Lord Of Leveling Up: Transmigrated Into A Game-Chapter 290: Aaron!
What Cold Sea Sect?
What are the ten forbidden grounds and their ten greatest treasures?
What treasures from the Heavenly Palace of the divine race?
Those were all weak to the max!
Everything in front of Maxwell was awesome to the extreme. They were all kinds of good things here and they were piled up like a mountain! Rows and columns of goods that one couldn’t see where they ended. Just how big was the national treasury of the Evans Kingdom?!
Shocked!
Maxwell was completely shocked by what was before his eyes.
Not only were there spiritual herbs, but there were also upgraded metals and martial techniques from many different races. As for equipment, there were many high-grade upgrade equipment all over the place!
Beast cores...
Upgrade Elements...
Maxwell was considered someone that has seen quite a bit in his life. The beast core mountain from the gnome race was already fierce to a complete mess, but it wasn’t considered much when compared to the one here. It’s possible that the combined value here wasn’t as high as the Beast Core Mountain, but this place still had a lot of different varieties and was all good stuff.
"Spirit grade herbs?"
"Ten thousand-year-old upgrade metals?"
"Martial techniques from the orc race?"
"..."
"Holy mother of God! Arthur, you are simply too wealthy!" Maxwell finally understood that no matter how rich one was, they couldn’t compare themselves to a nation. A nation will always be the richest of them all. Since the Evans Kingdom had been standing for ten thousand years, one could imagine how many treasures they had collected over that time period.
"I’m rich!"
"I’m rich!"
"I can take as much as I want so there’s no longer any fear of not having enough money, hahaha..." Maxwell started laughing excitedly. With so much good stuff, he could randomly pick a piece to sell outside and make a bunch. Was there a need to worry about not having enough money for the auction of Brenda’s mother’s estate?
Who the hell needs to concoct medicinal pills now?
Forging equipment my ass!
There was absolutely no need.
Maxwell was stepping on cloud nine! Just as he was about to harvest these goods, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.
An elderly looking guy with white eyebrows.
Appearing out of thin air and not a bit of aura was sensed. No matter what, Maxwell was a level 6 King ranker so he could still sense an Ancestor rank expert when they got close. But he didn’t detect even a hint of aura from this elderly person so did that mean he was an expert at the Venerate rank?
Maxwell didn’t dare to be rash and quickly said respectfully: "Old grandpa..."
Without waiting for him to finish...
The white-browed elder said: "I know already. Apart from the upgraded metals and spiritual herbs, you cannot touch anything else. Otherwise, you can just scram out of here right now."
After saying that, the elderly person just glanced at Maxwell before instantly disappearing again. A questioning voice then echoed through the large national treasury: "I really don’t understand what’s so special about this kid. Actually allowing him to enter the national treasury... humph!"
The tone of voice contained a trace of disdain.
Maxwell was stunned by this as his heart felt like it had shattered. He didn’t care how the elderly person appeared and could only feel pain from his words. "Upgrade metals and spiritual herbs... I cannot touch anything else. This... isn’t this similar to me sleeping on a bunch of money but cannot take any of it away?"
Maxwell cursed out in irritation but didn’t dare to make any rash moves. Entering the national treasury was already a heaven-defying matter, and allowing him to use any upgraded metals and spiritual herbs was already quite accommodating.
Maxwell didn’t dare to take a mile when given an inch.
He first examined all the spiritual herbs stacked on the shelves.
Immediately after...
Maxwell looked up the Pill Alchemy technique in the system interface and mumbled: "My proficiency is almost at level 5. I should raise that first and then see what medicinal pills I can concoct after that."
Upon making up his mind...
Maxwell didn’t waste any time.
He grabbed a bunch of low-grade spiritual herbs and sat down to start grinding.
He calmed down his mind.
Maxwell activated his Pill Alchemy technique and his mana started circulating. The mana inside the spiritual herb was slowly refined and the process was repeated for each item.
In less than half a minute...
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for your successful crafting."
"Proficiency +1."
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for your successful crafting."
"Proficiency +1."
The system continuously gave off notification tones.
Maxwell’s Pill Alchemy technique was very similar to the alchemy technique of this world. The only exception was his pill alchemy, which followed the training of Xiao Yan of Battle Through The Heavens and contained enhancements with attributes, time, speed, and purity.
The main difference was his way of crafting and concocting pills.
A few hours passed by.
Beside Maxwell was a pile of rabbit poop-like items. These were technically finished medicinal pills but because they were made from a single spiritual herb, their type and looks weren’t too pleasing to the eye. But the mana contained inside the medicinal pill was quite rich.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for your successful crafting."
"Proficiency +1."
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for levelling your Pill Alchemy Technique. Your current level is 5!"
Maxwell was a bit happy because of that. When he looked at the large pile of crafted spiritual herbs next to him, he blurted out: "Spiritual herbs at the 5th grade are sold outside for 10,000+ gold each and they are like cabbages here. Even my heart is somewhat aching from all this expenditure."
"But..."
"Even though my heart aches, it doesn’t really have anything to do with me."
"Now that I’ve reached level 5 in my Pill Alchemy, I should be able to handle grade 8 spiritual herbs right? I’ll try crafting some for now. If it doesn’t work, I will continue grinding my Pill Alchemy Technique to raise the level since this place has so many spiritual herbs anyway."
There was no need to fear failure here.
It wasn’t his money anyway and leaving them around here was such a waste.
If Arthur knew Maxwell’s thoughts, he would definitely die of heartache.
They were in a period of peace right now and these spiritual herbs weren’t of much use to the kingdom. If there were a sudden major war, then these spiritual herbs would become a stockpile of strategic materials that would be concocted into medicinal pills and distributed to the soldiers.
Maxwell was completely treating them as cabbage.
He got up and went towards the shelves with high-grade spiritual herbs and started to pick some out.
The moment he left...
The white-browed elder appeared at the spot where Maxwell was originally sitting.
He was frowning with an unhappy expression. "Wasteful; what a complete waste. Is he really treating the treasures of my kingdom as cabbage on the streets huh? What is that kid Arthur doing? He’s actually letting these kinds of people in here."
The elderly person was really annoyed.
Looking at a large pile of rabbit poop, the rage in his heart started blazing.
He coldly gave the pile a glance and wanted to leave, but his curiosity got him so he picked up one of them. After a brief examination, he said: "Is this even considered a medicinal pill?"
Saying the pill looked poorly made was an understatement.
Just when he was about to throw it away, his brows quivered. He sent out his spiritual senses and his expression turned to shock. "He stimulated all the mana inside the Five-colored Flower and then infused it with his own energy. Two different manas had perfectly fused together to display the Five-colored Flower’s utmost efficacy. And the potency of the medicine has been increased by at least two times. This medicinal pill’s grade is at least grade 5... no, maybe grade 6 or even reaching grade 7. But the medicinal property is only from a single herb..."
"This kid..."
The white-browed elder’s countenance became serious. "To craft a single spiritual herb to this level, most likely that person has reached rank 8 in his Pill Alchemy Technique. What kind of background does this kid have? Could it be that Arthur threw this kid into the national treasury just so I would meet him?"
For a brief moment...
The expression on the white-browed elder turned complicated.
At this moment...
Maxwell was carrying a large bundle of spiritual herbs while skipping back.
Seeing the white-browed elder again, Maxwell hid his expression before respectfully saying: "Hello, my name is Maxwell. What should I call you?"
The white-browed elder faintly smiled and said: "Interesting; rather interesting." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Immediately after...
The white-browed elder said: "My name is Aaron!"
Maxwell was startled as he felt like he had heard that name from somewhere before...
