Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1567 - 540: Super Evolution Potion

Everton soon stepped into a vast, enclosed room located at the deepest section of the hall.

He at last comprehended the reason for the uncertain look on his head Potion Master's face.

Before his eyes lay a colossal, twisted, and menacing creature that, no matter how one viewed it, hardly retained the elegant and stunning form of a dragon.

Right now, this creature possessed five heads, yet just one seemed proper; the other four were either malformed or withered, serving like simple decorations encircling the main one.

Heads in five varied forms.

Yet utterly unlike the well-formed heads of a true Multi-Headed Dragon.

The scales covering its form looked like a jumbled artist's board, with patches of red here, green there, randomly splashed across its skin without any appeal.

The sole impressive aspect was that, despite bearing the power signatures of a juvenile dragon, it now rivaled that of a mature Giant Dragon.

No, it surpassed even a grown Five-Colored Giant Dragon in strength.

Furthermore, Everton sharply observed that, as the creature greedily devoured some unidentified savage flesh, its power signatures were surging upward rapidly.

This made Everton ponder intensely, and moments later, he turned to inquire, "Lunfrell, why has it turned out this way?"

"Uh... I figure it's due to the overpowering side effects from the latest Super Evolution Potion, so..."

"Even a mighty dragon can't endure it? Then what's the point of creating such a potion? Do you believe I could handle it?" Everton squinted his eyes, gazing sternly at his Chief Potion Master, Lunfrell.

"This... Your Highness, crafting new potions involves ongoing trials; at the very least, we're nearly there, aren't we?"

"See, isn't it stunning?" Lunfrell flushed and defended with fervor.

Stunning?

Everton cast a look at the misshapen monster nearby, then at the similarly warped and unattractive Lunfrell at his side, feeling at a loss for words inwardly.

Nevertheless, regardless of Lunfrell's hunched back, slanted neck, slanted gaze, and foul breath, one couldn't deny his status as a supreme Potion Master—the whole Empire lacked anyone else with such Alchemy talent.

That's precisely why he employed Lunfrell.

"Fine, what do you intend by presenting this to me?" Everton gestured toward the twisted creature in front of him.

"Your Highness, though it's unsightly, I guarantee you, with its present swift development pace, provided it gets sufficient sustenance, it could hit the late Epic stage of an aged dragon in under a week."

"Naturally, the price is steep; its remaining life, I'd say, amounts to just decades, perhaps only a handful."

"Perhaps you might consider binding it as a servant?" Lunfrell proposed.

"Bind it? Are you a fool?"

"On what event would I deploy something like this?" Everton questioned, staring at him as if he were dim-witted.

"But... Look, it's so striking, and its might is immense; it'd be a shame to eliminate it." Lunfrell remarked with sorrow.

"If you want to retain it, then hold onto it temporarily, just to study the potion's impacts, even if it means squandering some provisions. Still, you must accelerate your experiments; I won't tolerate endless delays!" After reflecting, Everton consented, deeming it wise to boost his underling's drive.

"Fear not, Your Highness, I'll deliver the enhanced Super Evolution Potion before long." Lunfrell, profoundly touched, thumped his gaunt chest firmly.

"At this point, I've got a few promising directions, and I intend to boost the Elf Blood Essence ratio in the next batch."

"Excellent, I'm eager for your positive updates." Everton gave a nod.

…

Two full days had elapsed.

Over on Viscount Hamadi's end, the probe was advancing with great zeal. Back at base, he swiftly secured robust backing from his boss, Marquis Roys, nearly rallying every Federation agent in the capital city of Tamriel.

Regrettably, though, no solid intelligence had surfaced as of yet.

Only a single day remained from the three-day deadline he'd pledged, leaving Viscount Hamadi in a foul temper.

In the end, he'd vowed to Lord Rein right there; failing this task would tarnish how Lord Rein saw him and question the Federation's reliability.

"Still nothing?" Hamadi glared discontentedly at a nearby agent.

"My lord, nothing so far."

"That Prince Everton and his aide Buchanan have scarcely ventured outside the estate lately. The prince's sole trip out was two days back, for a session at the Imperial Palace."

"As we noted earlier, if the hidden facility sits at some spot, our best shot is tracking their actions to uncover it." The agent relayed.

"Stuck inside the estate, with just one palace visit? Hearing this, Hamadi creased his brow and started mulling it over.

"The Imperial Palace? Doubtful, since potion-making demands supplies, and hauling them would prove too bulky."

"The estate?"

"Exactly, didn't you track key imperial royals in the past? Got any of those watch reports left?" Hamadi queried.

"Indeed."

"Bring me the watch files on this Second Prince."

"Right away, my lord."

Hamadi promptly got handed a hefty stack of papers towering half a meter tall.