Chapter 453: Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion
Locke's gaze immediately locked onto that old wizard, and he exchanged a look with Alicia. After she nodded in confirmation, she left the front desk and headed to the coffee tables provided on the second floor of the Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion.
Locke and Alicia walked up. The strange old wizard also sat down, looking restless. Seeing Locke and Alicia sit, he immediately spoke: "I have placed the item you want inside a magic box created jointly by the Protection School and an Alchemist. If I die, or if I am attacked and sustain injury, that magic box will immediately initiate dimensional exile."
"You will get nothing."
"Furthermore, before coming here, I performed a special procedure on my own memories. As long as I wish, I can completely forget all knowledge related to Archaeology at any time."
The old Black Wizard had the air of, 'If you dare to make a move, we will all go down together.'
Locke glanced at the old Black Wizard, completely ignoring his harsh words. Instead, he used the complimentary coffee and coffee cup provided on the table to cold-brew himself a cup of Wizard Coffee. He took a sip, thinking to himself that the Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion was indeed wealthy and generous; the quality of this Wizard Coffee was excellent, so even with his casual preparation, it was fragrant and overflowing, and the toxicity of the potion in his body had even decreased slightly.
It was estimated that the price of this coffee was not cheap.
When the old Black Wizard saw that Locke not only didn't get angry after hearing his words but instead leisurely took a sip of coffee, his tense heartstrings immediately relaxed slightly.
His tone softened. "Worthy of being an Eye Demon Wizard; your demeanor is truly extraordinary. Eye Demon Wizard, I have heard of your reputation."
"I have come to you to make a deal."
Locke raised an eyebrow. "I know."
He hadn't expected that his reputation had already spread a little; anyone with an interest could notice him with just a little investigation and attention.
A person's name is like a tree's shadow; having a reputation spread out was not a bad thing for him.
The old Black Wizard said: "I am an Archaeologist, and also an Archaeology professor."
The old wizard proudly declared, revealing a face covered in scars beneath his hood. Those scars exuded the power of a malicious curse. That magic had left a permanent mark on his face that could not be removed.
Locke took one look at his face and said: "Do you want me to help you remove the face-cutting curse?"
The old Black Wizard grinned. "Of course it's not something so simple; I left this curse on myself intentionally."
"There is a special reason."
"I want you to brew a bottle of Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion. This is the contract. If we sign this contract, I will provide the materials and the formula, how about it? But do you have the ability to brew the Abyss Werewolf Potion?"
Locke did not avoid the question and said calmly: "If you don't show me the formula, how can I know if I can do it or not?"
"My specialty is indeed Abyss studies, and I can use the Primal Fire."
The old Black Wizard said: "I have sought out many Potion Masters, but none of them could brew the Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion. However, I need to transform myself into an Abyss Werewolf so that I can have the hope of advancing to the Second Ring."
"How about this."
The old Black Wizard took out a formula sheet and handed it to Locke.
Locke raised an eyebrow. "You're so generous? Showing me the formula directly?"
The old Black Wizard grinned. "If you can't brew it, showing it to you just adds to your troubles. If you can brew it, then you will definitely need the Archaeology heritage I hold."
"I know you have been spreading the word for over a year, looking for Archaeology heritage, but do you know? You will never find it."
Alicia asked in confusion: "Why? We in the Six Towers Land have collaborations with many Archaeologists, and we even provide them with certain areas to conduct research."
The old Black Wizard nodded. "If that weren't the case, I wouldn't dare come here alone to discuss a deal with you. But the heritage related to Archaeology is strictly protected by the Black Wizard Alliance. Apprentice-level stages are fine, but you will find it very difficult to obtain First Ring-level heritage."
"Unless necessary, no Black Wizard would come to trade with you. It is only because I truly need the Abyss Werewolf Transformation Potion. Therefore, I am your only trade target; I have been observing you for a year. Miss Alicia, one year is a long time, right? But rest assured, if you miss this opportunity with me, you can wait another hundred years."
The old Black Wizard laughed gloatingly: "You won't have any gains at all."
Alicia was somewhat angered by his attitude. "You!"
Locke signaled Alicia to calm down with his eyes. "There is no need to exaggerate. Let's bring the topic back to this deal."
Locke did not touch the other party's formula; who knew what the Black Wizard might have left on his formula? He should try to minimize contact with him.
To prevent giving the other party an opportunity to place a curse on him.
Locke scanned the formula and frowned. It was no wonder the other party couldn't find anyone to brew it for him, because the difficulty of this formula was almost the hardest among First Ring potions, with a difficulty even exceeding that of the Sun Potion.
Half a year ago, he might not have had the ability to brew it himself.
But during the one year of the first round of trials at the Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion's Heavenly Ladder, through continuous learning and discussions with Alicia, Locke had greatly improved his level. So, if he were allowed to use the Primal Fire, he could brew this potion.
"I can brew it." Locke said simply.
A flash of ecstasy instantly crossed the eyes of the old Black Wizard opposite him. "Really?"
"So many veteran Potion Masters couldn't do it, but you have a way?"
Locke nodded. "I happen to be able to use the Primal Fire, and I am skilled in Abyss Pharmacology. Abyss Pharmacology is a niche field, and there are not many Potion Masters who study this field."
The old Black Wizard could not suppress the smile on his face. "Alright, I have two sets of materials gathered in my astral ring. If you can brew it, then let's brew it in the potion room of this Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion."
"As long as you successfully brew it for me, I will give you my Witch King Magic Codex."
"This is your territory, so you don't need to worry about me going back on my word."
Locke thought for a moment. Since the credibility of Black Wizards was truly terrible, he shook his head and said: "That won't do. You must first take out that so-called magic box, and then we will sign a contract certified by the Eye of Truth."
"Anyway, that magic box has sealing magic, so you don't need to worry about me going back on my word."
The old Black Wizard pondered for a moment and said: "That works too. You sign the contract first. Then I will take it out."
Locke checked the contract, confirmed there were no issues, and then he and the old wizard signed their names together.
After signing the contract, the phantom of the Eye of Truth descended here. It was a Supreme Eye, incomparably vast, with countless complex geometric patterns making up the details of the Eye of Truth.
Locke glanced at that eye. At first glance, it was an eye; upon closer inspection, it looked like a door; looking even closer, he discovered that the Eye of Truth had transformed into the appearance of a sun.
This indicated that the Eye of Truth possessed the characteristic of being unable to be looked at directly or seen; looking at it led to error, thinking about it led to error, approaching it led to distance, and exploring it led to mistakes.
This was one of the greatest magics in this world—the Eye of Truth.
At this moment, the Eye of Truth gazed here. The contract on the coffee table flashed with a magical radiance, representing that the contract was established. The Eye of Truth acknowledged this contract, deeming its rights and obligations relatively equal, and it did not belong to the category of invalid contracts.
A majestic and cold voice, containing not a shred of emotion, appeared in the ears of both Locke and the old wizard, as if a supreme judge were passing sentence before them. "In the name of the Supreme Truth, we declare—the contract is established!"
"Those who violate the agreement will be forsaken by the truth."
After signing the contract, Locke could visibly see the old Black Wizard relax significantly, and he muttered in a low voice: 'White Wizards are still easier to talk to; after signing a contract, one can even get the guarantee of the Eye of Truth.'