to the castle's limited occupants.

Lennon mainly stayed at the castle gate, while Mary and Shatia handled Helag's daily needs.

Though Shatia couldn't enter the lab, she moved freely within designated areas of the inner castle.

At mealtimes, she brought Mary's cooked meals to the lab, collecting lunch dishes in the evening when bringing dinner.

Carrying the trays, Shatia resembled a maid, though her refined appearance and demeanor seemed too elegant for the role.

"Mr. Brack, fifty Hammer Potions are done," Helag sighed, looking fatigued.

Brack glanced at the potions and Helag's weary face, nodding. "You've worked hard, completing fifty potions in just fourteen days is impressive. I'll request a reward for you from the family."

Helag waved it off. "Rewards don't matter. I'm just glad to help. If more are needed, I can continue."

"No need, you've significantly advanced the task. Take a good rest," Brack said.

Helag nodded, dragging his tired body back to the castle.

Once in his room, his exhaustion vanished.

Given his physical condition, he couldn't be genuinely exhausted from the work—it was an act.

Though tiring, it wasn't overwhelming.

With Deep Blue's assistance, he could naturally appear fatigued, convincing Brack without a doubt.

Helag feigned exhaustion to match his abilities and potion-making skills, avoiding suspicion for being too exceptional.

Additionally, appearing tired might earn him more benefits from Brack.

Effort brings rewards, and appearing too relaxed might lead to more tasks next time.

Helag, experienced in the working world, understood that greater ability often meant more work.

"Shatia, come give me a massage."

Helag lay on the bed, feigning fatigue.

"Yes, my lord," Shatia, playing the maid role, quickly approached.

Removing her shoes to reveal black-stockinged feet, she knelt beside Helag, massaging him with her hands.

A soothing fragrance filled the air, making Helag feel comfortable.

By now, Shatia had mastered Siville Language, conversing with Helag and Mary fluently, indistinguishable from a native speaker.

However, her appearance still bore distinct elven features.

"How's your study of Herbology and Potionology?" Helag asked, eyes closed, enjoying the massage.

Shatia replied softly, "I've learned most of Herbology, needing about three more days. After that, I'll start Potionology. I'll work harder, my lord."

"Good. Before starting Potionology, let me know. I need to teach you some experimental standards and norms, essential introductory knowledge," Helag instructed.

Kneeling on the bed in an 'M' shape, Shatia responded, "Yes, my lord."

Helag intended to teach her the standards and norms first, crucial lessons Larry had taught him initially.

Potion experiments have numerous standards and norms derived from harsh lessons.

For Shatia to assist Helag in potion experiments, understanding these standards and norms was vital, even more so than Potionology itself.

After meditating briefly, Helag's mental state fully recovered, and any fatigue vanished.

He turned to Shatia, "I'll take some of your blood for research later."

"Okay," Shatia replied obediently.

Helag rose, retrieving a test tube and dagger from his space ring.

After sterilizing the dagger with alcohol, he said, "Give me your hand."

Shatia calmly extended her slender, white finger, unafraid.

Helag applied alcohol to her finger before swiftly slicing it with the dagger.

Shatia barely felt it as blood seeped from her finger.

"You're fast, my lord!" Shatia exclaimed.

Helag rolled his eyes, collecting the blood in the test tube, then handed Shatia a homemade cotton swab to press on the wound.

The blood shimmered, distinct from ordinary blood, marking it as elven.

Sealing the test tube, Helag entered the lab, channeling magic into the Great Dark Heaven spell model, summoning the ancient stone tablet's shadow behind him.

"Such strong bloodline energy. I wonder what changes it will bring," Helag murmured, as Great Dark Heaven absorbed the royal elf blood.

The shimmering in the test tube's blood diminished, its color dulling as Helag absorbed the bloodline power.

During the process, the surrounding energy particle concentration increased, enveloping him in various energy particles.

Helag felt unprecedented comfort, the active energy particles eagerly approaching him.

CH162

"Deep Blue, assess the enhancements from the elven bloodline."

[Spirit Power +5.3

Gained talent: Advanced Magical Affinity.]

[Advanced Magical Affinity: You possess an innate high magical aptitude, making spell mastery instinctive.]

Helag stroked his chin. "Finally, a bloodline that boosts spirit power. My aptitude should be much improved."

He closed his eyes, meditating with the Starry Meditation Method, finding his speed more than doubled.

This was without the advanced version of the Starry Potion. With it, his meditation speed could increase even more.

"If I retested my aptitude now, I wonder what score I'd get?"

Previously, Helag scored seventy-five. He felt he might now reach over ninety, possibly even a perfect score.

Helag felt like he had a new engine—not only was his meditation faster, but his spellcasting and comprehension had also improved significantly.

Absorbing the royal elf bloodline had turned him into a wizard prodigy.

"I might be able to specialize in all elements now…"

Originally, Helag specialized in dark energy, excelling in its spells.

His casting speed and spell strength for dark energy were greatly enhanced.

However, after absorbing the royal elf bloodline, Helag felt a high affinity with wind, fire, plant, and light energy particles.

Suddenly, Helag felt warmth in his chest.

Looking down, he saw changes in the Primordial Thunder God bloodline mark, with added intricate patterns.

"This is…"

Helag sensed the bloodline mark had absorbed new elements, having just absorbed the elven bloodline.

It seemed a new bloodline mark was forming, but it was absorbed and fused by the Primordial Thunder God mark.

He wasn't sure what changes this would bring, as he hadn't activated the bloodline mark's power yet.

Returning to his room, Shatia stared at him, stunned.

Helag felt familiar to her, like seeing a fellow elf.

"Teach me some elven magic," Helag said, not explaining his changes.

Shatia hesitated, then said, "Humans struggle with elven magic; it requires an elven bloodline."

Elven spells typically need an elven bloodline. Even with the spell model, humans can't cast them properly.

"Don't worry about that. Just teach me," Helag instructed.

Shatia said, "Alright, I'll teach you the 'All Things Have Spirits' spell. It lets you communicate with animals and plants to gather information."

"Plants too?" Helag asked, surprised.

"Of course. They can't speak, but you can learn about events around them through this spell," Shatia explained.

Helag found the spell practical for intelligence gathering.

Shatia gathered energy particles, drawing a spell model, and began explaining.

Helag marveled at her effortless control of energy particles, a testament to elves as natural spellcasters.

The spell model wasn't complex, akin to a basic zero-level spell.

Helag noticed a verification structure in the spell model.

This structure checked the bloodline, allowing the spell to proceed only with the correct bloodline, tapping into hidden bloodline powers for casting.

After Shatia's explanation, Helag closed his eyes, constructing the 'All Things Have Spirits' spell model.

He completed it without Deep Blue's help, taking less than half an hour.

Helag approached a potted plant, casting the spell.

His mind filled with images from the past few hours, seeing Shatia cleaning and reading in the room.

He estimated it showed two to three hours of events.

Understanding his actions, Shatia explained, "This plant only retains short memories. In the Elven Plane, plants can record much longer."

Helag nodded, "Teach me more elven spells."

***

Hours later, Shatia watched Helag surrounded by wind, puzzled by his ease with elven magic.

Helag learned minor spells, none directly boosting combat power.

Shatia, being young at just over a hundred years, hadn't learned powerful elven magic to teach Helag.

Helag grew curious about the Elven Plane, wondering about its nature. He asked, "Shatia, tell me about your homeland. What's it like, and how did you end up here?"

Shatia thought for a moment, then said, "The Elven Plane is a beautiful place."

"Our world revolves around the World Tree, with its branches spreading globally, sprouting smaller World Trees from its branches."

"We elves live beneath these World Trees, thriving there. Royal elves reside under the oldest World Tree, the Elven Plane's center, where I grew up."

"The World Tree is vital to the Elven Plane and our faith."

"One day, I heard of a remote tribe's World Tree wilting. As a princess, I felt responsible and went to investigate."

"Unexpectedly, a group of humans arrived days later, slaughtering my people. They killed all who resisted and caged the attractive elves, regardless of gender."

"I was caged with the tribe's elf maidens."

"They knew my identity but didn't betray me, so the humans saw me as an ordinary elf maiden."