Wizard: I have an inventory

Ryan was concentrating on thinking about the recent training arrangements, when he suddenly heard the two of them politely shouting, "Master, today's cleaning work has been completed."

The title of "Master" made Ryan frown slightly. He turned around and looked at the two maids, who were standing aside, holding rags in their hands, looking a little nervous. They bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for Ryan's instructions.

Ryan approached them, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "You don't have to call me Master."

The two maids were stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what Ryan meant. They looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Then...then how should I call you, Master?"

Ryan shook his head gently, and his smile deepened, "Just call me Master in the future. The title of 'Master' is too formal, and it sounds a little uncomfortable."

After listening to them, they showed a little surprise on their faces, and then smiled shyly, obviously happy with Ryan's generosity. The other maid nodded quickly, her face slightly reddened: "Okay, Master, we will remember it."

Ryan looked at the two of them and felt relieved. This kind of intimate address made him feel a little family warmth, rather than the alienated sense of distance.

"Well, don't be too reserved, just say it if you have something to say." Ryan patted their shoulders gently, his tone soft.

The two maids smiled and said in unison: "Okay, Master."

...

Live in Saili City for two months.

Ryan lay quietly in bed, and the pain in his body gradually eased. After that fierce battle, he had left a lot of hidden injuries in his body, and it took time to recover.

The sun shone through the curtains into the room, and the weak light made the dust in the air float. Although Ryan was recovering from his injuries, his mind was not idle.

He had several bottles of herbal ingredients for the tranquilizer at hand, and several manuscripts of the potion formula were spread out on the desk. Ryan is deducing and improving this potion. His goal is to improve its proficiency to perfection and increase the solidification rate of [Cassiterite Crucible] to 100%.

As the deduction deepens, Ryan constantly simulates the subtle changes of the potion in his mind. Every step in the potion making flashes through his mind: the precise extraction of herbs, the injection of magic energy, the adjustment of the stirring speed... Every step is repeatedly scrutinized by him to find the most perfect ratio.

"A little blue crystal flower can enhance the durability of the potion, but to better release the magic in it, it may be necessary to add a small amount of magic ore powder..."

Ryan whispered to himself, his fingers running over the words on the manuscript, and his mind was highly concentrated. His thoughts were like countless lines intertwined together. After rounds of deduction, the idea of ​​improving the potion became clearer and clearer.

After several days of continuous thinking and experimentation, Ryan finally reached the perfect state of making a tranquilizer potion. He smiled confidently and finished the last bottle of tranquilizer potion, observing its clear liquid and feeling the magic energy flowing in it.

Now, this potion can not only help him calm his mind, but also speed up the recovery of his injuries.

With only three materials and no professional alchemy utensils, Ryan accomplished what seemed impossible by relying on his past knowledge.

Touching [Nat's Experiment Notes], since Ryan's proficiency in the four potions that met the equipment conditions reached perfection, [Nat's Experiment Notes] was successfully equipped.

He clearly felt that his talent in the field of pharmacists had improved significantly, and many potion problems that were previously unsolvable now seemed to be easily solved in his mind.

He recalled the past refining process, from the initial awkwardness to the current ease. Every time he refined a potion, his technique became more and more precise, and the fusion of the magic power in his body and the herbs became more natural and smooth.

Even in some difficult formulas, Ryan can quickly find the best herbal ratio by intuition and adjust the best state of the liquid medicine in the shortest time.

"Is this the effect of improving the pharmacist's talent? I feel like I can really be called a genius pharmacist."

Only four of the nine slots in the inventory are currently occupied. As the mental power increases, the slots opened will also increase. Ryan's talent and knowledge will be strengthened far beyond imagination.

Just as he was thinking, two maids quietly walked into the room, intending to make his bed. They have been taking good care of Ryan since he was injured, but recently, they gradually felt the mysterious power emanating from Ryan, which made their bodies feel slightly uncomfortable.

Ryan noticed their arrival and noticed their physical reactions. After in-depth practice, his wizard power is increasing, and this power has invisibly produced a kind of radiation that has an impact on the physique of ordinary humans.

If the body is not transformed, these two maids will probably be hurt if they stay with him for a long time.

And the physique of ordinary people can't stand the toss!

Ryan slowly sat up, looked up at them, and said in a gentle tone: "Come here, I want to make some adjustments to your bodies."

The maids looked at each other. Although they were confused, they had already trusted Ryan, so they didn't ask any more questions and walked gently to his side. Ryan stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the shoulder of one of the maids, and gentle magic flowed into her body.

"I will transform your bodies and let you adapt to my power. It won't be painful, it will just make your bodies stronger." Ryan explained.

With the influx of magic, the maids' bodies began to undergo subtle changes. Ryan used his witchcraft to strengthen their physiques, enhancing their physical toughness and resistance, especially their resistance to magic.

The maids' skin became more delicate and tight under his transformation, and their internal functions were adjusted to the best state. In just a few minutes, their bodies had adapted to the magic radiation from Ryan, as if they had an extra layer of invisible protection.

After the transformation was completed, the maids felt unprecedented ease and comfort in their bodies. They raised their hands in surprise, feeling the feeling of full power in their bodies.

"Master... are you a wizard?" One of the maids asked in a low voice, her eyes full of surprise and awe.

Ryan nodded, his tone calm: "Yes, I am a wizard. But don't worry, I won't hurt you."

After hearing this, the surprise on the faces of the two maids gradually turned into respect and even worship. They stood in front of Ryan respectfully and whispered, "Master. Thank you for everything you have done for us."

Before being captured and becoming slaves, the two maids were descendants of nobles. Of course, they vaguely remembered the power of wizards. They instantly understood the strange behavior of the young master lying in bed for more than ten hours every day, with a flushed face, and then suddenly sitting up to write and draw.

"That must be the wizard exchanging knowledge from another world!"

The nobles have been reading wizard novels and picture books since they were young, and there are often scenes of wizards communicating deeply with powerful people from other worlds...

Ryan smiled slightly and looked at them with satisfaction in his heart. This respect is not because of fear, but because of trust and gratitude. He knew that they would be the most reliable helpers around him in the future.

It's a pity that they don't have the qualifications of wizards, otherwise it would be good to teach them some potion knowledge as a little assistant.

"Okay, bring me my training clothes and iron sword."

"Yes."