With a steady breath, Instructor Lira muttered so chants, her voice low and rhythmic:
"Ignis pura, flamma constans, unifica essentia."
The students saw nothing, no sparks nor light, but within the sealed vessel, a blue fla erupted that swirled with intensity.
It enveloped the ingredients, coursing through them with aggressiveness.
Lira’s hands moved deftly over the cauldron, her fingers tracing invisible patterns as she controlled the fla’s ferocity.
Occasionally, she whispered another chant, "Tempera ignis," to lower the heat, or "Cresce flamma," to intensify it.
The room remained silent as the students were transfixed by her focus.
Beads of sweat glistened on her brow, her eyes closed as she muttered incantations, each one syncing with the fla.
The process stretched on and the air grew heavy with the sharp, herbal scent of fusing ingredients.
After over thirty minutes, Lira’s hands stilled. She opened her eyes and exhaled softly, before lifting the cauldron’s lid with a soft click.
Reaching inside, she retrieved a single pill, holding it aloft for the whole class to see.
It wasn’t perfectly spherical as its surface was slightly irregular, but it resembled a sphere.
"Woww," the students murmured in awe.
Lira studied the pill, channeling a diagnostic spell that sent a shimr across its surface.
"About 50% purity," she said, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Not bad at all."
Turning to the class, she continued, "There you go. I’ve crafted a Recovery Pill. This is how pills are made. As I focused, I used my flas to heat the ingredients, ensuring they solidified without burning.
Precision is everything. Too much heat, and they char; too little, and they fail to fuse."
The students nodded, absorbing her words. Lira went on,
"The side effects of impure pills diminish as purity increases. This one, at 50%, is quite good. It should perform its function well, though it may take effect more slowly than a purer pill. The worst outco is a slight delay, but no significant hitches."
Her gaze swept the room, pausing on Adrian. "I hope you’re all satisfied."
Adrian nodded along with the others, but inwardly, he was exhilarated.
The demonstration had been an enlightennt, illuminating the intricacies of pill-making.
His Magic Cauldron prototype could be refined further with this knowledge.
An idea sparked in his mind with this demonstration: why not craft the cauldron from a transparent material? Not fragile glass, but a heat-resistant, crystal-clear alloy.
It would let him observe the process in real-ti, ensuring precision. He knew no such material existed in his current inventory, but he could develop one.
His mind buzzed with possibilities and he was grateful he hadn’t finalized the cauldron’s design.
Lira’s voice cut through his thoughts as she resud teaching, explaining her ingredient choices and their synergy.
Adrian made sure to pay attention, as each detail was crucial for his own experints.
***
After class, Adrian left the Alchemy Hall, his mind brimming with insights.
Instructor Lira had reminded them that their next session would return to studying ingredients, a shift Adrian didn’t mind.
He had already decided to attend Alchemy class sparingly after today, except when critical topics aros. .
With Rune Making class next, followed by another grueling session with Master Von, Adrian headed to the training yard to practice his Phantom Flow Technique.
The sandy expanse was filled with knights, including Karl, who was twirling his spear with determination.
Adrian found a quiet corner, cycling through the technique’s stances, his body moving with increasing fluidity.
The movents he had mastered were close to feeling natural now, so he kept on training until the bell signaled the end of the period.
After that, Adrian continued his training with Master Von’s session which stretched until 7:30 PM.
Exhausted but driven, he returned to the dorm by the ti he was dismissed. His muscles were screaming but his heart was excited despite the fatigue.
After seeing Karl already asleep, Adrian quickly refreshed, changed into loose clothes, and jumped onto his bed.
Pulling the sheets over himself, he muttered, "Visit Factory," and the dorm dissolved, replaced by the green grass of the [System Factory].
[Access Ti Remaining: 02:59:57].
Adrian didn’t waste a mont, striding to his workshop with a clear plan.
He needed a transparent, heat-resistant material for the Magic Cauldron. A crystal alloy capable of withstanding mana flas while allowing real-ti observation.
His current inventory lacked such a substance, but with enough calculations and experintation, he was sure he could forge one.
"That’s doable," he told himself as he pulled up a holographic interface displaying all the items he currently had in his [Inventory].
***
Thirty minutes later, Adrian leaned back from the holographic interface, his brow furrowed in frustration.
He had scoured his [Inventory], cross-referencing every tal and alloy; but none proved suitable for his vision of a transparent, heat-resistant cauldron lid.
He had ran countless calculations and even forged so sheets himself. Yet, each attempt ended in failure: the materials either cracked under flas or lost clarity when reinforced.
Adrian sighed, tugging at his hair as he sank into a chair.
"Nothing," he muttered with disappointnt.
The failure stung, and he pinpointed two culprits: either his [Inventory] lacked the right base materials, or his knowledge of tallurgy was too limited to exploit what he had.
Both were likely true, and the realization gnawed at him.
His thoughts drifted to the main library, where so books were still untouched by him.
"Maybe they’ll push Mana Theory to the next level," he hoped inwardly, though doubt crept in.
Even with Mana Theory 3, he would need specific expertise in tals, sothing he doubted any book in this dieval world could provide.
The System was his best bet. Opening the store interface, he browsed until a title caught his eye:
[tals of Thanad: A Comprehensive Guide].
Its description promised detailed insights into the Continent’s ores, tals, and properties... Exactly what he needed.
But the price of 10,000 TP made him wince.
"That’s possible... but it’s too much at the mont," Adrian grumbled, knowing it forced a reshuffling of priorities.
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