Chapter 602: Going Out for Practical Training
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When those words were spoken, everyone in the underground room stared at the captive mage, as if they couldn’t believe what they had just heard.
"...could it be an act?"
Benjamin could not help but stretch out his arms and shake the captive by the shoulders, making sure he was pletely awake.
But, no matter how hard he shook, the captive still looked vacant and could not even recognize Benjamin and the old man.
"Who are you? Where is this? Wait... Who am I?"
Benjamin covered his mouth with his palm, he was speechless.
Alright, so the potion did not kill him, but his entire memory had been wiped clean. If this mage had lost his memories and could not even remember the spells from before, then how was he different from a moner?
What a headache...
The old man’s eyebrows were also tightly knitted together. He pulled open the captive’s eyelids and examined for a while more, after which he said, "The potency of the magic potion should have been neutralized by my potion, the Queen can no longer control him."
Benjamin shook his head in response to the statement, "So what? He’s only a dummy now - even if the Queen could control him, he’s useless."
"I feel that this problem is a result of the two types of potions clashing. My potion on its own should not have caused this." The old man thought for a moment before replying, "I still need to do more research about the situation."
"Can you improve the potion?" Benjamin asked immediately.
Principles did not matter anymore; a potion that would cause memory loss after it had been drunk was basically useless. Even if he had done his best to think up a way of getting the mages of Icor to drink it, he would just be left with a bunch of moners with no ability to take care of themselves.
If the Church heard of this, they would laugh roll on the ground in laughter.
They needed to research and e up with a new antidote.
"No, there is no way to change the potion. Its position is very plex. Weakening its potency will stop it from having the intended result." The old man frowned as he rested his hands on his hips.
Benjamin’s headache worsened.
This meant that Benjamin’s hope of relying on the breakthrough magic potion so that the Mages’ Organization of Icor would collapse by themselves and desert the Queen was basically impossible.
Fortunately, the old man added a few more words onto his earlier statement, "However… I think this loss of memory should not be long term. He will probably recover."
Benjamin furrowed his eyebrows, "How long before he will recover?"
If the mages of Icor all lost their memories for a whole month, it would still be a big problem.
The old man, however, held up his hands in surrender, "I don’t know."
Benjamin felt dejected and could only sigh, "Whatever... All of you, get to work. I’m going back. When you have news, call me."
Having finished speaking, he shook his head and turned around to leave.
There was no point in staying here any longer, it would only worsen his mood. He might as well go take a walk and inspect the academy. At least the academy was flourishing, unlike the blundering research project here.
Around this time, students were starting to enter the magic potion courses. Because of this, Benjamin met a few students holding on to bottles and cans while he was walking out. They greeted Benjamin somewhat fearfully, perhaps because they had been shocked by Benjamin’s "Descending of Water
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