Succubus Magician Chapter 5

Chapter 5

On his day off, Allen locked his room door and took out all the potions he had refined recently.

The crystal vials on the velvet cloth shimmered with faint light.

Allen extended his slender fingers and tapped the crystal vials, softly counting, “…thirty-nine, forty, forty-one.”

He had originally planned to wait until he had fifty vials before selling them, but he had failed several times recently when refining higher-difficulty potions. Waiting for the next day off would take more than ten days.

He decided to sell them now; perhaps by the next time he sold them, he could offer higher-grade potions.

Allen carefully placed the potions into the velvet compartments.

The dark red velvet potion bag made the potions appear even clearer, the liquid inside the crystal vials emitting a gem-like glow.

Even though these were all low-grade potions, they were the best quality among the low-grade ones.

He gazed at them for a moment, completely satisfied.

Among all his magic courses, his Potions class was the best. If nothing unexpected happened, he might become a Potions Master in the future, perhaps even a Grandmaster of Potions.

“Young Master Allen,” Molly, his personal valet, lightly knocked on the door. “The carriage is ready.”

“I’ll be right there.” Allen put the potions into the bag and then put on his loose robe.

He had told the butler, Brewer, that he was going out with classmates, asking the butler to arrange a carriage to take him to Dwarf Street.

Brewer had said nothing and simply made the arrangements for him.

Allen looked at the carriage parked at the manor gate; this carriage was more luxurious than the one he usually took to school.

This was the carriage the Motley family used to receive distinguished guests, only one grade lower than the carriage used by the head of the Motley family.

Allen withdrew his gaze and bent down to enter the carriage, which the coachman held open for him.

Molly followed behind him and quickly sat in the seat next to the coachman.

Upon reaching Dwarf Street, Allen did not ask Molly to follow him. Molly bowed, “As you command.”

Allen glanced at him without saying anything.

After getting out of the carriage, Allen pulled up his hood and walked into an alleyway.

Dwarf Street was full of various messy alleys.

Allen passed through the bustling main street and entered one of the smaller alleys.

Once inside, he found a spot behind a pile of discarded items, took off his outer robe to reveal the magic cloak underneath, pulled his hood up again to completely conceal himself, and even the insole stuffed in his boot made him appear five centimeters taller out of nowhere.

Here, there was no longer Allen; there was only the magic apprentice Sinclair Lester.

Even the faint, familiar scent he usually carried was masked by the bitter smell of the potions.

The Allen who emerged from the alley walked with a longer stride, hurrying towards the potion shop.

As he was about to reach the potion shop, he saw a few familiar figures.

The people standing on the periphery were tall, wearing roguish smiles, and speaking vulgarities laced with flirtatious undertones.

The commoner classmate who was surrounded had an angry expression on his beautiful face.

He tried to weave through them to escape the encirclement, but he was blocked every time.

Allen paused, reached into his bag, and pulled out a potion vial.

He used his thumb to open the stopper and, under the cover of his sleeve, took out the potion, dripping one drop onto the ground.

Then, he turned around and walked back the way he came, secretly dripping one drop of the potion every few meters.

After walking back a distance, he saw a few adventurers chatting by the entrance of a bar.

Their griffins lay lazily on the ground, occasionally flicking their tails to shoo away the surrounding flies and insects.

As Allen approached them, he secretly dripped another drop of the potion, then put the vial away and continued walking towards the alley without changing his pace.

The griffin behind him stood up, looking around.

One impulsive griffin moved forward, causing the chatting adventurers to stumble, and one immediately shouted, “Hey—”

That impulsive griffin sniffed the ground, licked it, and immediately bolted away.

The other griffins excitedly followed behind, their tongues hanging out, some even spreading their wings.

The street immediately descended into chaos, with many people shouting.

The adventurers tried to control the griffins, but it was completely ineffective.

The griffins rushed forward excitedly, scattering the pedestrians on the roadside who dodged everywhere in disarray.

Allen moved with the crowd to take cover, all while continuing to drip the potion.

The crowd on the street was quickly dispersed, and Allen heard the angry curses of those tall figures from Elves Magic Academy.

He did not look back but followed the crowd into the alley.

When the surroundings became quiet, Allen opened his backpack, changed into a new pair of gloves, and detoured to the potion shop.

The process of selling the potions this time went very smoothly.

Forty vials of potion yielded a total of fifty-six silver coins.

After selling the potions, Allen wandered around the alley for a bit, changed back into the robe he wore when he left, and went to the street corner to find the Motley family carriage.

Molly and the coachman were still waiting in the same spot and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him emerge.

Allen got into the carriage and told the coachman to return to the manor.

Back at the manor, Allen returned to his room.

He took out the used potion vial from his backpack.

The pink potion was more than half full, and Allen looked at the tightly capped vial with a hint of regret.

This vial of Twilight of the Moon Goddess could sell for four silver coins; what a pity.

He wouldn’t be able to sell it locally anymore either.

Allen tossed the opened potion, along with its crystal vial, into the crucible and added two herbs.

The smell in the room quickly became strange.

The pink potion turned into an unpleasant, murky blue-green.

Allen moved the crucible away and threw the gloves he had used today into the fire to burn them clean.

After taking care of that, he opened the window and called Molly in to dispose of the failed potion.

After bathing, Allen put his robe back on and went to the family library.

When he returned, his room had been tidied, and on his desk lay a beautiful velvet box tied with a ribbon.

He curiously pulled the ribbon and opened the lid.

Lying quietly inside the box was a light-colored wand, slender, elegant, and beautiful.

Allen was stunned.

He recognized this wand, and he recognized the flowing, slightly unrestrained Elven script on it.

This was the Elven wood wand he had seen in the Elven shop.

He excelled at Potions and had a natural affinity for herbs and plants.

This wand was very suitable for him, and he liked it very much.

He hadn’t expected this wand to appear on his desk.

After looking at it for a moment, Allen rang the bell.

Molly quickly knocked and entered, “Young Master Allen?”

Allen stood before the wand box, “Did older brother send it, or did Brewer send it?”

Molly bowed, “His Lordship brought it back personally this evening and asked me to place it on your desk.”

Allen asked, “Is older brother in his room now?”

Molly replied, “Yes.”

Allen took the wand and knocked on Lancelot’s door.

“Enter,” Lancelot said from inside the room.

Allen walked in, his eyes curving, “Older brother, you bought this wand for me? Thank you, older brother!”

Lancelot looked up at him from behind the large, carved desk, “Do you like it?”

Allen held the wand with both hands, “I like it very much! I’ve always wanted an Elven wood wand. How did you know, older brother?”

“Everything leaves traces, Allen,” Lancelot said.

Lancelot told him, “Be good, and stop secretly refining potions in your room.”

Allen stood still, blinked, and a sweet smile spread across his face, “I understand.”

After bidding farewell to Lancelot, Allen returned to his room.

Allen gazed at the wand for a long time, then let out a soft sigh.