The Magic Power System
Chapter#45. A Small Bottle of Potion.
And so what Orion needed right now was a rare and undiscovered magic herb in this land.
It is said that in the opposite country there is an Alchemist who is able to create ‘Psyche‘, a herb that can destroy negative creatures or spirits from the body without causing risk in the future.
But, of course there is a very expensive price to pay for it. This alchemist would also not accept just anyone, nor just money. He will only make a request if the prospective customer is willing to comply with his wishes, and that is usually very difficult to do.
In short, he gave such a high price for a small bottle of potion because from the beginning he really did not want to make the request.
Orion himself has never met or seen the face of this Alchemist who is often glorified. Even his name was like something that should not be mentioned, strictly prohibited, a taboo for society.
But this Alchemist was very famous among the witches. Therefore Orion will try to meet him and ask for help, no matter how expensive the cost is needed.
[You don't have to spend money to find that Alchemist Sir. ]
"Lau what should I do. You've been quiet all this time not helping me!" orion's annoyance at the system.
[Since all this time you can solve everything without the help of the system. I showed up because indeed this time master needs me. ]
"You! Ah, stop!"
Their conversation really stopped.
Tok Tok's.
He had not yet answered, the person behind the door had already entered without further ado.
Ah, the woman apparently.
Beatrice closed the door until she heard a 'click' sound and smiled faintly at the Head of Academics. The wavy-haired woman in bright red approached Orion's desk, then rested her body with both hands on the table until now the heads of both were aligned.
At once, to tempt the man by displaying a cleavage that swears behind the dress he was wearing.
Orion also admitted that if this woman is really very attractive, her mature beauty is able to make any man drunk. He himself was tempted, but he would no longer step and fall into the same hole.
It never will.
“Why did you come here?” ask
Orion with a low tone, tends to be indifferent. His attention shifted to the report papers piling up on the table blatantly, making Beatrice growled as her teasing turned out to be ignored.
“You kept confining yourself in this narrow room, even lately I saw you always drowning in your own thoughts. Is something bothering you? Can I help?” beatrice asked as if she cared.
“No.”
“Ah, really?” Beatrice covered her mouth with one hand, acting as if she was shocked. Extremely fake, anyone could see such a clearly imprinted falsehood. After all, the woman also seemed to have done it intentionally.
“But I can help you to take a break for a moment, how?” His wiggly fingers stroked Orion's face so slowly.
Orion understood the signal given by the woman, but he had promised himself to no longer make the same mistake. Then he put away the hand of Beatrice who was in front of his face smoothly.
“You don't have to bother. Ah, if you really want to help me, I have one task for you.”
Beatrice frowned, not liking the idea. “What is it?”
Orion took out a file from the drawer and handed it to the seductress in front of him.
“Can you go deal with the problems that are here? There is a district in chaos as unidentified moggarts attack people's homes at night. Bring the creature here alive.”
“Oh come on, is that right? Why should I do that, I can help you with something else. For example if you need a friend for night—”
“Because I believe you can handle it,
Beatrice.”
The woman fell silent. Her expression still showed her annoyed but, Orion knew this woman was affected by her words.
“Huh,” the woman sighed resignedly. “Alright, I'll do it for you. But...,” Beatrice deliberately walked around the table and stood right beside Orion's chair. His body bowed, then whispered something into the man's ear.
“I hope you prepare a reward once I make it back and bring the creature before your eyes.”
THE CUP!
He kissed Orion's cheek, making the man gasp in shock and immediately throw his face away. Orion chose to ignore Beatrice who smirked happily.
Orion stood up and walked forward, to cast his magic on a leaf. The dauh will call to him whom he wills.
He dropped something, and Beatrice saw a small piece of paper fall in front of the table. There is an inscription that he believes is Orion's handwriting.
The woman immediately removed her high heels and clamped the paper with two toes and put them in before she put them back on. Not long after, someone knocked on the door and went inside.
Beatrice again put on her previous expression.
“Floyd?"
"Floyd, you go accompany Beatrice to this place.” Orion handed over the documents that Beatrice had just put back on the table.
“Hah? I have to go with him?!” beatrice did not accept it.
Flyod himself was actually not very fond of the fact that Orion called him, but he still knew himself to fulfill the call of their chairman.
Plus the presence of Beatrice in the room alone with Orion increasingly makes the heat of his chest. However, what he had just heard now somehow seemed to make all the irritation he had felt evaporate somehow.
“You will get a lot of help from him, you two are suitable for this task.”
“Tapi—”
“Good, I will carry out your duties well.” Finally Flyod smiled brightly, he glanced towards Beatrice with a bright face.
“You can go now.”
“But I— hey, off! I'm still talking about something with Mr. Orion!" beatrice squealed from the embrace of Flyod.
“It's enough Bee, he has ordered us to go now.”
Orion simply stared flat at the sight of Beatrice being forcefully drawn by Flyod and once the shadows of the two were no longer visible from behind the door, he let out a rough sigh and leaned back in his chair.
Exhausted, that was what Orion was feeling right now.
His mind was so raging, he deliberately put the two of them in the same task to keep both of them away from his sight even if only for a while. Two very troublesome people, he thought.
Once again, Orion gripped the hair with both hands.
Seriate