anwhile, a familiar face arrived at Sylvus' shop.
It was none other than Kony-Lace, the forr Eighth-Rank Elixir Master who once sought to beco Sylvus' apprentice.
"Lace? What brings you here? Out of elixirs?" Sylvus asked, his eyes lighting up as he recognized him.
He clearly rembered that Lace was a billionaire worth hundreds of billions. Back then, Lace had purchased three Ninth-Rank elixirs for a re 15 billion magic crystals. After that, he had disappeared without a trace, but today, he finally returned.
"Master, I ca today specifically to thank you. Last night, I successfully created a Ninth-Rank potion." Lace said with excitent as he looked at Sylvus.
Ever since he had bought those elixirs from Sylvus' shop, Lace went back ho and devoted himself entirely to potion-making. He realized that his abilities had greatly improved. The parts of the process that had once seed complicated and obscure now beca crystal clear. After consuming all three elixirs, his skills reached an entirely new level.
Just last night, he had successfully crafted a Ninth-Rank potion, and it was of moderate quality.
That was why Lace ca to Sylvus' shop today, eager to express his gratitude. If it weren't for the elixirs Sylvus had sold him, Lace believed he would never have beco a Ninth-Rank Potion Master in his lifeti.
"What? Lace has beco a Ninth-Rank Potion Master? There are only three Ninth-Rank Potion Masters in our entire race, and now there's another one?"
"From what Lace said, it seems like the elixirs from Sylvus' shop helped him reach that level. Are Sylvus' elixirs really that powerful?"
"Brother, this is my fifth ti coming here to buy elixirs. Do you know what my level was before? I was just a Three-Star Mage. Now, I've already reached the One-Star Archmage level, and it only took less than five days."
As Lace spoke, the crowd waiting in line to buy elixirs gasped in astonishnt. If they had only thought that Sylvus' elixirs were effective before, Lace now served as the perfect advertisent.
Even a potion master needed elixirs to improve their level. Why would anyone still bother buying potions?
"No need to thank . I just sold you the elixirs. Everything else was a result of your hard work," Sylvus said with a smile.
Elixirs were rely an aid. If Lace hadn't had the determination to beco a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, even the best elixirs wouldn't have made it possible.
"Master, actually, aside from thanking you, I have another request: I would like to ask you once again to take as your apprentice."
"..."
Lace spoke, and to the shock of everyone present, he dropped to his knees in front of Sylvus and bowed deeply.
"Master, please accept as your disciple."
The sight caused the crowd to collectively gasp. Lace was a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, a status equivalent to a Mage Emperor in this world. And yet, here he was, begging to beco Sylvus' student.
However, when the crowd noticed ylan, who was busy working nearby, they began to understand. A Mage Emperor was working as an assistant for Sylvus, so it wasn't so strange for a Ninth-Rank Potion Master to request apprenticeship.
Sylvus, watching Lace's sudden gesture of reverence, twitched his lips in annoyance.
Is this guy crazy? He's already a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, so why does he still want to beco my apprentice?
"You're already a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, so why do you want to beco my disciple?" Sylvus asked, confused.
"Master, I used to strive only to beco a Ninth-Rank Potion Master. But after reaching that level, I found everything had beco aningless," Lace explained.
The people around them twitched their mouths in disbelief. Was that really sothing a person should say?
You're standing at the peak of this world; of course, things would feel aningless!
"And what does that have to do with becoming my disciple?" Sylvus pressed.
"Last night, I kept thinking about the aning of life, and I realized sothing: even the Ninth-Rank potions I've made are nothing compared to the three elixirs you sold ," Lace said sincerely.
"So, I want to learn from you how to make elixirs."
In Lace's mind, becoming a Potion Master no longer held any future for him. If even Ninth-Rank potions couldn't compare to the elixirs from Sylvus' shop, then what was the point of making potions anymore?
Sylvus furrowed his brows, surprised by Lace's ambition. Even after becoming a Ninth-Rank Potion Master, Lace was still seeking a more powerful path. Unfortunately, Sylvus wasn't skilled in making elixirs himself.
Just as Sylvus was about to respond, a voice ca from outside the alley.
"The Dwarven King is coming. Everyone, clear the way!"
Everyone turned to see seven dwarves entering the shop. Leading them was the Dwarven King Ronald, and among them was Volo.
"Is that the Dwarven King? Why is he here?"
"Did you forget? Two days ago, the boss crippled the Dwarven Prince Mondo and even ate his mount. I bet they're here to cause trouble."
"Cause trouble for the boss? That's a death wish. Can they even be stronger than Heaven's Lightning Tribulation?"
"Don't say anything. Let's just watch. If the boss takes down the Dwarven King, that'll be a real spectacle."
As Ronald entered, the crowd parted, making way. Sylvus squinted his eyes at the approaching figures.
Is this the seven dwarves? If an elven princess showed up right now, it'd be the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
But in reality, these seven were not weak. The weakest among them was a Platinum Knight, and there was even a Holy Knight present.
"Are you the owner, Sylvus?" Ronald asked, his eyes glancing briefly at Lace kneeling on the ground before focusing on Sylvus.
"That's . What do you want?" Sylvus asked indifferently. If these people were here to cause trouble, he would not hesitate to deal with them.
"My grandson, Mondo, was the one you crippled, right? Emperor Boone said that the elixirs from your shop could heal him, so we've co here to buy so," Ronald spoke coldly.
Had Mondo's injuries not been critical, Ronald would have attacked Sylvus without hesitation instead of talking.
Sylvus was montarily taken aback. He had thought they were here to cause trouble, but it turned out they were here to buy elixirs.
"If you're here to buy elixirs, then get in line," Sylvus said casually, waving his hand.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the shop snickered at Ronald and his group. If they were here to fight, they could skip the line. But if they wanted to buy elixirs, they would have to wait just like everyone else.
Ronald frowned. On his way here, he had seen at least 300 people in line. He, the Dwarven King, was supposed to wait in line?
"Young man, I am Volo, the president of the Potion Master's Guild and a Ninth-Rank Potion Master. I've heard your elixirs are extraordinary. May I take a look at them?" Volo stepped forward and asked.
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