Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

It only took one morning.

Just after the chaotic night ended, the Dark Box Intelligence Organization and the Shadow Thieves Guild were completely destroyed.

There are even quite a few wizards who have just heard the news.

The wizards who saw it on the scene were very excited.

Some people were surprised, some thought it was very reasonable. After all, before this, there was news that the Shadow Thieves Guild was going to take action against the leader of the Snake Eye Organization on the Night of Chaos.

Now that "Sinclair" has returned alive from the chaotic night, it is natural for him to settle accounts with them. This is a normal thing no matter how you look at it.

Add to that the betrayal of the dark box intelligence itself, and the Shadow Thieves Guild itself evading a large amount of taxes. Is it reasonable to take action against these two organizations? It is absolutely reasonable.

The only unexpected thing was that Kog'gas actually took the lead in rebelling.

It’s interesting to say that the members of the Mockingbird Organization defected to the Dark Box, but now I didn’t expect that the Shadow Thieves Guild has defected to the Snake Eye.

All I can say is that every sip and bite has a reason.

But no matter what these wizards thought, they all knew clearly that Sinclair was carrying out the plan he had mentioned before, and he did not hesitate to take action against the dark box and the Shadow Thieves Guild which were supported by the Shadow Society.

This time we're serious.

……

District 41, the flower district.

Butterfly Dream Bar.

Several dried specimens of strange creatures were hung at the door of the bar, forming shriveled cocoons in a strange posture.

It is said that here, after drinking a special brew, the wizard can experience another life.

This is also the origin of the name of the Dream Bar.

As long as you push open the heavy wooden door, the exotic aroma of various wines will soak anyone who enters.

The interior of the bar was dim and blurry, with the light coming from old kerosene lamps hanging from the ceiling and the strange flashing runes in the corners.

The entire space was filled with wooden tables and chairs. Each table looked mottled and worn, with strange symbols and spells left on the table by various guests.

The bar was packed with wizards of all shapes and sizes. They were dressed differently and carried their own staffs or daggers. Some of the wizards even had a strong aura of evil or coldness around them.

At every table, people were talking in low voices, discussing the latest spells, lost ancient rituals, or strange events that had recently occurred in some dark corner. Of course, no one knew whether they were true or false.

You can brag as much as you want here, even if it means you have captured a god, because before you say it, five wizards may have already said something similar. The god hunter is the most interesting topic in this bar.

The bar counter of the bar is made of black rock with a surface as smooth as a mirror. The bartender behind the bar is a mysterious old man. His eyes are cloudy, but his hands are not slow. The drinks he mixes are strange in color, exude a strange aroma, and sometimes emit wisps of light blue smoke.

"Ma'am, you ordered the Scarlet Harvest."

The old bartender politely handed the drink to the witch sitting opposite him. Based on his many years of experience, he knew that the lady opposite him was worth a lot of money and her identity should not be simple.

So he gave another reminder: "Madam, if I were you, I would be a little more careful."

Catherine was slightly startled, and following the old bartender's gaze, she saw the necklace around her neck.

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

Now Catherine finally understood why there were always some uninvited guests targeting her.

The old bartender wiped the glass and said, "You're welcome. I just don't want anything unpleasant to happen in my shop."

Catherine rubbed the necklace with her fingers, and the structure of the necklace changed, becoming like an ordinary self-defense amulet.

This move made the old bartender take a few more glances. He had to admit that although the lady in front of him was a little inexperienced, her strength should not be bad. Just this exquisite technique of attaching textures and forging magic structures was not something that an ordinary wizard with only killing on his mind could do.

So the old bartender said, "Can I know your name?"

Catherine picked up the blue wine glass in her hand and just took a sip when she heard the bartender's words and replied, "Do you have to use your real name to drink here?"

The old bartender said, "Of course not. I actually want to ask if you are interested in working for me, but before doing so, I want to get to know you better."

Catherine was slightly stunned.

The old bartender continued, "Based on my observations over the past few days, you should have just arrived in Abisovor. Did the person you were waiting for not show up? Or did something else go wrong? But no matter what the reason is, anyway..."

He paused, then continued, "It's dangerous to be here without a place to belong."

"You have a steady hand and a thorough understanding of the magic circle. You smell like residual medicine. Are you a potion master?"

Although the old bartender used questioning words, his tone was very firm.

Catherine was really surprised this time: "How did you know?"

In order to disguise herself, she had used cleansing magic on her body and even soaked it in cleansing potion. Theoretically, there shouldn't be much residue left.

The old bartender smiled slightly and did not answer the question. Instead, he continued, "Do you want to work here? Even if it's just to find a temporary place to stay for yourself, many of my secret recipes for brewing wine involve complex blending of medicinal materials. You can say that you are naturally suitable for potion masters."

"Besides, you should have heard of the legend of the Butterfly Dream Bar..."

Catherine nodded.

When the meeting place was set at the Dream Bar, Catherine had already learned the relevant information. Rumors that can make people experience another life are indeed interesting.

The old bartender looked into her brown eyes and said, "I can tell you, it's true. How do you think they did it?"

Catherine thought for a moment and replied, "Illusion?"

The old bartender shook his head. "If it was an illusion, the butterfly dream wouldn't be so precious. It's a kind of wine, or a special potion. It requires a combination of different wines and many other factors to achieve a sublimated effect."

After hearing this, Catherine had a vague guess in her mind: "Is it... a combination potion?"

The old bartender smiled, and the wrinkles on his old face smoothed out a lot. "Yes, I also think it is a combination potion, but I don't know the specific formula of this combination potion. I can only follow the ancient method passed down by the previous generation, repeating it clumsily, and occasionally seeing someone have a flash of inspiration and trigger the 'Butterfly Dream' state."

"People who have triggered the butterfly dream state have gained all kinds of benefits. Some can awaken another talent on top of their original talent. Some can jump two levels from a low-level wizard to a high-level wizard. Some are said to have mastered the embryonic form of a domain in the butterfly dream state..."

"These examples are well documented. Or, you can ask the guests here..."

As soon as the old bartender finished speaking, the guests who were listening carefully nearby began to speak up one after another, proving that sometimes people would trigger the butterfly dream state.

The cocooned wizard hanging at the door was actually the one who triggered the butterfly dream state, but he was unlucky and failed to break out of the cocoon. When the boss broke the cocoon from the outside, the inside had already become a mummy-like specimen.

However, there are also many successful cases of breaking out of the cocoon, and after success, many people have indeed reaped great rewards.

Many people have indeed seen this.

Moreover, the old bartender wanted to uncover the secret of Butterfly Dream Wine, so he also consulted many wizards who came here to admire it. Many of them had done special research on it, but unfortunately there was no result.

However, the potion master who had studied it before thought that this might be an ancient recipe, and it was cleverly used in the recipes for making various kinds of wine. However, as time went by, the various kinds of wine increased and decreased, which made the triggering of butterfly dreams less stable.

At this moment, a drunk customer nearby pricked up his ears and heard what the old bartender said. He immediately came over and said, "Old bartender, are you going to hire someone? Why? This little girl looks like a brat. What's the point of hiring her? You might as well hire me in."

The old bartender smiled and said, "Kayo, you have great abilities, but they are not suitable. This lady has a talent that you don't have."

The man called Kayo was rejected, but he was not surprised. He shrugged and said, "Then I will wait for your next recruitment."

He looked at Catherine and said contemptuously, "Humph, what kind of talent can a little girl like her have? The old bartender has made a mistake. I advise you to have some self-awareness and not make a mistake."

The old bartender smiled and shook his head, then casually poured a glass of wine from the oak barrel at the back, handed it to Kayo, and scolded him with a smile: "When will you change your contemptuous nature? If you could have been more patient in the beginning, why would you have fallen to this point now..."

Kayo was silent. Then he shook his head, picked up the glass of wine, and returned to his table: “Ha…hahahaha…”

The old bartender looked at Catherine: "Did that scare you?"

Catherine shook her head. "No. That guy named Kayo...what's up with him?"

The old bartender said nonchalantly, "It's just a classic story. Everyone thinks they are the protagonist. However, even if you are the protagonist, if you don't understand the principle of adapting to the environment, you will only end up dead... Let's not talk about him. What do you think?"

"If you work for me, you can ask me to reimburse you for the research materials. In addition, I can also give you a salary of 1000 gold coins every month. Believe me, this salary is definitely quite generous in the Chaos Hub."

Catherine thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that I can't do this for long?"

The old bartender nodded: "It's nothing, you can do it as long as you want. After all, my purpose is just to hope that you can study the relationship between butterflies and dreams. When you want to leave, you can just tell me."

Catherine has been staying in this bar for a few days. Since there is no suitable venue, she can't do anything and can only wait for the contact person to arrive.

She doesn't like the feeling of doing nothing, so now she is working temporarily at the Diemeng Bar, which gives her an opportunity to study Diemeng wine.

In addition, the contact person said that the Dream Bar is a relatively peaceful place in the Chaos Hub.

Catherine thought for a moment and said, "No problem, as long as you can provide me with a suitable potion operation room."

The old bartender nodded and waved his hand, and a hotel waiter came over and stood at the bar.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the operation room inside. I'm sure you'll be surprised. Although we look like a tavern, in fact, during the brewing process, our equipment is not available in many potion workshops..."

These words made Catherine look at him with a new eye.

It was indeed extraordinary to be able to say such a thing. The fact that a tavern was comparable to a potion workshop was incredible in itself. Ordinary taverns, let alone being comparable to a potion workshop, probably didn't even have many potion making equipment.

Catherine sighed sincerely: "No wonder the wine of Diemeng Tavern is famous..."

The old bartender smiled and waved his hand, motioning Catherine to follow him.

The tavern is prepared in the basement. Before entering, you will first pass through a long corridor. On both sides of the corridor are storage rooms for various types of alcohol and a lounge for employees...

Catherine was observing the rooms on both sides, and suddenly she seemed to sense something and looked straight ahead.

At the end of the corridor, there was a man waiting there.

Catherine looked at the man and felt that he was vaguely familiar, but when she looked again, she wondered if she was overthinking it. The man's figure was not like that...

Just as Catherine was puzzled, the old bartender beside her had a gloomy face.

His cheeks drooped, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he said in a calm tone: "This is a work area, guests are not allowed to enter. I don't know how you got in. I can only say that you are in the wrong place... Someone, someone, come!"

The old bartender's voice echoed in the corridor.

But there was no answer.

The old bartender snorted coldly: "I have to fire these lazy bastards. You're lucky, kid. Get out of here quickly. I can pretend you've never been here."

The man in the corridor walked over. He was wearing a large wizard robe and could not be seen clearly in the shadows. All he could hear was him saying jokingly, "The manager of the first generation of hunting megastructures, a mad wizard who secretly conducted cruel human experiments, a super criminal who successfully escaped from the strict supervision of the Inspectorate..."

The muscles at the corners of the old bartender's eyes twitched, and he used a lot of strength to control his eyes.

He simply couldn't believe that even after he escaped to the Chaos Nexus and changed his appearance, there were still people who could recognize him.

However, he quickly forced himself to calm down. The person in front of him was not the Supervisory Office, otherwise he would have been able to get the news. Nor was it the Special Investigation Bureau, as the members of the Special Investigation Bureau were at least a team of two people.

The old bartender said calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

The man came closer.

"You should understand what I am talking about, Morgo..."

The old bartender and Catherine saw the figure walking out of the darkness, and both of them showed surprised expressions on their faces.