Chapter 161: Royal Elf Bloodline

After two hours in the lab, Helag produced a pure white solution resembling milk.

“High-quality Hammer Potion.”

Calculating his pace, Helag realized he could make five Hammer Potions a day if he worked ten hours daily.

In ten days, he could complete fifty potions, planning to submit them on the thirteenth or fourteenth day for optimal timing.

For the next half-month, Helag immersed himself in the lab, focused on potion-making.

Aside from eating and meditating, he dedicated his time to potion crafting.

Shatia took on the role of a housemaid, bringing meals to Helag in the lab and handling tasks like preparing baths and changing clothes.

Helag playfully provided Shatia with several maid outfits, including black and white stockings, letting her mix and match.

Initially shy, Shatia grew accustomed to the castle’s limited occupants.

Lennon mainly stayed at the castle gate, while Mary and Shatia handled Helag’s daily needs.

Though Shatia couldn’t enter the lab, she moved freely within designated areas of the inner castle.

At mealtimes, she brought Mary’s cooked meals to the lab, collecting lunch dishes in the evening when bringing dinner.

Carrying the trays, Shatia resembled a maid, though her refined appearance and demeanor seemed too elegant for the role.

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“Mr. Brack, fifty Hammer Potions are done,” Helag sighed, looking fatigued.

Brack glanced at the potions and Helag’s weary face, nodding. “You’ve worked hard, completing fifty potions in just fourteen days is impressive. I’ll request a reward for you from the family.”

Helag waved it off. “Rewards don’t matter. I’m just glad to help. If more are needed, I can continue.”

“No need, you’ve significantly advanced the task. Take a good rest,” Brack said.

Helag nodded, dragging his tired body back to the castle.

Once in his room, his exhaustion vanished.

Given his physical condition, he couldn’t be genuinely exhausted from the work—it was an act.

Though tiring, it wasn’t overwhelming.

With Deep Blue’s assistance, he could naturally appear fatigued, convincing Brack without a doubt.

Helag feigned exhaustion to match his abilities and potion-making skills, avoiding suspicion for being too exceptional.

Additionally, appearing tired might earn him more benefits from Brack.

Effort brings rewards, and appearing too relaxed might lead to more tasks next time.

Helag, experienced in the working world, understood that greater ability often meant more work.

“Shatia, come give me a massage.”

Helag lay on the bed, feigning fatigue.

“Yes, my lord,” Shatia, playing the maid role, quickly approached.

Removing her shoes to reveal black-stockinged feet, she knelt beside Helag, massaging him with her hands.

A soothing fragrance filled the air, making Helag feel comfortable.

By now, Shatia had mastered Siville Language, conversing with Helag and Mary fluently, indistinguishable from a native speaker.

However, her appearance still bore distinct elven features.

“How’s your study of Herbology and Potionology?” Helag asked, eyes closed, enjoying the massage.

Shatia replied softly, “I’ve learned most of Herbology, needing about three more days. After that, I’ll start Potionology. I’ll work harder, my lord.”

“Good. Before starting Potionology, let me know. I need to teach you some experimental standards and norms, essential introductory knowledge,” Helag instructed.

Kneeling on the bed in an ‘M’ shape, Shatia responded, “Yes, my lord.”

Helag intended to teach her the standards and norms first, crucial lessons Larry had taught him initially.

Potion experiments have numerous standards and norms derived from harsh lessons.

For Shatia to assist Helag in potion experiments, understanding these standards and norms was vital, even more so than Potionology itself.

After meditating briefly, Helag’s mental state fully recovered, and any fatigue vanished.

He turned to Shatia, “I’ll take some of your blood for research later.”

“Okay,” Shatia replied obediently.

Helag rose, retrieving a test tube and dagger from his space ring.

After sterilizing the dagger with alcohol, he said, “Give me your hand.”

Shatia calmly extended her slender, white finger, unafraid.

Helag applied alcohol to her finger before swiftly slicing it with the dagger.

Shatia barely felt it as blood seeped from her finger.

“You’re fast, my lord!” Shatia exclaimed.

Helag rolled his eyes, collecting the blood in the test tube, then handed Shatia a homemade cotton swab to press on the wound.

The blood shimmered, distinct from ordinary blood, marking it as elven.

Sealing the test tube, Helag entered the lab, channeling magic into the Great Dark Heaven spell model, summoning the ancient stone tablet’s shadow behind him.

“Such strong bloodline energy. I wonder what changes it will bring,” Helag murmured, as Great Dark Heaven absorbed the royal elf blood.

The shimmering in the test tube’s blood diminished, its color dulling as Helag absorbed the bloodline power.

During the process, the surrounding energy particle concentration increased, enveloping him in various energy particles.

Helag felt unprecedented comfort, the active energy particles eagerly approaching him.