Another World's Versatile Crafting Master

Zhuang Bifan

Chapter 208 - Psionic Potion

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Chapter 208: Psionic Potion

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Archmage!?” In the president's room, Aldwin let out an exclamation. He leaned his hunched body slightly forward as if to see the crystal ball clearer. The strength of this young apprentice was beyond his expectation.

In the big Alanna Guild of Magic, if there was a person who knew best about Lin Li's strength, it would probably be Aldwin. Although they did not have much contact with each other, and only met a few times altogether, Aldwin was someone who had lived for more than 100 years. Were his experience and vision comparable to those of ordinary people? With his experience and vision, he was able to see many things that others could not.

But even with Aldwin's rich experience and sharp vision, he probably could not see that this fellow had secretly attained the strength of an Archmage…

This was certainly the last thing that Aldwin had expected.

Since the onset of the Flaming Storm, Aldwin had been staring at the scene in the crystal ball in a daze. After a long time, he sighed. “Gerian's luck is really enviable…”

With Aldwin's insight, how could he not understand what it meant to have an Archmage under the age of 20? This meant that the Jarrosus Guild of Magic would not have to worry about anything for the next 100 years, because another G.o.d of Mages was likely to be born in this remote little guild.

Aldwin looked a little envious when he said this.

However, it was just envy. At Aldwin's age, he had come to take things in stride. It could only be said that Gerian was in luck to be able to discover such a magic genius.

Compared with Aldwin's composure, Darian, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to have lost it.

“This is impossible!” When Lin Li suppressed Macklin with a large number of instantaneous spells, the look on Darian's face suddenly changed. His whole face turned ghastly white all at once, and he looked like a cat having its tail stepped on. He jumped up from his chair, waved his hands in exaggeration at the scene in the crystal ball, and screamed, “This is impossible. How could he be an Archmage? He must have cheated!”

“Darian, nothing is impossible…” Aldwin had been in charge of the Alanna Guild of Magic as early as a few decades ago. How could he not know the feud between Darian and that fat president from Jarrosus? But this was, after all, a personal grudge. Furthermore, one was the president of the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, and the other was the right-hand man he had always relied on, so Aldwin had turned a blind eye all along and pretended not to know anything.

Fortunately, Gerian had gone to Jarrosus. There had been little contact between the two men in the past few decades, so there was no occasion for them to expand their grievances.

But since Felic's arrival to Jarrosus, the feud of that year seemed to have continued on.

Speaking of which, it was also quite a coincidence. Felic, that kid, was a born troublemaker. First, he wounded Darian's trial apprentice, and then he wounded Darian's nephew. After that, Aldwin could vaguely feel that Darian had come to possess great hostility to the young mage.

If it was just another mage, perhaps Aldwin would continue to turn a blind eye. After all, although Darian was arrogant and domineering, he would not dare to do anything out of line under his nose. At most, he would only make the other party suffer a little. This could serve as a kind of drill for young mages.

But not with Felic…

Not to mention the Alanna Guild of Magic had to rely on Felic for the bet that'd be due six months later, just due to his relations.h.i.+p with Andoine and Old Grimm, and the strength he had shown at this time, Aldwin would never allow anyone to lay a hand on the young mage. Are you kidding? Who will take the blame for offending Andoine and Old Grimm? Those two old guys are not easy to handle. They can do anything if they really set their minds to it.

Even if Aldwin was the only level-21 legendary-mage in the Felan Kingdom, he would never provoke these two old guys unless necessary.

Moreover, Lin Li was a genius who had reached the realm of an Archmage before he was even 20 years of age.

This genius had gone beyond the region. He belonged not only to the Jarrosus Guild of Magic, but also to the entire Felan Kingdom. As the head of 24 Guilds of Magic in the Felan Kingdom, Aldwin had the responsibility not to let him come to any harm.

No matter what Darian had in his mind or what he had done before, his hostility toward the young mage had to be curbed from now on.

Aldwin a.s.sumed an unprecedented seriousness and asked, “Darian, how long have you not seen Gerian?”

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“If I can, I hope I never have to see that h.e.l.l-d.a.m.n fool ever again!” At Aldwin's mention of Gerian's name, the middle-aged Archmage suddenly showed a look of disgust. His hatred for Gerian had been buried in his heart for decades. That bit resentment back then had already taken root and sprouted into a huge tree, which tormented him all the time. Sometimes, even Darian suspected he'd be forced to go totally crazy one day if he could not find an outlet to vent this hatred.

Darian did not dare to be neglectful of the warning. He took the responsibility with a fearful expression. “I'm sorry, President Aldwin, I'm to blame for his lack of proper discipline. I will certainly teach him a good lesson when I get back.”

“Forget it…” Aldwin shook his head. “He has learned his lesson too. Felic was too heavy-handed on him. I'm afraid he will have to lie in bed for months before he can get up, right?”

“At least three months.” Darian had no children; his nephew, Madrick, was his only relative. Although the latter was stupid, he was, after all, the closest person to him. At Aldwin's mention, he was reminded of Madrick lying miserably in the hospital bed. For a while, he could not help feeling bitter.

“Well, Darian, when you go back later, drop by the Research Inst.i.tute and ask Baron to give you a bottle of Psionic Potion. Tell him I've sent you.”

“Thank you, President Aldwin.” Darian's face was full of delight. He'd never thought that Aldwin would promise Madrick a bottle of Psionic Potion. This was the biggest secret of the Alanna Guild of Magic. Even among the guild's top officials, only a few people knew about its existence. Only Aldwin and Baron had the right to use it. Even if Macklin wanted to use it, he'd have to apply for it one month in advance.

“You don't have to thank me…” Aldwin shook his head. “This bottle of Psionic Potion is not for nothing. From today onwards, I don't want to hear any more rumors about you dealing with Felic.”

“Yes.” Darian nodded, and said nothing more.

Aldwin's intention was very clear—this bottle of Psionic Potion was to pacify him. If he refused to accept, then perhaps it'd be another end that awaited him…

Although the president had always been kind and generous, he had ruled the Alanna Guild of Magic for decades. How could he be someone who was only kind and generous? If Darian really angered him, it was really unknown what sort of means Aldwin would take to deal with him.


He had cast the net down as early as 10 days ago. Everything that came after that had nothing to do with him. Even if something really happened to that Jarrosus country boy, Aldwin could hardly pin the blame on him.

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