Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam
Chapter 63: Genius Pharmacist

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Genius Pharmacist

Mr. Heisenberg’s career had just begun and he was already facing an unprecedented crisis.

If equivalent to police ranks, Lady Bi’an, as the Imperial Knight Commander, would be akin to the head of the FBI. She and Ave responded with the most professional reaction immediately, forgetting about the stew at one point and placing the remaining bottles of the awakening potion on the table, resting their chins on their folded hands.

As for the young Knight Lance, he was too excited and decided to add five more sets of exercises for himself. He was now outside the apartment, practicing sword swings.

Although there were only two people sitting across the table, Ethan knew there were three judges.

Bi’an, Ave, and the golden hair on top of Ave’s head.

Bi’an acted first, holding the bottle neck and using her index finger to open the cap. She carefully sniffed the smell inside the bottle.

Ethan’s mind was in chaos; this was a crisis even the real Heisenberg had never encountered.

Wait, this bottle clearly contained the awakening potion. As a good citizen, why was he afraid?

Moreover, he didn’t understand why these people were acting as if they were high like a bunch of wild evildoers.

Bi’an closed her eyes, immersed in the aftertaste of the awakening potion. After about half a minute, she completed a near-tasting ritual, picked up the glass bottle, and drank all of the awakening potion in one go.

"The purity is very high."

Subsequently, she wiped off the remaining liquid from her mouth, turned to another evaluator, Ave, and gave her assessment, "I’ve never tasted such high purity stuff before."

"You guys are discussing the awakening potion, right?"

Ethan had to inquire. Heisenberg was only paying tribute, not really planning to go down the path of a drug maker.

"What else?"

Bi’an seemed puzzled, "What else do you want to make?"

"According to the laws of the Empire, making awakening potions shouldn’t be illegal, right?"

"Of course."

Feeling relieved, Ethan couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you guys acting like you’re judging criminals?"

"That’s because..."

Honest Ave still maintained her folded hand posture, "I really thought you were making forbidden substances behind my back."

After spending some time with Ethan, she felt it was possible for him to come up with something abnormal, even if they really produced forbidden substances during the magic potion production process.

Because, in a strict sense, those addictive forbidden substances are also considered a branch of magic potions, and not all alchemists are good people. In the long era before the concept of "forbidden drugs" was proposed, many evil alchemists controlled the local people through highly addictive magic potions, even nobles and government officials were not spared.

When Bi’an mentioned the words ’awakening potion’, Ave truly breathed a sigh of relief.

So, the problem clearly lay with Bi’an and Lance. She questioned Bi’an, "Why are you acting like you’ve ingested forbidden drugs?"

"Try it yourself, and you’ll know."

Bi’an did not answer directly. Only facts could answer Ave’s question.

Driven by strong curiosity, Ave unscrewed the cap and drank the awakening potion in one go. Then she gasped suddenly. Although her expression remained calm, the golden hair on her head spun like a propeller, fast enough to blur.

"You felt it, didn’t you? The state of magical power being full,"

Bi’an explained, "Usually, awakening potions can’t replenish energy unless they are of extremely top-notch quality. I know of no more than five alchemists who can make such quality awakening potions... Ethan, are you sure Miss Keroy completed this independently?"

"I’m sure,"

Ethan answered immediately.

He guessed that this was probably a skill of Lucky; the cat not only could find magic books but also possessed a high alchemical talent. But when he thought of her close relationship with the Lindong Witch, everything could be explained.

However, this couldn’t be spoken lightly. One would be caught as a typical example of an Evil God follower and burned at the stake.

Over the years, the Horned Owl Beast Daily frequently published the names of Evil God followers, often with black-and-white dynamic illustrations broadcasting the scenes of their being burned alive. Most of them held prestigious identities. If the Judicial Court hadn’t caught them, no one would have guessed this group of people actually worshipped the Evil God.

Bi’an stared at Miss Keroy for quite a while, suddenly thinking of a possibility, "Could it be... a racial talent?"

This peculiar creature is known as a wolf chicken, of which there may be only one in the entire Empire. According to Ave, it was Miss Keroy who spontaneously developed an interest in alchemy.

"Not bad, not bad! Keep it up, and Miss Keroy might one day become the Empire’s foremost alchemist!"

"I think so too,"

Ethan echoed, "I always thought Miss Keroy was both intelligent and hardworking."

Ave watched the bizarre scene unfold before her without saying a word. She felt that the world must be crazy. She raised her hand and forcibly pressed down the spinning golden hair. She could only attribute this unexplainable phenomenon to some unknown curse. Perhaps that werewolf collar still held secrets they had yet to uncover.

After all, it was a cursed item carried by the witch who destroyed a small town.

"Mr. Ethan, you have a great responsibility,"

Bi’an solemnly remarked that the title "chicken raiser" probably had more depth than she initially thought. While Ave depicted Ethan as a person with some cleverness but fundamentally weak, despite having read numerous books on mysticism without grasping a path of transcendence, it now seemed that destiny silently bestowed upon him a mission.

"Maybe one day Miss Keroy will become the Empire’s greatest alchemist, and when that time comes, you will be the chief alchemist’s assistant."

Even this one identity is enough to make Ethan a guest of honor in any city. "You need to keep Miss Keroy well-fed and plump, never letting the future chief alchemist go hungry."

"Understood,"

Ave listened to their conversation, her heart numb.

She didn’t hear wrong. These two were seriously discussing Miss Keroy becoming the Empire’s chief alchemist, emphasizing one who dares to speak and another who dares to believe.

The golden hair on her head finally stopped and even bowed to Miss Keroy in salutation, evidently agreeing with Bi’an’s bold words.

"We should be talking about work,"

Ave thought to steer this untamed topic back on track. She intended to bring up these issues over a stew but didn’t expect Ethan and Miss Keroy to give her such a surprise.

"But, Lady Bi’an is still hungry."

"You stew while I speak. After all, this matter somewhat involves you as well,"

She had to temporarily accept the fact that Miss Keroy was actually a genius alchemist since there were more pressing issues to address. "Before coming here, we made a trip to the Guild. This morning, the Guild received a strange piece of information—a trade caravan passing through Riverside Town noticed signs of biological activity there."