My Muscle System in the Mage World

"Aur, have you made the ten potions?" Noah asked with his classical smile.

Aur looked at Noah and replied respectfully, "No, Village Leader. To refine the ten mana potions isn't an easy task at all. I have barely made one potion."

"Oh, you already refined one?" Noah asked, his eyes brightening.

"Yes, Leader," Aur replied, nodding.

"Good," Noah nodded with a satisfied expression. "Give it to me."

Aur willed it, and a vial came out from the spatial ring containing a green liquid.

Noah's eyes brightened even more upon seeing the green liquid sparkling with spirituality.

"How pure is this potion?"

"I don't know, Leader," Aur replied simply.

Testing the purity of the potion required a special device, which he didn't have at the moment.

Noah hadn't provided it, and there was no market for such a device because for the vast majority, potions were a pipe dream that they could only dream of.

As for the big shots, they had it, but they kept it to themselves. So the only way Aur could get the device was from the caravan.

Unfortunately, these caravans wouldn't come this year or the next because of the beast tide.

The wilderness was blocked, and even if they could come, they wouldn't want to.

Who would risk their life for some profit? The profit wasn't worth risking their lives for, in simpler terms.

Noah nodded his head in understanding when he heard this, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"I forgot that you didn't have one, and I didn't give you one. My mistake, I apologise," Noah said with a kind smile, taking out a long thermometer-like device.

If anyone heard that the village leader was apologising to an Elder, and that too with the strength of the Tier One Wizard realm—a junior—they would undoubtedly be shocked to the core. But nevertheless, he did apologise to Aur.

"I don't deserve an apology from the village leader," Aur said with a polite bow.

"Haha, you are too respectful, Elder Aur. Or should I say Alchemist Aur?"

"As you like, Village Leader."

Noah nodded his head with a smile as he dipped the thermometer in the green liquid that was sparkling with spirituality.

After waiting for a short two breaths, he looked at the brown point which had directly reached 20% and immediately froze in place.

"What happened, Village Leader?" Aur asked with a confused expression.

"Haha, nothing, it's just that the quality is a little low. The purity of the potion that the Alchemist Almer gives is usually around fifty percent in purity. However, yours is around 20%, which shouldn't be bad for your first try," Noah encouragingly patted him on the shoulder.

"After you become an expert in it, I suppose you can produce more spiritual potions. You still have time, after all, you have barely reached adulthood."

"Thank you, Village Leader," Aur replied.

The purity of the potion was measured by how much spirituality was contained in the liquid.

This is why they were also called consumable spells.

Although the brewing of the potion needed some skill, without the last pattern Aur casted and supplied mana to it, they would be considered trash and the resources in it would have been wasted as well.

The more spirituality the potion has, the more potent and effective it is.

"How much time does it take for you to create the other nine potions?" Noah asked with a hint of curiosity.

"It would take me a month more."

"Hmm," Noah nodded his head with a thoughtful expression.

"Then I will take my leave, Village Leader."

"Walk slowly," Noah said with a warm smile, and Aur left the room.

After walking out of his office, Aur's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I have a hunch that Travis came looking for trouble because of this Elmer; otherwise, there is no way he would dare to mess with me in my own grand residence, no matter how hard the contempt in his heart is," Aur's eyes flared with killing intent as he walked towards his grand residence.

Just as he strolled through the empty road, devoid of living beings, he paused slightly, calmly surveying his surroundings.

The streets were unusually quiet, almost desolate, with the beast tide looming. While they naturally had a somewhat heavy and desolate expression, it wasn't to the point of complete silence, with people still visibly going about their business.

But these roads were completely devoid of anything, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong with these places.

"Come out," Aur lightly said, his expression impassive, making it hard to discern his thoughts.

"Did you find us?" A cold voice resounded in the place.

"Yes," Aur casually nodded his head and moved back two steps.

Two daggers came right in front of him in his previous position, which would have likely skewered him if he hadn't moved in the nick of time.

However, with the power of his powerful muscles, his physical defence would have been more than enough to prevent the dagger from penetrating even his skin tissue.

Even if it was poisoned, with his strong blood and Qi, it wouldn't have been a problem to tank it.

Aur took out his bow, still maintaining a calm expression on his face.

With practised ease, he drew back the string, his muscles working in tandem as he channelled the raw power of his blood and Qi into the bow.

The air crackled with energy as his essence mingled with the bow, forming a swirling vortex of crimson light in the shape of an arrow.

Whoosh!

The arrow distorted the air as it travelled through the atmosphere. Just then, Aur poured his pale blue mana into the bow. Stay connected via m-v l|e'-NovelBin.net

The moment he infused his mana, the patterns in his bow activated, and he felt a connection to the arrow.

"What is he doing?" a man, covered in a black cloak, thought, confusion evident as he observed the aimless arrows rapidly distorting the air around them.

Although the arrow might be powerful, without hitting the target, what's the point of shooting it anyway?