"It’s about... the success of the ’Knight Growth Potion’! We just finished brewing the first batch of the product...
We were so excited that we celebrated a bit and didn’t have time to notify you! How did you find out?!"
"Wow, it’s completed?" Louis’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he leaned forward, "Are you serious? Not a semi-finished product, it’s really completed?"
The mischievous thought of teasing him earlier was instantly thrown out of his mind.
Hillco, hearing his excitement almost to the point of dancing on the table, breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took out a metal box wrapped in thick fabric from a small ice crystal cabinet under the lab bench.
"Since you’re already here, let you be the first to witness the results."
He unwrapped the fabric, opened the lid of the box, and took out a glass bottle containing the potion.
The potion inside showed a strange purple-red hue, the surface seemingly surrounded by a faint halo, like some sleeping creature gently breathing.
Even without uncorking the bottle, there was already a subtle scent in the air, both sweet and with a hint of stimulation.
"This is the Knight Growth Potion." Hillco said, as if introducing his child, "Made with Azure Patterned Honey and Frost Blood Redberry as the main ingredients, successfully fused with Alchemy Transformation Technique and Low-Temperature Extraction Technique."
Louis’s eyes widened: "It doesn’t look simple... this light, it’s like a soul flowing."
"That’s the Fighting Qi Factor moving naturally," Hillco pushed his glasses-like goggles, "indicating its activity is very stable."
He paused, with a bit of pride in his eyes: "The Azure Patterned Honey is gentle and long-lasting, stabilizing the flow of fighting energy, suitable for apprentices with average talent, and long-term use can alleviate the hidden danger of internal injuries during training."
"But relying on it alone is too slow." Hillco pointed to the bottle’s eerie purple glow, "This is Frost Blood Redberry, with a very high magic power concentration, greatly enhancing the gathering speed of fighting energy. What originally would take three years for a Junior Knight, now only takes a few months."
His tone shifted, eyes shining: "The key is in the fusion. We extracted the ’slow-release factor’ from the honey, neutralized the berry’s ’magic catalysis,’ and refined this potion capable of stable release and continuous improvement."
He paused, his tone solemn: "It’s not just a supplement, but a strategic resource. From basic knight breathing regulation to advancing breakthroughs.
It comprehensively covers the most core stages of knight growth. You want to train a reserve knight order? This thing is the heart of your logistical support."
Louis nodded; of course, he was aware of this, as he was the one who instructed Hillco to create it.
Hillco scratched his head and coughed awkwardly: "Ah... this is mostly Jenny’s achievement."
As he spoke, he gestured to the girl who had hurriedly hidden behind the curtain earlier.
The girl, who seemed surprised to be mentioned, blushed deeply and lowered her head:
"I... I’m just an Alchemy Apprentice good at potion configuration... mainly theoretical proportions... still haven’t had time to conduct complete tests."
"It’s already quite impressive." Louis looked at her sincerely and nodded in affirmation.
His tone shifted, turning to Weir beside him: "Didn’t you say you’ve been stuck at the High-Tier Official Knight level for a long time? Try it."
"Yeah... been stuck for almost half a year now." Weir scratched his head with a troubled expression.
Louis nearly laughed out loud at what he heard.
Half a year?
It’s known that ordinary knights getting stuck at that stage for ten years or more is considered normal.
Even the more talented ones take three to four years to break through steadily.
Is this... a genius’s display of humility?
"Enough with playing pitiful, just drink it," Louis handed over the potion, his tone too exasperated to comment.
Weir took the bottle without further questioning.
He never doubted Louis’s words, whether strategic orders or experimental potions.
No reason, just like questioning if the sun would fail to rise one day.
The scarlet, blood-like potion gently swirled in the bottle, with a faint purple halo flickering like a weak heartbeat.
"Good luck," Jenny whispered.
"Thank you." Weir smiled at her, then tilted his head back to drink it all.
Weir tilted his head and downed the potion.
In just seconds, he gave a sudden shudder, a look of pain and surprise crossing his eyes.
"Uhh!"
In the next moment, it was as if a blazing energy exploded inside him, surging up from his abdomen like wildfire spread, sweeping through his veins.
"Hoo..."
The young man managed to stay upright, sitting cross-legged immediately, closing his eyes to begin breathing practice.
The previous burning sensation like scorching flames was soothed under the guidance of his breathing rhythm, the once raging energy turning gentle like a clear spring flowing through his limbs, nourishing his body.
A subtle red glow emanated from his skin, the aura around him gradually rising, stabilizing, solidifying, and growing stronger.
A moment later, it seemed as though the air around him rippled.
"Is this..." Louis’s gaze sharpened in disbelief.
The aura of an Elite Knight!
Indeed, Weir, at that stage, had finally... broken through.
At thirteen, he became an Elite Knight!
He instinctively glanced at the now-empty potion bottle, then at the youth whose aura was still swelling in front of him, muttering: "This potion... is incredibly effective."
When Weir opened his eyes, he was still in a daze.
Louis asked, "How do you feel?"
The young man pressed his lips, trying to find the right words, but showing a troubled look: "Uh... it’s just... I feel like I’ve really... gotten stronger."
"Isn’t that obvious?" Louis couldn’t help but laugh aloud.