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For Lin Ruo, collecting and preparing the supplementary ingredients for the Judge potion was naturally not a difficult task.
However, even so, due to the scarcity of relevant Materials on the market—Lin Ruo reasonably suspected this was the Loen Military's doing—Lin Ruo still took a few days to gather all the supplementary ingredients.
At the same time, during these past few days, Klein, besides his daily studies, finally completely digested his Magician potion. It took him a total of two months and five days, which, compared to others who often take at least half a year even with the Acting Method, truly cannot be called anything but Genius.
And so, the two individuals on the verge of advancement entered the newly set-up alchemy laboratory at Sherlock's Detective Agency together.
"Should I drink the potion first, or you?" Lin Ruo leaned casually on a chair, looking at Klein beside him, and asked with a smile.
"You go first… But is it really okay to directly drink a Sequence 6 potion?" Klein naturally wouldn't argue about who goes first in such matters; he just looked at Lin Ruo with a subtle and somewhat worried expression.
He knew Lin Ruo was currently only Sequence 9, and he also knew Lin Ruo intended to directly drink a Sequence 6 potion to become a Judge. Although logic told Klein that since Lin Ruo dared to do it, there shouldn't be any problem, emotionally, Klein was still worried about Lin Ruo's behavior, which, from an occult perspective, looked like courting death.
This feeling was like watching your good friend go skydiving; although you know there's likely no problem, you still hold your breath as you watch your friend jump out of the plane.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Ordinary people doing this would be courting death, but I'm not an ordinary person. Drinking potions is like drinking water, you know." Lin Ruo smiled and gently reassured him.
Hearing this, Klein's expression relaxed a bit, but it became even more subtle, and he couldn't help but retort, "Drinking potions is like drinking water… Are you really not the Creator?"
"Strictly speaking, even the Creator doesn't have the ability to drink potions like water. Of course, I'm referring to the City of Silver Creator." Lin Ruo said earnestly, then took out the Materials needed for the Judge potion from a metal box and began skillfully preparing the potion according to the process.
When all the steps were completed, a richly colored potion, looking like a blooming metal flower melting in water, appeared in Lin Ruo's hand.
"This looks quite rough on the throat… Tsk." Lin Ruo held the Judge potion in one hand and pinched his chin with the other, looking at the Judge potion in the cup, which looked more like a work of art than something drinkable. He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and gulped down the entire cup of potion.
How to describe the taste of the Judge potion? It was like swallowing cold metal, and also like something exploding on the taste buds. Lin Ruo's expression froze, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed the Judge potion.
Can't spit, can't spit, no matter how bad it tastes, can't spit!
—Why does each potion taste worse than the last? After so many years, has no one thought of improving the taste of potions?
Lin Ruo was puzzled.
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And after this extremely unpalatable potion was swallowed, Lin Ruo once again felt the familiar daze, followed by what seemed to be a scene unfolding before his eyes, though slightly blurry, as if through a layer of smoke.
This seemed to be in a study. Lin Ruo's gaze swept around, and everywhere he looked were asymmetrical decorations that could drive an obsessive-compulsive person crazy, so distinctive that one could tell at a glance that this place was likely related to a certain Black Emperor.
Lin Ruo 'tsk'ed' in his heart, then found himself standing in front of a table, and behind the table, a mature and handsome middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes was squinting at him, exuding an aura of authority that even ordinary high-Sequence Beyonders couldn't resist, with a string of black prayer beads in his hand.
And the 'him' in the memory was clearly oblivious to this authority, his gaze drifting, seemingly lost in thought.
"Sir Lin, do you remember what you promised me?"
The middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes spoke, his voice deep and mellow, his authority growing stronger.
Lin Ruo felt that the other party might, probably, perhaps, be a little angry, and at the same time, he was sure he felt a sense of guilt from himself.
"Cough…" Lin Ruo heard himself cough lightly, and said, with an air of unrighteousness that was still confident, "Solomon, haven't I already come back? It didn't take too long, did it?"
"Is this a matter of time?" Solomon suddenly slammed the prayer beads in his hand onto the table with a "Pa—", the anger in his voice growing colder.
"You know how dangerous the cosmos is, yet you dared to drag Bethel with you. Are you trying to court death?"
"Sir Lin, look into my eyes and answer me, what exactly were you thinking?"
Lin Ruo: …
Oh, this!
Cosmos? Bethel? Holy crap!
Lin Ruo felt that the information in that statement might be a bit too much.
And the Lin Ruo in the memory, facing Solomon's interrogation, gave a guilty smile and said, "I didn't really go to the cosmos… I just looked from afar."
"Heh." Solomon sneered, still looking at him coldly, "You looked from afar, and then almost got caught by the Desire cassava? If you hadn't just looked from afar, would you have wanted to bear a child for it?"
I am not, I did not, don't talk nonsense!
Thinking of a certain sanity-dropping cassava, Lin Ruo instantly denied it three times in his heart, and at the same time, he was curious about what kind of huge mistake his past self in the memory had made.
This sounds even braver than Roselle!
Just as he thought this, Lin Ruo heard his past self in the memory say:
"Alright, I admit, I was wrong, I repent, I shouldn't have run off to the cosmos, I won't do it next time…"
The tone was sincere, the words earnest, sounding quite genuine.
As for whether it was "actively admit mistakes, dare to do it next time," that remained unknown.
"You… Sigh." Solomon seemed to want to say something more, but in the end, he just sighed helplessly.
He looked at Lin Ruo, then waved his hand somewhat impatiently and said, "I hope you mean what you say… Go find Alistair. He's already handled a month's worth of official duties for you. As a teacher, you can't just dump everything on your student."
Lin Ruo could feel his past self's expression instantly freeze, and a few seconds later, he said weakly:
"Oh…"
His past self in the memory seemed to be planning to leave, but before turning around, he remembered something, took out a pile of items from a ring that seemed to be a spatial artifact, and placed them on Solomon's desk.
"Special spiritual Ore from the depths of the Spirit World. I remember you seemed to need this recently, so I brought it back for you when I saw it."
His past self in the memory said so, then left the study without a word.
As for Solomon's expression upon receiving the gift, Lin Ruo didn't know. He just blinked, following his past self as he moved through this palace, where asymmetry was evident everywhere, and finally entered a room.
"Lil Alista, I'm back from my trip, and I brought you a gift!"
Lin Ruo heard himself say this, his cheerful tone as if he hadn't just been scolded at all.
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