Chapter 191 Issuing Missions
Below the stage, numerous Magi bowed.
On the podium, red flames blazed.
A Magus in white robes and a green headband leaped up from the flames energetically, looking like a flame sprite.
“My lord!” Leylin and the other Magi bowed together.
“Hmph!” Decarte nodded in an aloof manner and swept his long cloak before taking a seat at his assigned place.
“Everyone!” Decarte’s voice was very gentle, though he had a weird accent. Having stored a large amount of data, Leylin knew that this was an accent that Magi nobility used in the ancient times. Other than showing off one’s status, there was nothing special about it. Only the most traditional families practised this way of speech now.
“I believe those in charge of you have already spoken to you. If not, you can ask them about it. I have only one thing to say here!”
“Four Seasons Garden will take over one of the entrances to the Eternal River secret plane on behalf of the light Magi. The battle and hunting teams have already been brought into the plane in batches to vie over the resources within against the dark Magi. Our Potioneering team may not be directly involved in killing the dark Magi, but we have the role of brewing potions and definitely can’t hinder the other teams!”
At this point, Decarte’s eyes shone as he scanned the area.
All Magi present trembled with fear.
“Is this the power of a Magus at the peak of rank 1?”
Though Leylin could withstand such might, he knew he definitely wasn’t Decarte’s match yet.
He looked at his stats.
[Leylin Farlier. Rank 1 Warlock, Bloodline: Giant Kemoyin Serpent. Strength: 7.1, Agility: 6.7, Vitality: 8.5, Spiritual Force: 58.9, Magic Power: 58 (Magic Power is in synchronisation with Spiritual Force). Elemental essence conversion: 70%. Status: Healthy]
As a Magus on the verge of breaking through to rank 2, Decarte’s spiritual force had definitely gone past 70 and might even be near 80. His elemental essence conversion was sure to have reached a high percentage and was much more than 80%, which was the requirement to break through.
Leylin suspected that Lord Decarte could have advanced a long time ago but had held himself back in order to increase his elemental essence conversion as much as possible before trying to break through!
Leylin knew that he had a large number of tricks up his sleeves, but the most he could do was catch Decarte unprepared. It was certain that the experienced Decarte could beat him up thoroughly.
“Alright, now I’ll issue the missions. Callum, your research on the Tree Secretion Potion is temporarily on hold. From hereon, spend all your time on brewing the Rotting Bee Swarm potion!”
Decarte began to issue the missions.
A Magus with a gold helmet that covered his face stood and greeted him.
Leylin knew of Callum. He was said to be the number one in the Potioneering team, and the team he led was very capable. They had managed to complete a series of difficult missions, and his own Potioneering abilities were awe-inspiring. Based on Leylin’s calculations, without the use of his trump card, the A.I. Chip, he might not even match up to Callum.
Leylin had heard a bit about the Tree Secretion Potion that Callum’s team was in charge of. The formula had already been mostly figured out, and there was one more step till the potion could show its real effects.
However, because of the war, this experiment had to be postponed.
“Good. I’ll compensate your losses a while later!” Seeing Callum so cooperative, Decarte’s expression brightened.
“Next up is…”
Decarte changed all of the teams’ existing missions.
Their previous missions had to do with research and fortification, but these were all abandoned in favour of refining potions that had immense killing power.
Martin’s team, which Leylin was in, received a mission to brew the Heart of Lava.
This Heart of Lava Potion was a type of offensive potion that had a large area of effect.
Though its might was a little weak at around 20 degrees, it had a wide range and was a necessary item in large-scale wars.
Besides Martin’s team, other Potioneering groups also received this mission.
This potion was not easy to brew, but Decarte cared little for the grimaces on his subordinates’ faces and allocated a fixed number for each team to make. He also mentioned that if the monthly quota was not met, not only would their benefits and allocations be decreased, they might also be deprived of some of their current authority.
Martin’s expression was bitter, and Leylin’s heart lurched when Martin looked at him with hope.