A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 104 Healing Waterweed

All of this was telling Jiang Shuzhou one thing.

It's time to run away.

The situation in the Storm Sea is too chaotic. The power struggle among the major forces has escalated. At this point, even high-level mages probably won't gain much advantage.

He needs a safe haven, a territory of his own.

Therefore, he contacted President Alger.

"Indeed, the situation has become somewhat complicated now."

Alger's voice was solemn.

"However, don't worry too much. The rebellion of the Church of the Storm God has just begun, and all sides are watching and waiting. This is actually the calmest moment before the Storm Sea."

"I see, Master Alger, thank you for your guidance."

"By the way, how's things going with your territory?"

"They haven't come down yet."

Alger smiled, a smile like that of an old fox.

"I can ask again for you, but..."

"If the president has any instructions, the students will do their duty without hesitation."

Sensing the hidden meaning in Alger's words, Jiang Shuzhou said.

He never believed in unconditional kindness; he believed that equivalent exchange was the rule of the adult world.

If there were no ulterior motives, Jiang Shuzhou would probably have suspected the chairman's true intentions.

"Very well, young man, here's the thing..."

Soon, Jiang Shuzhou understood what this high-level alchemist wanted.

Sidney was in charge of researching aquatic elixirs, and not long ago, through numerous experiments, he finally managed to create a new type of elixir.

He named it Healing Waterweed.

Its characteristics are nothing short of miraculous.

They grow extremely fast and have very low environmental requirements; they can reproduce rapidly as long as there is water and basic nutrients.

More importantly, it has extremely strong healing abilities.

With war imminent, the Mage Alliance urgently needs a cheap treatment that can be distributed on a large scale to ordinary soldiers.

Aquatic plants are the perfect raw material.

But the problem lies with the finished product.

"Isn't directly crushing the mixed magic water the simplest way to process it?" Jiang Shuzhou asked.

"Could we just crush it and mix it with magic water? Wouldn't that also have some healing effect?"

"Young man, do you think we haven't tried?"

"I'll give you another condition: the cost must be kept below twenty copper coins."

"Not taking into account the labor costs of ordinary people or the value of the aquatic plants themselves."

No wonder no one's taking the job; it would be strange if this thing could be made for 20 copper coins.

Is this what they call the client's demands?

You want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass.

A bottle of magic potion costs ten gold coins on the market.

Twenty copper coins weren't even enough to pay for the bottle.

"I understand, I'll give it a try."

After a moment's thought, Jiang Shuzhou agreed.

At this moment, an ancient direction that had been overlooked by the alchemists of this world had emerged in his mind.

"By the way, may I ask how much this callus plant costs?"

"Three hundred magic stones."

"?"

Wasn't this supposed to be a cheap product?

"This is from the lab. Including research and development costs, it cost three hundred magic stones."

"Once large-scale cultivation is rolled out, the only cost is expected to be labor, which is about ten copper coins."

That's alright.

"I'll send someone to deliver another batch to you later; this one was just harvested today."

"Thank you for your trust."

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At night, Jiang Shuzhou's alchemy laboratory was brightly lit, and he was processing callus aquatic plants.

The inspiration comes from China.

The alchemy of this world is essentially the science of elements, a precise blending and reaction of magical energy.

But the alchemists seem to have forgotten how the ancients drew power from nature in the days before magic.

Callus plants naturally possess healing properties, so why must we use magic to "activate" and "harmonize" them?

Why not just extract its active ingredients directly?

Grinding.

Grind the aquatic plants into a dark green powder.

Boil.

Pour the powder into water, heat it with a primitive flame, and simmer it over low heat to allow the essence of the herbs and water to fully blend.

As the water evaporated, the liquid in the pot became increasingly viscous, eventually turning into a pot of dark green ointment.

Then came the experiment.

He was still a death row inmate. This was a private donation from Warden Shawshank, who originally planned to conduct experiments in prison after completing the product.

However, Shawshank was quite easy to talk to, and he simply sent one over, telling him that it didn't matter if he killed him, as long as he remembered to report it.

Jiang Shuzhou responded that this was pure slander. The previous shaping agent incident was an accident, but this time it was for treatment purposes, so there couldn't be any problems, right?

Hayes used a knife to cut a gash in the condemned man's body.

Looking at the bloody wound, Jiang Shuzhou applied ointment to it.

After a short while, the wound stopped bleeding and gradually healed.

Three hours later, the wound had completely healed, leaving only an unsightly scar.

"good."

Jiang Shuzhou breathed a sigh of relief; at least this time, he didn't cause any trouble like last time.

At least the person is still alive.

But Jiang Shuzhou was not satisfied with this, his mind racing.

On the battlefield, things change in an instant; there's no time to slowly apply ointment to soldiers.

Moreover, even if the bleeding is stopped, infection remains a deadly threat to open wounds.

It must be closed and convenient.

So what could perfectly meet the requirements?

It's a medicated plaster, of course.

Make it into a medicated plaster, apply it directly to the injured area, isn't that simple and efficient?

Without hesitation, after adding more than a dozen more scars to the death row inmates, the wound healing herbal plaster was officially launched.

After arranging for the death row inmates to be dealt with, Jiang Shuzhou resumed his studies for another day, as if he had only done a trivial task.

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"Alger, do you think that young man can do it?"

"I don't know, but I believe him."

"This requirement is too demanding. A bottle of magic water costs ten gold coins or twenty copper coins. This is simply a pipe dream."

"Yes, young people need to experience some setbacks."

The two discussed it all night long.

They proposed countless solutions, from herbal substitutes to simplified formulations, but ultimately all were hampered by cost and effectiveness.

Not using magic water as a solvent seems to be an insurmountable barrier.

"How to neutralize elements to maximize their therapeutic effect is a huge challenge."

"Perhaps we could try using moonstone powder..."

"What will the labor and material costs be?"

"..."

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the next day.

"What? So fast?"

Alger looked at the small, dark green "piece of cloth" on the table in front of him, and his voice suddenly rose.

"This is……"

"A wound healing patch," Jiang Shuzhou said succinctly.

"What?"

He had considered the possibility that Jiang Shuzhou might succeed, but his idea of ​​success was that Jiang Shuzhou would find some cheap substitute for the base liquid, or create a completely new drug.

Instead of this thing in front of me... so primitive, so simple, even a bit rough.

"Could you explain your thought process to me?"

"It's nothing much, just some clever ideas."

"We often look up at the sky and see only the brilliant stars, but we never pay attention to the land beneath our feet."

"I draw wisdom from ancient books, from which people in those ancient times could only draw the power of life from herbs through the most primitive methods."

"Grind, boil, and then make into an ointment..."

As Jiang Shuzhou slowly explained his thoughts, Alger seemed to see a new star of alchemy slowly rising before his eyes.

"Quite...creative."

When he spoke again, Alger's voice was dry and hoarse; he felt as if his worldview had been violently shaken.

His knowledge may be a hundred times more extensive than Jiang Shuzhou's.

But knowledge can be learned and accumulated.

However, this kind of disruptive innovation, this kind of thinking that goes beyond the chessboard to see the game, is not feasible.

"Young man, you will be extraordinary in the future; I am no match for you."

With a sigh, Alger finally understood Boyd's feelings at that moment.

How can I compare to you?

"They're just minor tasks."

The emotionally intelligent Jiang Shuzhou didn't immediately claim credit; he believed that Alger wouldn't have the nerve to shirk it.

"I'll help you with the territory. You should prepare to leave. Don't let this place confine your life."

"President, I am deeply grateful and will do anything to help you in the future."

"I'll give you the payment tomorrow; it's a good thing."

"You kid, remember to give this old man a hand when you become a legend."

By this time, Alger had adjusted his mindset and was even in the mood to joke.

Yes, people can't always compare themselves to such monsters.

Compared to his peers, Alger's talent is quite impressive!