My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 30 The Beauty of Mechanism

Lynn was plucking the fine hairs from the bauhinia plants one by one.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him.

Lynn looked back.

It was Najib whose expression looked like he'd eaten a ton of shit.

"What's up?"

Lynn glanced at it, then turned back to continue with her work.

Najib remained silent for a long time, unable to speak.

That bastard! He clearly stole my things and now he's acting like nothing happened... Shameless!

Najib frowned and rubbed his stomach with one hand.

Damn it, I'm so angry my stomach hurts.

Najib stood behind Lynn like a wooden statue.

This infuriated Turner.

What on earth is this traitor doing?!

It stood there motionless, like a flat-bottomed flask!

Are you suggesting that he, an old man, should personally beg Lynn?

Old Turner stood at a distance, silently blowing his beard and glaring.

Najib naturally took note of his teacher's actions.

He forced a wry smile.

Under pressure, Naji stammered, "Lynn, we don't have time to make healing potions."

Lynn didn't even look up, continuing to pluck hairs with the magnifying glass.

"So what? What does it have to do with me?"

"So I'm hoping you can come and help us out..."

Najib's voice was very soft.

Lynn still didn't turn around.

"I remember Mr. Najib said yesterday that the requirements for the treatment medicine are very high. I'm afraid I, as a newcomer, am not up to the task?"

Najib's face flushed red and then turned pale; he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Enough, Lynn! You took all my books yesterday, we're even now, stop being so unreasonable!"

Lynn shook her head.

"Mr. Najib, I said it was a loan, I didn't steal your book. Please take back your slander against me."

Najib's face turned ashen.

"Borrow? That sounds nice, but when are you going to return it to me?!"

"I'll pay you back when I'm in a better mood. Don't rush me. A man should be more generous."

Lynn's expression remained unchanged.

Najib is numb.

Why is this person so shameless?

Najib seemed somewhat at a loss.

He could feel the teacher's gaze in the distance gradually turning cold.

If he couldn't get Lynn, Najib felt he was doomed.

Najib took a deep breath, his face almost scrunched up.

He pleaded, "Lynn, please forgive me. How can you possibly help us concoct the medicine?"

Lynn remained unmoved by Najib's pleas.

He had never liked this group of unfriendly colleagues from the beginning.

He was happy to let them exceed the deadline and be punished by Brown Narell.

However, Lynn did indeed need their help for something at that moment.

"I'll help you complete your orders today, but on the condition that each of you gives me a whole Bauhinia purpurea with all the fuzz removed, or we're not talking."

Najib felt as if he had been granted a general amnesty.

As long as there are conditions, that's fine; whether old Turner agrees or not is another matter.

As long as the blame doesn't fall on him, everything will be fine.

Najib ran back in a disheveled state and told Turner his terms.

Turner immediately agreed.

So, Lynn was invited over by Najib.

The formula for the healing potion was handed to Lynn.

Lynn looked at it and thought it was fine.

A first-tier, one-star potion isn't difficult for him right now.

Lynn glanced at old Turner, who was standing to the side with a cold face and wouldn't look at him, and decided to ignore him as well.

He asked Najib, "How many more are needed? When will the delivery be made today?"

Najib was getting impatient: "It's due during lunch break today. The progress was just right, but the Baron suddenly said this morning that he wanted to add 100 more. Now, including you, each of us has to refine 10 more before noon. We're going to be late!"

Lynn nodded and looked at the alchemists around him.

Apart from Old Turner, the others were not very skilled, and the potions they produced were at most fourth-grade, with only a few being third-grade.

Given this situation, even if we add him, it might not be enough time.

Lynn thought for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you have enough raw materials? My technique might be a bit rough later."

Najib immediately gave his assurance.

"There's definitely enough; you'd better hurry up and start concocting the medicine!"

Lynn nodded, grabbed the materials beside him, and began to refine them.

The formula for the healing potion consists of herbs such as eggwort, mint, and cockroach.

After Lynn had processed the materials, he began the first refining process.

He cannot use the skill "Divine Assistance," which is reserved for the Bauhinia Bear Heart Potion.

Lynn's first potion was very crudely made.

Old Turner, who was standing to the side, had already secretly turned his head to peek at Lynn's alchemy.

He felt a sense of disdain upon seeing Lynn's performance.

Is this what they call a genius?

Perhaps Lord Nareel has misjudged the situation.

Lynn's first attempt at refining failed.

Old Turner's expression was somewhat strange.

Even a one-star potion can fail; this level of skill is worse than an apprentice's, right?

Lynn remained calm and began the next refining process.

The second attempt also failed.

Old Turner was very disappointed. He had given up hope on Lynn and even felt a little sorry for him.

Sooner or later, the Baron will discover the truth about this kind of person and execute him.

With that thought in mind, old Turner resolved to never pay attention to Lynn again.

Lynn's performance on his third attempt left him speechless.

Lynn's third refining process was incredibly smooth and efficient, not only was the refining speed extremely fast, but the quality of the finished product was also astonishing.

The clarity of the medicine liquid is so high that it can even be considered a second-grade product!

Old Turner rubbed his eyes in disbelief, completely forgetting about the medicine simmering in the pot.

What just happened?

How did this kid suddenly become about the same level as me?

No, this kid is practicing much faster than him.

To be precise, the level of skill he displayed just now completely surpassed his!

Lynn's fourth refining.

failure.

Although there was some progress this time, overall it was about the same as the previous two times.

Old Turner was dumbfounded; he realized he couldn't understand Lynn at all.

What is this young man doing?

Was he just guessing just now?

Is there any possibility of success in alchemy?

Lynn continued to experience both failures and successes.

Maintaining an overall success rate of one-third and achieving an average quality of second-class results left old Turner completely speechless.

He was starting to have doubts about life.

Old Turner simply stopped looking at him and focused on making potions.

This Lynn... she's a bit sinister!

Half the time has passed.

There's only one hour left before lunch break.

Lynn put down the potion he had prepared and put it into the box.

"The last dose is complete."

The audience was silent.

I don't know when it started, but they all left the alchemy pot and quietly went to prepare ingredients for Lynn.

Lynn's performance completely won them over.

Old Turner was already numb.

Najib, on the other hand, had long wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

I thought this was a soft persimmon, but it turned out to be a frozen one...

He's now kicking himself for it.

Lynn tapped the table, waking the silent crowd.

"Everyone, I think it's time to help me deal with the bauhinia grass, isn't it?"

Old Turner immediately instructed his students to fetch the materials.

After most of the students had left, he walked toward Lynn, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Lynn, I underestimated you before. You do have the potential to surpass me. If you have any questions about alchemy in the future, feel free to ask me."

Lynn nodded.

His mind was completely numb from refining medicine, so he didn't think too much and said bluntly:

"I don't think I have any questions for you, but thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Turner."

Turner clenched his fists instinctively, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

That arrogant bastard...

Oh well, maybe all geniuses are like this!

There's no need to be angry with him, no need to be angry with him, no need to be angry with him...

Old Turner took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself down.

After a busy morning, he decided to take a break.

Lynn helped old Turner into a chair and asked, "Mr. Turner, I'm actually a little confused. Why does the Baron suddenly need so many healing potions? Even in war, such a large dosage isn't necessary, is it?"

Old Turner was somewhat surprised by Lynn's thoughtfulness and sat down.

"Oh, you mean that? It's not because of the war, the intensity at the front is actually quite low. It's mainly because a hole has recently appeared in the territory. Monsters keep popping out of there, and the Baron's confidants are currently blocking the entrance."

Lynn found it strange upon hearing this.

"A cave?"