The Wizard: Starting by Scamming the Demon God

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Chapter 7 Brewing Magic Potions

“How much money do we have left?” Isaac asked.

Whether goblins and goblin slayers exist or are simply a matter of money passing between his own pocket and his own, is irrelevant to him. All he knows is that hiring goblin slayers costs him money, and he himself doesn't have much money left...

"There are also five hundred gold coins, sixty-three silver coins and some copper coins. We came at the wrong time; the last quarter's Silvermoon Grass was just handed in."

“Hmm.” Isaac nodded. “Take out fifty gold coins, find a team… well, five gold coins it is, find a goblin slayer, he’ll be in charge of finding goblins, we’ll kill them ourselves.”

"Yes, Master."

Isaac waved his hand, signaling Smith to step back, and sighed heavily. Although it seemed like a lot, it would probably not be enough if used for magical research. Moreover, the five hundred gold coins were brought from home, and they would be gone once they were used up.

The Silver Moon Grass grown on the estate doesn't actually generate that much profit.

According to previous accounts, the net profit he received from Silvermoon Grass each quarter was only a dozen or so gold coins, and he could grow Silvermoon Grass three times a year.

This amount of money is enough for a minor nobleman to live a slightly better life, but that's about it.

So please, Goblin Slayer...

We must be careful...

Although the manor's forces were few in number, they were of high quality. With one knight, eleven quasi-knights, and him, a formal wizard, they were more than capable of slaughtering goblins. Goblin Slayer's role was merely to target the goblins.

"Sigh~ Keep studying, keep studying~" Isaac shook his head and then turned his attention back to the parchment in front of him.

Bloodline Essence Potions can not only enhance one's own strength, but they might also be a good business opportunity that needs to be studied carefully.

Unlike heart transplant surgery, potion brewing also requires spells, but there are only three spells: a fire spell to ignite the fire, a water spell to mix the ingredients, and an extraction spell to finally extract the potion.

These three spells are not as easy to fake as a heart transplant. Repeatedly reciting them will not increase the success rate, because none of these three spells can be omitted or added, otherwise the refining will fail.

The only thing that can be manipulated with a cheat code, just like a ritual, is the materials. Many auxiliary materials can be placed without limit, thus increasing the success rate without limit. Among them, the most cost-effective is Silver Moon Grass, because it grows on its own.

Before he came, he had already asked the manor to leave some Silver Moon Grass, enough for him to squander.

The three spells for brewing potions were all basic spells, and they were not difficult to learn. Isaac quickly learned them and was able to start brewing potions.

The reason for using the word "boil" is...

It's because, according to legend, wizards make potions differently. Unlike arcane sorcerers who have a whole host of tools, such as beakers, crucibles, test tubes, and other chemical-related equipment, wizards only need a large pot and a long ladle.

It's similar to the image of the evil wizards in fairy tales.

After reviewing the parchment scroll again and confirming that he had memorized all three spells, Isaac got up and moved the necessary materials to the crucible. He first added water and monster blood in a 2:1 ratio, filling the large crucible, which was one meter wide and tall, to more than half full.

Then, he chanted a fire spell, and with a "whoosh," a pale green flame ignited beneath the crucible, using the magic in the air as fuel to release heat and heat the crucible.

After lighting the fire, Isaac squatted down and curiously watched the pale green flames burning fiercely even without firewood, while the water was still boiling.

He was somewhat curious whether the Fire Demon Spell could be used for attack.

Theoretically, it should be possible, right?

However, the fire spell is just a basic spell, and its temperature is not high. It is unknown whether there are any advanced spells.

Isaac had many questions in his mind, and spells were one of them. Currently, both of his witchcraft spells required the use of spells, which was different from arcane magic. The learning and use of arcane magic did not involve spells, but rather models and magic formulas.

Which of these two is the mainstream legendary wizard, and what will happen to him in the future...?

Thinking about it, Isaac suddenly paused, then shook his head. Who cares which mainstream one it is? Anyway, it's easy for him to learn any of them, so it doesn't matter much.

Of course, if conditions allowed, he would choose to have them all!

"Glug~ Glug~"

Before long, the bright red liquid in the crucible began to churn. Isaac dared not be careless. With a "rip," he summoned his demonic claw and, with its assistance, began to add various strange materials into the crucible one by one.

Withered fingers, two rotting tree roots, multicolored scales, mushrooms emitting a strange smell, the corpse of a rat, and a bright red heart radiating intense magical energy!

After placing them in one by one, Isaac chanted a tongue-twisting incantation while dipping a large spoon into the crucible and began stirring, three circles to the left and three circles to the right. Every now and then, he would throw in some silver moon grass to prevent the success rate from dropping below 200%.

As they stirred and stirred, the materials in the crucible gradually blended with the blood, which turned green due to the addition of too much Silver Moon Grass. As green bubbles burst, a strange smell began to permeate the room.

Isaac's expression shifted slightly, realizing that the time was right. Although the green liquid in the pot was different from the red liquid described in the parchment, the smell was the same, the sensation of magic was similar, and the success rate was still 200%, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

With this thought in mind, Isaac moved the long spoon to the surface of the liquid and gently stirred it. The spell in his mouth then turned into an extraction spell. Isaac's magic claw behind his head spread its five fingers and covered the crucible. Strands of magic began to fall from the magic claw and seep into the crucible.

Slowly, a clear red liquid began to appear in the long spoon that Isaac was swirling on the surface of the liquid, emitting a sweet, bloody smell.

Only then could Isaac finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It became.

Looking at the spoon full of red liquid, Isaac smiled, carefully poured it into a glass tube, put the lid on, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

He had only prepared three sets of materials for refining the potion, and the loss from this failure would be too great.

Isaac shrugged and began pouring new ingredients into the crucible. He was in good shape and decided to cook all three portions at once, since he still had enough magic power.

It's worth mentioning that Isaac didn't throw away the green liquid in the pot, but instead started brewing a potion with the new ingredients.

This is a good thing. Legend has it that the process of a wizard brewing a potion can also be seen as a simple magical ritual. During this process, the cauldron, the long spoon, and the remaining liquid inside will be slightly strengthened, and over time, they will become magical props.

Just like his wizarding robes, which were originally just ordinary cloth, they now possess certain magical properties due to his participation in the ritual that made him a wizard, and have the ability to faintly conceal his presence.

The same applies to the liquid in the crucible; when it is adequately nourished by the ritual, it can not only increase the success rate of brewing potions but also be used to perform witchcraft.

Chapter 8 Trust

"Phew~ Finally finished~"

At noon, Isaac, who had been busy all morning, breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands on his hips and looked at the three bottles of bright red potions on the table next to the cauldron, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

The market price of a bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion is 100 gold coins, the cost is 30 gold coins, and the extra Silvermoon Grass can be basically ignored. That is to say, he can make a net profit of 70 gold coins per bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion!

Getting rich is just around the corner!

"Goo~"

"Tsk~" Hearing the rumbling in his stomach, Isaac shook his head, picked up a bottle of potion, and went outside to eat first.

"Is lunch ready?" Isaac asked Smith, who had been standing guard outside the door, as he stepped out of the room.

"It's all ready, young master. For lunch today, we've prepared your favorite roast chicken and a beautifully crafted Faron cake."

"You went to the city? Oh right, to recruit Goblin Slayers." Isaac suddenly realized, then asked, "How did the recruitment go?"

Smith sighed softly: "It went very smoothly. After I paid him, William told me to come back and wait, saying that the Goblin Slayer would arrive tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Isaac frowned. William was the governor of Fezre, the town closest to the manor. As one of only two potion-growing towns in Solomon Territory, it was impossible for him to be poor. Let alone a mere five gold coins, he could easily hire a team of goblin killers for fifty gold coins.

Normally, this matter could be resolved without Isaac's involvement, let alone money.

“William…I remember he was close to my second brother, right?” Isaac stopped and turned back to look at Smith with a puzzled expression.

Smith sighed and said helplessly, "Yes, William was once the second young master's knight."

Isaac shook his head. This made sense. Although he still didn't know what his second brother was up to, it was nothing more than a power struggle. As the second son, he had a chance to fight for the right of succession.

However, Isaac saw it as just an opportunity, because their older brother was outstanding, exceptionally outstanding!

At only thirty-three years old, he was already a peak Grand Knight, just one step away from becoming a High Knight!

You should know that in the entire Solomon territory, there is only one high knight, Viscount Solomon!

Moreover, he is not only militarily powerful, but also very capable in governing his territory. How can you compete with someone like that? What can you possibly use to compete with him?

However, his second brother was clearly not ready to give up and was preparing to fight again, which then affected him as well...

Of course, it's also possible that it was intentionally spread.

Who knows?

"Forget it, they're just goblins anyway. With Goblin Slayer helping us search, they shouldn't pose much of a threat. What Second Brother wants to do is none of my business. Uncle Smith, go and call Brother Barton over. I have something for him."

“Yes.” Smith nodded slightly, turned and left, leaving Isaac to walk towards the restaurant alone.

"Ugh, what a mess this is all about!" Isaac sighed again, shaking his head. He hadn't expected that even after hiding here, he still couldn't escape these chaotic things...

Fortunately, it didn't have a big impact, because this is a world of extraordinary abilities, where personal strength is the fundamental factor that determines everything. This is why he has high hopes for his elder brother, and the same applies to himself.

He has embarked on the path of a wizard, and his future is bright. He is no longer the sickly, weak young master Solomon he once was!

Isaac tossed the potion in his hand lightly and walked briskly toward the restaurant.

When Isaac arrived at the restaurant, Smith and Barton were already waiting for him. Isaac wasn't surprised at all; one was a full-fledged knight and the other a prospective knight, neither of them were ordinary people, so it was perfectly normal for them to arrive faster than him.

After Isaac sat down, he casually pushed out the Bloodline Essence Potion in his hand, stopped in front of Barton, and said in a low voice, "Brother Barton, you've been stuck at the Quasi-Knight stage for many years, haven't you? This is a Bloodline Essence Potion. Drink it first and see if it's enough to break through. If not, I'll give you more. Now is the time when you need power."

After saying that, Isaac began to eat the roast chicken in large bites as if nothing had happened. This kind of thing was not easy to eat normally. A roast chicken cost more than ten silver coins. With his wealth, he really couldn't afford to eat much of it.

However, the other two were not as calm as him. Smith and Barton stared wide-eyed at the bright red potion on the table without moving. Barton, in particular, was already in his late thirties or early forties, and his physical functions had declined significantly. He had long since lost the possibility of advancing further, otherwise he would not have come with Isaac.

But what if there were a bottle of Bloodline Essence Potion...?

That might just be something we can do and give it a shot!

Thinking of this, Patton felt a surge of excitement!

Compared to his son Barton, Smith was even more shocked. As Isaac's head butler, he knew very well that the young master hadn't bought any potions before coming here, only the ingredients for three Bloodline Essence potions. So, it could only have been made on the spot, but how could that be?!

A wizard who only became a wizard yesterday!

"Young Master, this is... something you made?" Smith asked cautiously.

“Well, so drink up. You and Brother Barton are the only ones in this manor who are close to me, so naturally the best stuff will be given to you first.” After saying that, Isaac continued to wolf down the roast chicken.

After finishing his meal, he had to go to the cabin in the woods to see what was going on there. He had originally planned to learn the three basic arcane spells before going, but unfortunately, plans don't always go as expected, and a goblin suddenly appeared on the way...

Although the manor's defenses are sufficient, what if something happens?

Although he has now become a formal wizard and awakened his innate wizardry, his combat strength is actually quite average. Hopefully, the cabin in the woods can bring him some good news.

“Young Master Isaac, this is too precious, I can’t accept it!” On the other side, Barton, with a conflicted expression, pushed away the Bloodline Essence Potion and politely declined Isaac’s offer.

Although he really wanted it, he also knew that given Isaac's current situation, it would be better to give it to someone younger and more talented than to give it to this hopeless old man. That would be the most cost-effective option.

"Alright, we've known each other for so many years, why are you being so polite with me? Here, it's just a potion." Isaac looked at Barton helplessly.

How could he not know that giving Patton the product was not cost-effective?

The problem is that he can only give it to Barton. He only brought twelve people from home, and the only ones he can trust are the Smiths. Smith is older and already a knight, so the potion's effects are very mediocre. He doesn't trust anyone else at all.

Loyalty is something that cannot be cultivated in a day or two.