Skynder held the glass up and was shocked by the sight.
The glass vial was completely missing the part of it that had entered the poison. Cracks ran up the remaining part of the vial. It was close to completely falling apart.
Skynder looked down confused. If the poison could lt the glass, why wasn't the cauldron lting?
As if on cue, a drop of poison fell from the bottom of the cauldron. Skynder jumped back as the bottom of the cauldron began to dissolve as if it was lting.
A few drops splashed onto his arm, instantly corroding his skin. He hit the drops with his other hand, but he felt corrosion on it too. Luckily, the liquid was not unstoppable. The few drops quickly ceased their corrosion properties and were flicked off by Skynder.
His cauldron, the table, and the floor were not so lucky.
The cauldron had beco scrap tal, which hurt Skynder's heart. It had been very expensive.
The table had a huge hole through it.
The floor was beginning to corrode as well, though the poison showed signs of stopping. He made sure his papers were okay before studying the situation.
The poison eventually stopped corroding the floor. After all, it was a limited amount and did not have the ability to infinitely corrode.
There was a large hole in the floor, about as deep as Skynders ankle, but as wide as two of him.
It did not seem like much damage, but the floor was made of pure concrete and even a sledge hamr would have difficulty cracking it.
It seed that, although making it was possible, storing it was impossible.
However, as he thought, Skynder had an incredible thought. It seed difficult, but after thinking of it, he couldn't help but try it. Unfortunately, he did not have a cauldron to make it at the mont.
He left the room, surprising lly. She had beco used to him staying as late as possible.
They left and returned ho. Skynder imdiately found one of the more important servants and requested ten cauldrons exactly like the one he had before.
She smiled, but hesitated.
"Lord Skynder... The materials to create that are exceptionally expensive. Even Baron Sky may take notice."
Skynder waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. He won't mind. Probably."
He mumbled the last part under his breath, but the servant didn't hear him.
"Alright then. If you say so. However, such a creation can only be made in the Imperial Capital. I can send a few servants out imdiately in a noble carriage carrying your order, if that is what you want."
Skynder nodded. He had known it would be impossible to create around these parts.
It would also be possible in the Royal Capital, but it would be more expensive there and the wait would still be fairly long.
Skynder could use his fathers money to so extent, but he didn't want to push the limits.
The servant relayed his orders and he had a wait ti of around thirty days.
Until then, he sent soone to the nearby city to have a much lower quality cauldron made, but one that looked the sa.
It would be done by tomorrow. Just in case, he ordered ten of them.
Hopefully, his father wouldn't notice the expenses.
He went to sleep and woke up the next day, ready as always.
His father did not say anything to him, and Skynder soon found himself in the room after school. It had been cleaned up a little bit from before.
After all, this room was occasionally used in teachings. Skynder found a new table and placed a new cauldron on it.
It was definitely inferior compared to before, but it would do as long as he did not create anything corrosive.
Though, after many uses, it may deteriorate.
Skynder began to use different materials, experinting with amount and timing.
He did not plan to have any success, just seeing how different materials interacted with each other and their various changes
Most importantly, he continued experinting with blood. He still felt that it was sothing with the most potential.
After all, it should logically carry the characteristics of the being it ca from.
The Echo Chaleon's blood made a gem change color, so by association, it should work with all animals.
Skynder tried various thods over multiple days, gaining a lot of information over various subjects. Like this, he was able to steadily progress in this field of study.
Thirty days was not a short ti, and there was much that he could accomplish in that ti.
After a week, he began to write a book recording all of the information he had learned. Scattered papers were getting too ssy and hard to organize.
It would not be published or shared, just a record of his studies and findings.
As he wrote, he saw the marks on his hand and arm.
It ca from the corrosive poison that he had got on him.
It was slowly starting to heal, but he wasn't sure if it would ever be the sa.
Regardless, he already had a permanent mask. Nothing else would likely change his appearance as much.
Speaking of that, it was about ti to change how it looked. Since he could customize it, he may as well make it fancy.
The next day, after school, he did not go to his "Club", but entered the city. He was familiar with it, having visited multiple tis. To be honest, it was on the verge of being a simple village, barely considered a city.
A Baron having a city in their territory was already rare. After all, most simply did not have enough care to create an entire city, which would take loads of money and effort.
Even if they were planning to live there, making it a city would be too difficult for it to be worth it.
The Sky Barony's city was partially ford through natural migration, and the rest was the pushing of Baron Sky, this one and ones of the past.
They were quite lucky to have it.
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