Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe
chapter-81

Adam carefully placed the ground-up blazing crystals on the table in front of him. This was the most crucial step in the production of the Potion of Explosion.

After placing the fine powder on the table, the youth carefully imbued it with mana. This process required accurate control of mana output. If one infused less mana than required, the blazing crystal powder would lose all potency.

On the other hand, if one imbued even a sliver of mana more than required, the powder would ignite. In Adam's case, he would be drowned out by a large explosion!

To say that it was dangerous would be an understatement.

Despite the dangers of concocting such a dangerous potion, Adam's expression was calm. Thanks to the memories of the expert, he had to take quite a less detours in reaching where he was today. Moreover, his own handwork and constant practice aided him greatly.

After imbuing the powder with his mana, he placed all of them inside the large cauldron beside him. The cauldron already had a type of purple liquid swirling inside of it and radiating steam.

When the blazing crystal powder came in contact with this liquid, it gradually turned into an orange color.

Adam continued to mix the concoction, while at the same time imbuing mana into it through the ladle at fixed intervals. After about fifteen minutes, the connection was finally ready. The youth extinguished the fire underneath the cauldron and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Man, what a drag!" He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel.

For the past couple of days, he'd been constantly concocting Potions of Explosions every day. It had gotten very monotonous for him, but when he thought of all the money he was going to make off of it, he couldn't help but grin foolishly.

The next moment, Adam leisurely weaved a few hand signs and following that, dozens of small magic circles materialized in the air around him.

From each of these magic circles, a spectral floating hand came out.

Rank 1 Spell: Magus Hand!

Adam snapped his fingers and the dozens of barely-invisible hands flew to the wooden shelf in the room and gently grabbed the empty vials kept on it.

Then, the hands brought the vials near the cauldron and carefully lined them up. Another hand grabbed the ladle and began pouring the potions inside the vials.

Seeing the hands do all the work for him, Adam nodded with a smirk. "What a handy spell!"

The spell, Magus Hand, belonged to the School of Summoning. Although it lasted for only a minute, could not go further than twenty feet away from the caster, carry more than eight pounds at a time, or even attack an opponent, it utilized a very negligent amount of mana, making it an extremely convenient spell.

After all the liquid inside the cauldron had been poured into the vials, Adam manipulated the hands to carefully place the vials inside a large wooden chest he had prepared. Then, he deactivated the spell.

"Amir." The youth called out.

The next moment, a fairly young mercenary entered the door and respectfully greeted him. "Yes, Lord Adam?"

"Take that chest to the administrative building and hand it to one of the Count's men." Adam pointed at the wooden chest. "Oh, and take two men with you just in case."

"As you wish, my lord." The young mercenary nodded and grabbed the chest before leaving the room.

After their first encounter with the vampire spawns, the Count realized just how crucial a role Adam's Potions of Explosions could play. After all, two city guards had used these potions to effectively take down two vampire spawns.

Thus, the Count requested Adam to brew as many potions as he could. He was even willing to pay more than the market price for it.

Naturally, Adam wouldn't refuse such a lucrative offer. He would have concocted these potions anyway since they could save the lives of the guards. But making some extra money out of it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Adam calculated all the money he'd make from the potions and mumbled excitedly, "That chest contains 30 potions, and I'm selling each potion for 16 gold coins. Hmm, and this was already the sixth chest that I've sent to the Count. So the total comes up to…"

When he came to the answer, he laughed loudly. "Kekeke! It's almost three thousand gold pieces! It's more than I've ever made even back in Moon City."

"Rich! Hahahaha! I'm rich!" Adam then composed himself. "Ahem, this is for the safety of the residents of the city. A Magus, such as I, should not be enticed by riches, hmph!"

Although he said that to himself, he still couldn't stop himself from foolishly grinning from ear to ear. If someone were to see his smile right now, they would have nightmares for days.

"Ah, that's right!" Suddenly, he remembered something and opened the table drawer in front of him. From inside, he took out a rolled piece of parchment paper.

This was the reply that Berger had sent to him. Blackie had delivered this earlier today.

Adam's expression turned serious as he focused his attention on the contents of the paper. As he continued to read the details, he couldn't help but marvel. "As expected of the old man. He's really a master at his craft."

Although he had acquired the memories and experience of the powerhouse, it didn't mean that he was omniscient. Sometimes, an external perspective truly helps in overcoming certain hurdles.

In the reply, Berger first praised—in his own way, of course—the ingenuity of coming up with such a vision for the experimental dust. Then he gave his own opinion on how Adam could achieve what he had envisioned.

The youth rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought, "If I do as the old man says, my chances of success will increase by quite a large margin. Although, I do have to tweak certain parts—"

Suddenly, Adam stopped what he was doing and immediately turned his head in a certain direction, his eyes narrowed and his gaze cold as ice.

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot and jumped out of the window. He vaulted over the nearby building and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, seemingly chasing someone.

His expression was that of extreme anger. Those bastards still haven't stopped!

He continued to give chase until he finally jumped down and landed in the middle of a crowded street. The people passing by were taken aback at his sudden appearance, but he didn't care.

Adam looked around, trying to find the person who was just spying on him but he couldn't. He had lost the trail!

His eyes narrowed as he thought grimly, I was just now being spied on by someone… but now they've vanished.

Ever since he entered the city, he constantly had this feeling that he was being watched by someone. At first, he thought that it was the Count or his men, but he soon struck down his idea.

Then, he thought that it must be the culprits who were abducting the citizens. But he struck down this idea as well after confirming that the culprit was an undead. After all, if it really was the vampire or his spawns, they wouldn't have been spying on him during the daytime.

Adam's expression turned ghastly.

Just who is it?