Chapter 146: Potion Fields

After using his bloodline power, Helag’s strength, agility, and constitution all surpassed thirty points.

He casually clenched his fist, feeling the explosive power within.

With an average attribute of thirty points, Helag felt he could easily take down the mammoth in Creek Valley Town with a single punch.

Even against Malcolm, he believed that if he got close enough and caught Malcolm off guard, he could seriously injure him.

This level of power was beyond what an ordinary body could withstand.

“I wonder what kind of power I’ll have when I activate the bloodline mark in the Abyss Plane,” Helag mused, though he suppressed the urge.

The Abyss Plane was too dangerous to venture into recklessly.

The Land of Dawn’s separation from the Barren Lands provided Helag with a relatively safe environment, free from the threat of encountering second or third-level wizards.

After advancing to the first level, Helag’s current abilities gave him a degree of self-protection.

“I wonder how long until the energy is fully charged.”

Helag glanced at the plane coordinate mark on his palm, noting it was more solid than before, indicating some energy had been replenished.

He attempted to communicate with it, but the feedback showed it wasn’t enough yet.

For his next journey to the Abyss Plane, Helag knew he needed to be well-prepared.

***

The next morning, Lennon waited quietly outside the inner castle.

The two servants had learned that if they needed Helag, they should wait outside the inner castle.

Helag noticed him immediately, knowing there was something to report, and left the basement.

“Sir, Master Brack asked me to tell you that he’ll take you to tour the potion fields this afternoon,” Lennon reported.

Helag nodded. “Alright, I understand.”

Brack hadn’t contacted him in the past few days, leaving Helag to focus on his cultivation and research.

***

In the afternoon, Brack arrived outside the castle and smiled upon seeing Helag waiting at the gate. “How are you settling in? Let me know if you need anything.”

Helag replied, “I’m doing well, no issues. There is something I could use your help with.”

“What is it?” Brack asked.

“I’d like to purchase some first-level spells. Do you have any channels for that?” Helag expressed his request.

Brack nodded. “Sure, that’s no problem. What type of spells are you looking for?”

Helag considered. “Preferably shield spells, attack spells, or enhancement spells. What’s the usual price range?”

“The prices vary greatly. The cheapest might be seventy or eighty magic stones, but some first-level spells can cost over a thousand.”

Brack continued, “I’ll inquire for you. Once I have specific spells and prices, you can decide.”

“Thank you, Mr. Brack!” Helag said gratefully.

Brack waved it off. “We’re all family here; it’s no big deal. If I couldn’t even help you with this, I’d have no face to keep you here.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Brack,” Helag chuckled.

He knew that staying here was the best option.

His main reason for coming was to escape Malcolm’s threat, with work being secondary.

“Let’s go check out the potion fields.”

They chose to walk rather than ride.

Horses were forbidden in the potion fields due to the narrow paths between the plots. A runaway horse could cause significant damage.

“There are over seven hundred plots currently cultivated, with someone overseeing each section. These are mostly first-level wizard apprentices or knight-level ordinary people.”

As they walked through the fields, Brack explained the setup.

The wooden huts Helag had seen housed those tending the fields.

Their job was to plant potion seeds and monitor the growth of potion materials, addressing any issues promptly.

If they couldn’t resolve a problem, they reported it to Pete, who would then inform Brack.

Now, with Helag, he would also be notified.

With the knowledge he gained in Moonlight Forest, Helag found managing basic potion material growth easy, as it was fundamental to herbalism and potion-making.

“Deep Blue, record the details of each plot, including the types, quantities, and growth status of potion materials.”

“Task archived and in progress.”

In Helag’s mind, a 3D map of the potion fields appeared, marking each plot’s materials and growth status.

Brack spent several hours showing Helag around the fields, giving him a comprehensive understanding of the area.

“Larry mentioned he sent some books, still on the way, all related to potion-making. They’re for you. Once you get them, you can study more advanced potion-making knowledge,” Brack said.

Helag nodded. “I’ll study them carefully.”

His current knowledge was sufficient for making ordinary potions, but he needed to learn about high-level potions like ancient potions.

With his current mental power, Helag was ready to make higher-level potions.

These high-level potions were the main income source for potion masters.

On the outskirts of the potion fields was a large flat area.

Here, over thirty people, responsible for managing the fields, stood.

Helag and Brack stood before them, and Brack introduced him. “This is First-Level Wizard Helag Merlin, one of your future managers, responsible for overseeing the potion fields.”

The group turned their attention to Helag, surprised by his youth and somewhat youthful appearance, firmly remembering him.

For these wizard apprentices with limited talent, working for a pure-blood wizard family like the Terchy family was a great opportunity, one they cherished.

To them, a formal wizard was someone to look up to.

Helag smiled and nodded, observing their condition.

Most appeared healthy and energetic, indicating the food here was adequate.

To the west of Blackrock Valley were rows of wooden huts, their homes, which seemed to be in good condition.

The Terchy family, wealthy and generous, treated their workers well, not as slaves.