Abe The Wizard Chapter 254
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Abe the Wizard Chapter 254 – A Wonderful Change
Chapter 254 A Wonderful Change
“Please inform that the Bennett Alchemist has come to visit Master Mara,” Abel said and bowed slightly.
“Yes, sir. Please wait for a moment, please!” The elf maid bowed back and walked quickly into the tower.
A few minutes later, Master Mara came to the gate.
“I am extremely honored that you came to visit, Bennett Alchemist!” Master Mara bowed with a smile.
As a fellow Master Alchemist, Master Mara spoke as soon as she met Abe. She was very enthusiastic, which made Abel feel her sincerity.
“Master Mara, I am sorry to interrupt your research. Please, forgive me for my imprudence!” Abel bowed to Master Mara.
“No, no, it okay! Come in. Let’s talk inside,” Master Mara said and showed the direction.
The meeting room had a very simple interior design, which was very different from the other elven buildings Abel visited. Of course, almost all the ones Abel went to belonged to important figures, aristocrats, and so on.
A long table and several tall-back chairs. That’s all there was in the meeting room. Master Mara wasn’t planning to have a conversation here, though.
“Um, let’s head to my alchemy room! We can talk a lot more freely there,” Master Mara said as she walked up the stairs through the meeting room.
Unlike the simple living room, there were a lot more things in the alchemy room. Abel hadn’t even seen some of the tools before. There was the frozen circle that could preserve goods for a substantial amount of time, the flame circle that could be heated up at any time, the circle that could create mana water at any given time. There were countless circles that could do all sorts of different things, some of which Abel didn’t even recognize.
“Have a look at my collection of alchemy-related magic circles. These ones here, this was made by human wizards. These ones by the elves, and these ones by the dwarves!”
Judging from how interested Abel was, Master Mara took the patience to explain each circle one by one. She also introduced a lot of the alchemy equipment to him.
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Meanwhile, the elf maid came with two cups of fruit juice. They were placed on the table in the middle of the alchemy room. Master Mara gave a hand sign politely and invited Abel to sit down.
“Master Mara, here’s a little gift for you,” Abel said, then took out two bottles of skin lotion and two bottles of conditioner from the portal bag.
“Oh, such wonderful presents you have for me!” Master Mara said ecstatically. To be honest, she wanted to examine the lotion and conditioner the first time she saw them. She was kind of rude at the time, however, so she never found the right opportunity to ask Abel. In fact, she didn’t think that it’d be this easy to see the two items again.
The two had a friendly meeting. On the way back, Abel was holding two recipes in his hands, which made him very satisfied with today’s visit. The two recipes were from Master Mara, one was a recipe for the “healing potion,” and the other one was for the “poison antidote.”
So why these two? After learning about how unacquainted Abel was with alchemy recipes, Master Mara decided to give him the most basic and useful ones she had, which were recipes for medicinal purposes.
‘Healing medicine’ was a healing potion that could treat minor injuries and suppress severe injuries. This kind of potion was very scarce in the human world. The reason for that was because most of the ingredients could only be found in the Double Moon Forest.
As for the “poison antidote potion,” it’s obviously meant for curing poisons. That wasn’t it, though. It was also a potion, which could not only neutralize most types of poison, but it could also suppress the effects of certain types of poison that were more severe. Just like the healing potion, the poison antidote potion could only be produced in the Double Moon forest.
After Abel left, Master Mara took no time to open the bottle of skin lotion. After pouring some at the back of her hands, her wrinkled skin suddenly tightened and glowed with youth.
Master Mara was shocked to see what the skin lotion could do. It was not the first time she used a blue quality lotion, but what Abel gave her was something in a completely different league.
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Master Mara looked at the bottle of the lotion on her hand. She then looked at the lotion on the table. There were only two bottles. She had two options here: she could either use the lotion for her research, or she could use them all on herself.
Even a woman of the age of Master Mara couldn’t resist the temptation of rejuvenating her young face. Since there might not be any useful results in using the potion for research, she told herself that it was better to use the rest of the skin lotion on herself.
Meanwhile, there was a situation in Grand Duke Mansion. It all began when Grand Duke Edwina distributed the blue quality elven perfume to each of the ten female official druids in the mansion. As it always has been, the distribution of the elven perfume was just a normal giveaway event, but because since one of the male official druid ‘s wife was also one of the ten female official druids who receive the perfume, the other official druids soon learned about the potion’s special effect.
As the Lord of Angstrom City, Grand Duke Edwina couldn’t think of only herself. She also had to train those who followed her, which was why she would hand out the perfumes in the first place.
When the twelve male official druids knew that the blue quality elven perfume could purify the soul, they began to protest for the same treatment as the official female druids. Apparently, since “it wasn’t just the female druids who used elven perfume. A lot of male druids also were,” many male elves started asking for the same thing.
This whole farce ended after Grand Duke Edwina issued an additional twelve bottles of blue-quality ‘elven perfume’ to the official male druids. She wasn’t happy about it, obviously. Things didn’t quite resolve because a few more bottles were handed out. Soon, word got out, and all the elven druids were asking about the mastermind behind this soul-purifying “elven perfume.”.
Many high elves in Angstrom City identified Master Mara as the creator of the ‘elven perfume.” After all, her research into the “soul enhancing secret potion” was no secret in the upper-class community.” Thus, many began to visit her alchemy lab.
“Master Mara! How did you become so young?”
Senator Menuhin looked at Mara, a middle-aged woman, in complete shock. The old alchemist’s face was now red and firm, and her pale, crooked hair has become smooth and with silvery-white luster.
“And what brought you here, Senator Manuhin?” Master Mara looked calmly at the three senators in front of her. As plain as her facial expression was, she was clearly in a good mood right now.
“About the “soul enhancing secret potion,” madam, did you achieve any, say, crucial breakthrough lately?” Senator Menuhin asked. Seeing that Master Mara did not want to talk about her age-reversing, he decided to change the subject immediately.
Master Mara felt kind of annoyed to be asked about her research progress. She’s already looked into the “soul enhancing secret potion” for many years, with no major progress whatsoever. The cost of the research was funded by the Angstrom City Council. Since Senator Menuhin brought two other senators with him, she could not help but think that they were trying to put pressure on her.
Whatever these three senators’ intentions were, they must’ve come here prepared. They started by pointing out how she was starting to look younger, and then asked about the research progress of the “soul enhancing secret potion,” which together could only mean one thing: they were suspecting that Master Mara was using the research funding to make herself look younger.
Master Mara said in a soft, yet sharp voice, “Senator Menuhin, if the city thinks that I am consuming too much of its resources, then starting this year, I shall continue my research independently.”
The three senators looked at each other in a somewhat confused manner. They had a good deal before, but for reasons they weren’t sure of, the old woman in front of them was asking to cut ties.
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