After carefully studying the effects of the three potions, Aiven believed that the pharmacist Leon from a century ago was definitely a genius!
Although the Bird Language Potion was not showing much effect yet, the other two potions were groundbreaking innovations of the era. They held significant aning for knights, who focused on physical training.
Aiven foresaw that these two potions would play a huge role in his future knight path, perhaps even benefiting powerful peak knights like Uncle Lenger.
However, Aiven had already discovered on the last page of the diary. One day a century ago, Leon recorded his decision to explore the New Continent, which had just begun, to search for new and strange dicines. Although there were still blank pages afterward, the diary abruptly ended.
Aiven did not know what Leon experienced later or whether he was still in the world, but Aiven firmly believed that if Leon were alive now, he would already be a top master of potions.
In reality, this also showed that Aiven was sowhat ignorant, having too little understanding of the deeper secrets of the Extraordinary World.
Many major powers, kingdoms, and churches actually had their secret potions, with different focuses, and their effects might not be inferior to Leon’s inventions. If he advanced to knight and entered the core of the Navy, he might also receive unique potions granted by the Navy.
At this mont, he was unaware of this and instead treated them as priceless treasures that could bring death, carefully preserving them.
Although he had already morized the formula for these three potions, he was not prepared to start brewing them imdiately. At least until he advanced to Official Knight, he dared not expose the other two, except for the simplest Bird Language Potion.
Previously, he could explain the continuous purchase of raw materials from the pharmacy as preparation for the knight advancent potion. Delving into new potion research at this critical mont could easily attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.
At this mont, Aiven was possessed by the "Gou God"! Chanting: Safety first, safety first!
Returning to bed, sitting cross-legged in the most comfortable posture, Aiven once again imrsed himself in deep ditation.
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"Is Captain Aiven at ho?"
Early the next morning, not wasting any ti, Aiven, who had already returned to normal training status, along with Gary, had just returned from exercising by the sea, when they saw a sailor knocking on their door.
Judging by the uniform, he should be a ssenger from the fleet’s Logistics Departnt. Although Aiven was slightly worried whether it was related to the notebook, he still pretended to be unconcerned and went up to greet.
"Hello! I’m Aiven. What’s the matter?"
Seeing Aiven’s epaulet, the ssenger imdiately saluted and respectfully said:
"Sir, hello! I am from the fleet’s Logistics Departnt. A certain item reserved by Colonel Gel has been stored, specifying Mr. Aiven of the Silver Wings, that is you, to co and receive it.
The item is of high level, requiring you to personally go with to the Logistics Departnt to complete the receiving formalities."
"Okay, please wait a mont. I’ll change my clothes."
Although curious about what Uncle Gel, who had been away for several days, had reserved, Aiven did not hesitate, quickly showered, changed into clean and tidy military attire, and hurried with Gary to the Logistics Departnt, following the ssenger.
However, they were sowhat unfortunate as there was a guest in the chief’s office when they arrived.
Thus, they had to wait outside for the ti being.
"Major, I hope you will carefully consider! If you can deliver that item to ahead of ti, you will earn the friendship of the Mainsen Clan. We will pay the rit points as per the rules, without putting you in a difficult position."
Although the office had good soundproofing, Aiven, with his senses recently enhanced, clearly caught the conversation inside the room.
"Even though I do not know where you got your information, I have already stated many tis. This item does not belong to the Logistics Departnt nor is it on the exchange list."
Facing the aggressive tone of the previous voice, the younger voice remained calm.
"What does it matter? I know soone has already reserved it, just tell them it has been taken ahead of ti, and refund their prepaid rit. Such things happen quite often in the fleet’s Logistics Departnt, so why stubbornly stick to the rules?"
The earlier voice did not give up, still maintaining a high-and-mighty attitude, then deliberately lowered their voice as if conducting so under-the-table deal. Afterward, Aiven could hear nothing more.
After another minute, the office door suddenly opened, and a person with white curly hair, dressed like a noble butler, stord out of the room. Turning back as if to say sothing harsh, upon seeing Aiven and the others at the door, he swallowed his words, gave a cold snort, and angrily left, slamming the door!
Subsequently, Aiven slightly overheard the Major inside the room mutter to himself: "Hmph! Bunch of vampires who pounce at benefits, where are you when it’s ti to fight?"
After waiting a bit more, until the awkward atmosphere had dissipated, they knocked on the door again.
Knock...knock...knock...
Entering the chief’s office, after identifying themselves, the Major’s attitude was markedly better than when facing the butler earlier, promptly handling the formalities for them.
Yet even so, completing the complex procedure and obtaining the item reserved by Gel took until noon. This made Aiven even more curious about what thing warranted such effort, if not for the inappropriate setting, he would have liked to open the box and take a look right away.
"Captain Aiven, please send my regards to Colonel Gel!"
As they departed, the Major said as he shook hands with Aiven.
Through most of the morning, after several hints from the Major, Aiven finally realized. That failed under-the-table deal he overheard earlier was actually aid at the item in his possession!
An indescribable feeling surged in his heart.
He almost lost it without knowing what it was.
No matter what reason the Major had for denying that curly-haired butler’s request, Aiven and Uncle Gel owed him a favor.
"Thank you, Major, I will explain the situation to Uncle, thank you!" In his words, Aiven’s address of Gel also subtly changed, simultaneously he keenly noted the brief joy in the Major’s eyes.
Great people have said, "No factions within the party, strange of all sorts." The Kingdom Navy was not a paradise free from troubles, naturally having factions.
If not for being on Uncle Gel’s warship by coincidence, with the potential he had shown, he would now also have to passively choose a faction, entangled in various troubleso struggles, wouldn’t he?
The pre-booked item nearly being intercepted had circumstances he did not understand and currently had no capacity to intervene. But it did not hinder him from telling Gel everything, having this great backer handle it.
His primary task now was to break through to Official Knight!
And the key was evidently in the box in his hand.
After such an event, if Aiven could not guess what this item was, then it would be too inept. What else could be worth officially escorting with those high-ranking nobles so desperate to seize it?
Without surprise, it was the main material for the "Black Sea Potion" that Uncle Gel had pre-booked for him unknowingly: a piece containing Extraordinary Traits encased in a Demonized Organ, and certainly far from ordinary!!!
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