Chapitre 23: Marcus Rejects The Marriage!
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Marcus went to the largest house in the Leicester family to make potions.
Ken had been teaching Marcus how to make potions along the way.
Marcus listened attentively and gained a lot.
"I didn't expect Mr. Ken to be a highly accomplished pharmacist." Marcus was surprised to see that the name of the potion-making building was Ken's home.
"Haha, I like researching potions the most in my life." Ken scratched his head and said awkwardly, "But compared to Mr. Marcus, I'm still a little inferior."
"Why do you say that?" Marcus asked curiously, "Your pharmaceutical talent is above mine. Logically speaking, I should be envious of you."
"No, no, no, Mr. Marcus is being modest." Ken continued. "After observing you all the way, I found that you seem to know more than just magic and making potions, right?"
"What do you mean by that?" Marcus was a little surprised.
"I can see the shadow of a martial artist from your body language." Ken laughed. "Hahaha, this is just my speculation. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry, Mr. Marcus."
"Your speculation is correct."
With that, Marcus and Ken entered the building and began making potions according to the formula.
The fire rose, and the gorgeous flame wrapped around the potion bottle's bottom bottle.
Then, the fire was extinguished, and the potion aroma drifted in the air. In the next instant, the flame lit up again under the potion bottle. This time, however, it engulfed the potion. The flame that entered the water did not go out, but it wrapped the potion and isolated the surrounding air!
The two of them made it together.
The method was the same, and the fire was the same!
This was the new advanced pharmaceutical method.
The most important thing was to control the fire.
One should know when to heat it up, when not to heat it up, and when to end it.
Success or failure depended on one thought.
Marcus stared at the potion bottle solemnly, afraid that heating it up would cause the potion bottle to explode.
Thus, he kept using magic power to control the fire.
Ken's magic power didn't seem to be very strong, and the fire was barely passable.
After about half an hour...
"Rise!"
The two said at the same time, and the flame instantly burst out of the potion like a fire dragon before it was extinguished.
"Success!"
A light fragrance floated out of the potion bottle. This was the second time that Marcus had made this kind of potion.
After Marcus drank it, he felt very refreshed and exclaimed, "It really succeeded. Ken, your potion-making method is really good. The potion that you made doesn't have any impurities at all."
"It's passable," Ken said weakly. "I've been staying up late recently. It seems that I was a little agitated today, so I was not swift enough."
"I'm tired. I'll go to rest first, Marcus."
"Okay, I'll take my leave."
After they bade farewell, Marcus walked out of the building excitedly.
A maid suddenly called out Marcus and said softly, "Mr. Marcus, Master Bud is waiting for you in the study."
"Okay, I got it." Marcus was a little confused.
'Uncle Bud shouldn't be worried about the potion, right?'
The study was quiet. When Marcus entered, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Bud inside
Bud rubbed his bloodshot eyes and asked Marcus to sit down. "Marcus, I'm sorry about your parents..."
"It's okay, Uncle Bud. It's all in the past," reassured Marcus. "Didn't you say that a magical beast killed him?"
"Yes..." replied Bud, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of life. "Before your father died, he told me to let you grow up happily. I'm sorry. I didn't live up to his expectations."
"It's okay. Am I not doing better now?"
"Yes. Your parents had always hoped that you could give your family a descendant. Now that you're not young anymore, I have been paying attention to the various families' daughters. I've found an ideal one now, and I hope the two of you can meet. Come, take a look. This is her photo."
'Marriage?'
Regarding this matter, Marcus had forgotten about it.
In this world, it was the norm to start a family at Marcus's age.
Marcus picked up the photo and looked at it. She was indeed a beauty. She had a gentle expression and a smile that could topple cities. Anyone who saw her would be mesmerized.
Bud's wife, Janice, said to Marcus, "Her name is Nele Anderson."
"Speaking of which, it was her father who found us to discuss marriage. The Anderson family has five children, two sons, and three daughters. Now, only the younger daughter is unmarried.
"Nele also studies magic, but she is attending the Green Bridge Academy. Moreover, Nele is a prodigy. She became a core student two years ago when she started practicing magic!
"Why don't you take a look at the background and identity of this Nele child? She's not bad. She's even better than our family..."
Marcus put down the photo and said with a frown, "No, Uncle Bud. I'm thinking about how to become stronger now."
Janice interjected, "But marriage won't hinder you from becoming stronger. I've seen many geniuses, such as your Ivy League Academy's seniors. They are all married, unlike you." "Child, I'm doing this for your own good. If anything happens to you, how am I going to explain it to your parents in heaven?" added Bud.
Marcus wanted to say something, but he couldn't refute this fact. Most of Ivy League Academy's seniors were indeed married. Only a small number of them were not married and chose to wander around and train.
Janice spoke again, "Child, you have to know that this is not a matter of whether you are willing or not. It depends on whether Nele is willing. She will soon leave the academy to visit her family. Let me show her your photo. Only if she thinks it's okay can these marriage talks continue. Sometimes, marriage is not a matter of two people..."
Marcus nodded in understanding.
Marcus's family was indeed lacking when compared to the Anderson family—the gap was huge.
Furthermore, the other party was Nele, the apple of the Anderson family's eye!
As such, it was Miss Nele who would choose Marcus and not the other way around.
Unfortunately, Marcus's family was unable to go against a large family like the Andersons, let alone rejecting their marriage proposal.
Marcus did not choose to directly reject her this time because it would be useless even if he did so.
"Then, I'll leave it to auntie to arrange everything."
Anyway, Marcus wasn't very worried because Nele might not even like him.
After taking a photo, Marcus left the study.
At this time, the moon was high up in the sky. It was already night.
"It's time to go back," muttered Marcus said to himself. "I still need to test the God of War Physique..."
"Hey!" A loud voice came from behind Marcus.
Marcus knew that voice—it was Sonny.
"Sonny, it's late. What are you doing here?"
"Hehe. I haven't properly repaid you for the previous incident." Sonny patted Marcus on the shoulder and smiled. "I'll treat you to a meal tonight. Please, let me show you my gratitude."
Sonny suddenly whispered, "And…"
"What?"
"And a very powerful magic book!" Sonny suddenly smiled smugly. "It's just that it's of no use to me. I know you're talented and smart. You should be able to understand it at a glance."
"That's not true."
"You're being hypocritical, Marcus!" Sonny said. "As punishment, you have to go to dinner with me."
...
The two of them ate happily.
In the end, Sonny gave Marcus the mysterious magic book.
It didn't matter if Marcus could read it or not, Sonny would give him the book either way!
This magic book explained how to create golems. They were different from black magic puppeteering techniques.
Golems were made of rocks or wood, not human corpses.
Moreover, this golem technique was passed down from ancient times.
In the past, there had been mages who, in order to improve their performance, had learned how to create golems.
In the end, they had improved their performance up to 300%!
"No wonder it's so difficult to learn." Marcus was suddenly enlightened. "If you want to learn it, you have to put it into practice. Given Sonny's hot-tempered personality, he wouldn't be able to even collect the materials to create golems, let alone giving them life!"
-- Cadeau
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