If Tangdon exhausts his magical energy and doesn't meditate, it will take almost a day to recover naturally. Of course, using magic stones or various potions that replenish magical energy can shorten the time, but that's too expensive. Even wealthy mages would only use them in battle and rely on meditation normally.

  "Not even a single piece of magic stone, and yet you have the nerve to stay in a luxury suite?" Tang Dun threw away a handful of gold coins, and the dust that was stirred up made him cough uncontrollably.

  Damaged magical accessories and gold coins no longer held any interest for Tondon; he now only wanted magic stones and food.

  Hunger pangs hit Darton like a tsunami, causing his stomach to cramp up. Looking at the wooden furniture, it all seemed delicious, making him want to pounce on them and devour them in big bites.

  He made his way cautiously down the corridor, and pushed open another door. Dust fell in, making him sneeze.

  A skeleton lay on the bedside, wearing a black mage robe with silver trim. Despite being tattered and worn after thousands of years, its identity was still clear.

  "Magician?" Tong Dun's eyes lit up, but he didn't rush over. Instead, he carefully examined every corner of the room, not wanting to be trapped by the Black Blood Spider again.

  Having ascertained there was no danger, Thaddeus shut the door of the house and hastened to the side of the corpse.

  "May I take it?"

  Downton stared at the dusty wand, waiting for Holma to perform a magic scan.

  A purple light shot out from the magic book and scanned the corpse from head to toe.

  "No traps!" Holma gave the detection result, "The staff is of superior quality, undamaged, with an additional magic effect that doubles the casting range, but it's useless to you."

  "I can take it back for my sister to use!" Looking at the blue sapphire inlaid on the top of the cane, Tang Dun was very satisfied, picked it up and wiped off the dust on it. "Just right as a birthday gift for her."

  "On its left index finger is a magic ring that infuses magical energy, which can activate a Soul Shield of one face, with a cooldown time of half an hour."

  "This is great!" Tandon went to pick up the ring and ended up directly tearing off the skull's finger.

  A crisp crackling sound in the quiet room was indeed somewhat eerie.

  "As a magician, how could I possibly not have one or two spare magic stones?" Tang Don put on the ring and began to search through his other belongings, but found nothing.

  "Go check the closet." Holma pointed, "There must be some, a French professional would never let themselves run out of magical energy, that's extremely dangerous, so there must be a reserve."

  Throw away those rotten clothes, Downton found a black suitcase, opened it, and what came into view were six fist-sized black square bottles, as well as twelve test tubes plugged into the leather belt.

  Dangton carefully twisted it open, and a strange smell wafted out.

  "It's a magical potion, unfortunately, it has dried out and become ineffective." Holma's knowledge came into play, preventing Tongdon from acting blindly.

  "What's in here?" Tang Dong shook the test tube.

  "I've never seen it before, he must be an alchemist, this might be one of his new concoctions."

  "Besides three sets of mage robes, a pouch of money, two diaries and two pieces of magic stones, there's nothing else?" Tang Dong was greatly disappointed. The two fist-sized magic stones could at most replenish half of his magic power.

  If it were an ordinary first-class magician, a crystal of this size would be enough to replenish the depleted magic power, and there would still be plenty left over. But Danton was different.

  When promoted to Demon Venerable, Mo Tian consumed the accumulated thousand-year-old magical origin for Tang Dun. He used the extremely rare Saint Heavenly Angel-like meditation method, and his body and will were tough and resilient. The process of soul shaping was extremely long, making his soul seed condense very solidly and firmly, powerful!

  Not to mention that in the future, a more luxuriant Soul Tree will grow, but for now, being able to store more magical energy is already the most direct advantage. This means that during battles, you can release even more magic and martial skills. Therefore, when those aristocratic families' direct descendants become Mages, their families will go all out to prepare large quantities of magical medicine and precious treasures for them, in order to condense a powerful Soul Seed.

  Dangton should be grateful, if he hadn't laid a solid foundation, his magic wouldn't even be enough to release a vengeful spirit's confession, after all that was a Dragon Slaying Stage divine technique.

  "No, I sense a magical reaction. Look again!" Holma's soul detection was far clearer than Tandon's physical sight.

  "Is there an interlayer?"

  Tang Dun poked a little and found a hidden compartment by cutting open the leather suitcase with a rusty dagger.

  Sixteen yellowed sheepskin papers, a badge, and nine red stones the size of fingernails, looking ordinary, but being collected with such care, must be good stuff.

  "This doesn't seem like a magic stone?" Tandon pinched a pebble and examined it against the faint light from the window.

  "It's Magic Red Diamond!"

  "What? This is the Magic Drill?" Tong Dun's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he became ecstatic.

  Mozun is the earliest and most valuable part of a Mozun ore vein, containing magical energy at least 10,000 times that of a magic stone of the same volume. The most prized reason is that each Mozun has different magical effects.

  Each Moe user can only draw a limited amount of magic from the magic stone at one time, but when used in conjunction with the Magic Ruby, this restriction is broken as the ruby allows the magic to be more easily absorbed by the body.

  "You're just a commoner who's never seen the world, and you're making such a big fuss over a mere red diamond? Wait till you see the rarer gold and green diamonds, won't your blood vessels burst from excitement?" Holma looked at Tondon with disdain.

  "This is the legendary Mora Drill, a treasure that some mages may never lay eyes on in their lifetime."

  It was no wonder that Tang Don was not surprised, as he had heard Irene say before that at those ultra-high-end and luxurious auctions, gold coins were like trash, nobody cared about them, only various magic diamonds were recognized by everyone as a natural equivalent.

  "Hmph, the value of those nine magic drills is probably less than a tenth of this stack of sheepskin paper!"

  "What is this thing?" Danton reached out to take the sheepskin paper, but none of the words on it were recognizable, and he hastily wrote a query to the Magic Dictionary.

  "A new medicinal formula, temporarily unable to estimate its value." Holma projected the text, "It should be for secrecy, he used ancient dragon language to record it."

  "Can it be translated into Dranekian?" Danton was very interested in the formula.

  Alchemist, as the name suggests, is a magician who can configure various magical potions.

  Potions, which have become an indispensable part of the life of a mage, are essential items that even the most mediocre melee engineer will prepare several bottles of healing potions, mana recovery potions, and stone skin potions for emergency use.

  Not to mention high-end potions like Giant's Strength and Wind Dancer, sometimes a small bottle of medicine can turn the tide of battle.

  "Commoner, I've translated it for you, but you still won't understand!" Holma didn't want to waste her effort, because understanding equations and potion reactions required professional knowledge of magical pharmacy.

  "I've decided to become a pharmacist!" Repeatedly being looked down upon made even the good-natured Tong Dun somewhat irritated.

  "Preposterous!" Holma clearly didn't think much of Danton.

  Tang Dun didn't say a word, put away the prescription, previously it was because he had no money, in order to support his sister Yilian's education, he spent all his time making money, now it's different, as long as he gets out of the dungeon, he can use the city's vast wealth to buy the books he wants and learn.

  "I'm only fifteen, it's not too late!" Dangton encouraged himself, "I want to be the most learned person!"

  "Have you really made up your mind?" Seeing that Downton was not joking, Holma felt that he should be educated, "It's not difficult to become an apprentice of magic medicine, but it's very difficult to become a slightly accomplished magician. Among one thousand apprentices, no more than ten will finally get the qualification certificate."

  Dangton fell silent, put away his goose quill pen and did not write another word.

  "Being a mage is an expensive profession; even those noble families can't afford to support two."

  Dangton stretched out his index finger and pointed outside the window, the meaning was self-evident. The wealth of this underground city was enough for him to squander.

  "Alright, even if you have the money, can you tolerate the loneliness and dullness? Alchemy is known as the most boring and tasteless subject. A normal potion configuration usually takes two or three hours, not to mention those that take several days or even half a month of research. An alchemist spends most of their life in the lab, do you think you can handle it?"

  Dangton remained silent, but his eyes became more determined, he didn't want to be underestimated.

  "I haven't mentioned the most important point yet, to become a great magician, apart from diligence and hard work, one also needs sufficient talent and innate ability. There are some things in this world that cannot be obtained no matter how much sweat you shed."

  "I'll definitely become a great pharmacist to show you!" Tang Dun gritted his teeth, besides being angry, pharmacists were also the most profitable profession.

  Poor Tanton, who was afraid of being a postman for his whole life and a hardworking soldier. If people have no ideals, what's the difference between them and those lazy spirits who just wait to die?

  "Power of the Dragon Guardian!"

  Homa gazed at Danton's innocent face with an unwavering expression, and suddenly flew in front of him, casting a shadow of six magic flame characters.

  "The formula for the Dragon's Guardian Strength Potion is recorded on this parchment. The effect of drinking it is to possess the strength of a giant dragon, and there is even a certain probability of transforming into a giant dragon!" Holma sighed, "I've never heard of such a potion before, and judging from this alchemist's badge, he's only an intermediate alchemist, so it's unlikely that he could develop such a high-level potion. It's very likely that it was stolen from another great alchemist's research results."

  "Isn't this the only prescription on the entire Western Continent?" Danton was taken aback, then clenched his fist, "Then I should make it even more, surely its original owner also yearned to see it spread throughout the continent?"

  "It's a shame and a loss that such a powerful medicine has been neglected." Holma agreed, if the formula was correct, its value would be immeasurable.

  "In short, it's a fortune! Knowledge is wealth, who would have thought that these nearly rotten sheepskin papers would be worth so much!" Tang didn't take the formula away, but instead found an empty room, lifted up a floorboard, and hid it inside, including the blue sapphire staff.

  The sheepskin parchment had become too brittle after thousands of years, and Tang Dun flipped through it, revealing large areas of cracking. He really didn't dare to put it in his pocket.

  The page was filled with equations, and even if one digit was missing, the final product would be vastly different from the finished product. After all, who doesn't know that alchemy is a very rigorous discipline?