Chapter 189: Potion · Excuse

After a brief introduction, Dean and Grand Knight Anluo led a team of ten people, including Wudel and Chak, into Tier Town.

As Dean walked into Tier Town, the town guards and the young knights of the Ferrchelen Knight Order immediately burst into cheers, while the Goths following behind instantly looked gloomy, although their expressions hadn’t been very pleasant to begin with.

It was only when Baron Tier appeared and received them with high-level etiquette that the expressions of these Goths relaxed slightly.

“What is wrong with these guys?”

Dean slowed his pace and fell to the back, whispering to Grand Knight Anluo, who also slowed down.

“Our Baron Janel… lost a lot of face. Under the Goths’ pretended charge, he actually wet his pants in fear!”

A look of shame appeared on Grand Knight Anluo’s face, a feeling that made him wish he could hide in a crack in the ground.

“So, these guys want to make another attempt to gain more spoils in the Tier Territory?”

Dean said with a cold sneer.

“Yes! Fortunately, you are here, Dean. Otherwise, if these Goths had succeeded…”

Grand Knight Anluo nodded heavily, still feeling scared.

Baron Janel could be considered a special case.

But if a second one appeared, it could no longer be explained away as a special case.

If it happened, not only would the Janel Territory and the Tier Territory become laughing stocks, but the entire Vauban County, or even Emerald, would be mocked by the Goths.

That kind of ‘pride’ held by an old established empire was enough to keep such mockery going for a long time, far beyond anyone’s imagination.

“The Lord Marquis would surely be glad you are here… you damn Goths!”

Grand Knight Anluo lowered his voice for the last sentence, cursing under his breath.

Obviously, this Grand Knight had no good feelings towards the Goths at all.

In fact, for most of the Emerald People in the entire Emerald region, they had no good feelings towards the Goths either.

As for why?

Apart from the Goths’ unique ‘arrogance’, there was also that unreasonable and tyrannical behavior—

“Lord Baron, thank you for all your help, but… this is an internal matter for the Goths. Please leave it to us. We will take the fugitive back to our country to have him handled personally by the Prince!”

After a brief polite exchange with Baron Tier, Wudel directly refused Baron Tier’s offer of ‘assistance’.

“But he injured my Guard here…”

“But he is a Goth, and moreover, a Goth who committed a serious crime. He must be sanctioned by Goth law. Of course, I will hand over the local ‘guide’ to you, Lord Baron!”

Wudel stood up directly, interrupting Baron Tier’s words, and after giving a Knight’s Salute, he walked towards the outside.

At this moment, Dean and Grand Knight Anluo just arrived at the doorway.

“The Snowplains Dense Forest has quite a few bandits and fierce animals. Your Excellency Wudel must be careful!”

As they passed each other, Dean seemingly gave a friendly reminder.

“I will definitely be careful. Thank you for the reminder, Dean Ken!”

Wudel replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Then, the ten-person Goth team disappeared from the Baron’s Mansion, followed by the sound of Warhorses going far away.

“I-ineffable hateful!”

Baron Tier’s voice trembled slightly with anger.

Ikes, the Aide standing next to him, also frowned deeply, while Allenor, the Guard Captain, clenched his fists.

“Lord Baron!”

Dean and Grand Knight Anluo walked in and performed a Knight’s Salute.

“Dean, I heard you taught these Goths a lesson earlier?”

Baron Tier’s gaze fell directly on Dean.

“Yes, for the sake of caution, I stopped them from entering Tier Town directly!”

Dean said truthfully.

“Good job, good job… Next time, if there is a next time, just beat these guys until they are crippled outside Tier Town. I will take responsibility for any consequences!”

Baron Tier cheered loudly, then left the room immediately, even ignoring Grand Knight Anluo.

“Baron Tier is really angry!”

Grand Knight Anluo stood beside Dean, shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Anyone would be angry in such a situation, especially… when a Noble’s dignity is trampled upon!”

Dean said it was natural, while the Grand Knight Anluo beside him smiled more helplessly.

The proverb ‘Even when beating a dog, you must look at its master’ did not exist in Goedz, but similar behaviors were everywhere.

After all, the special status of Nobles and Lords had long determined that such sayings would be prevalent.

Furthermore, the special relationships between Lords, County Kings, and the King meant that even the current Grand Knight Anluo had no words to criticize Baron Tier.

“What should we do about the Goths?”

Grand Knight Anluo asked Dean.

“Didn’t they make it very clear?”

Glancing at Anluo, Dean said very calmly: “If the Goths are handled by Goth law, then we Emerald People are naturally just onlookers!”

“It can only be like this!”

Grand Knight Anluo paused, and finally shrugged helplessly.

After that, this Grand Knight declined Dean’s invitation to go to the Knight Order headquarters and returned to Vauban City overnight—Marquis Vauban was doing something that required someone to be present at all times.

Anluo had secretly revealed this to Dean.

As for what specifically it was?

Anluo did not truly tell Dean, and Dean did not truly ask.

After all, this was just a private exchange out of friendship. If substantial matters were discussed, it would become a different nature—neither Dean nor Anluo would cross this line.

Anluo did so because he wanted to observe the morals of a Knight.

And Dean did so because he needed to ‘pretend’ to observe the morals of a Knight.

Of course, even if Anluo didn’t say anything, Dean could guess it—Seandel Fortress!

According to historical timelines, that place had clearly entered a critical period of nearing completion!

“Seandel Fortress… the last barrier of the Northland?”

Dean muttered, recalling another name for Seandel Fortress from his previous life, then got on his horse and returned to the Ferrchelen Knight Order’s headquarters with his subordinates.

When all the young subordinates dispersed, Dean returned to his room—

In the place that originally belonged to office work, that desk was still there, but the maps and documents on it were replaced by a pile of glass containers.

And one large long-necked flask was extremely conspicuous.

The bright red liquid, under the heating of an alcohol lamp, bubbled up one by one.

Dean carefully added the prepared Blue Moon Grass powder to it. The lingering bloody smell instantly became fainter, almost imperceptible.

“If Snake Tongue Branch is added in five hours, the bloody smell will completely dissipate, and then Tyrant Flower stamen will be added… Using the formula for a Top-grade Knight Potion as auxiliary medicine, and Psychic Sorcerer’s Blood as the main medicine, this is not only equivalent to a Potion approaching a Royal Family Knight’s Baptism, but it also has the potential to awaken similar Psychic Sorcerer Talents… However, undergoing consecutive Baptisms in a short time will inevitably lead to a reduction in Constitution!”

Dean held a glass rod and stirred the red liquid in the flask carefully until the Blue Moon Grass powder was completely dissolved, then he stopped.

“However, if the opponent consists of two Grand Knights, with the current Strength, it is obviously a bit of a stretch. Undergoing another Baptism, especially one that can open up some Talents, would increase the win rate… Plus that Wolf Pack I control, even if the enemy is a team of two Grand Knights and eight Knights, they cannot leave the Snowplains Dense Forest!”

Dean’s eyes gradually turned cold, killing intent circulating within them.

Without real rest, Dean sat in front of the fireplace, keeping a close eye on the changes in the flask. When the red liquid began to turn slightly blue, he stood up again and continued to stir the liquid in the flask with the glass rod—The change of the red liquid to blue proved that the Blue Moon Grass had started to take effect, gradually changing its internal structure.

At this moment, there was no need to add anything else, only stirring was required to let it fully exert its effects.

Time passed second by second.

Dean was like a precise machine, operating step by step according to the method in his memory.

When the hourglass flipped for the fifth time continuously, Dean added the entire Snake Tongue Branch into the flask. Instantly, the seemingly sturdy Snake Tongue Branch melted into it like snow water.

The half-red, half-blue liquid completely turned blue, and even a special brightness appeared.

However, it was fleeting.

And when the appropriate amount of Tyrant Flower stamen was also added, the liquid in the flask immediately began to boil.

Even though the alcohol lamp had been removed, the boiling did not stop; on the contrary, it became more and more violent.

The liquid, which had already been extracted, left only a base after such violent boiling.

After the liquid completely cooled, Dean carefully picked up the flask and poured it into a test tube nearby—a ten-milliliter test tube.

Not too much, not too little, just right.

Corking the bottle, Dean placed the test tube full of the special Baptism Potion into a specially prepared box, then sat down in the chair with a sigh of relief—

[Skill: Potion Identification Unlocked]

[Skill: Potion Making Unlocked]

Glancing at the two Lv1 Skills, Dean immediately confirmed his previous guess about the ‘Flash’—Skills that could be identified by the System and rapidly improved in level were limited to those that did not directly increase physical attributes!

“Now, what is needed is… to find a suitable excuse to temporarily leave the headquarters!”

Withdrawing his gaze from the Character Panel, Dean thought silently and estimated the distance between those Goth Knights and the Conqueror King’s Tomb.