The Rise of the Fallen Prodigy

After a while, the sound of somewhat hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Before entering the room, the voice arrived first: "Mr. Davis, Ignatius failed to greet you earlier. Please forgive my offense."

There was no need to guess. It was undoubtedly Ignatius.

The door was pushed open, and Ignatius, dressed in splendid clothes, stepped forward with a smile on his face and said to Liam Smith, "I've kept Mr. Davis waiting. I apologize for my rudeness."

"It doesn't matter. Master Ignatius has many affairs to attend to. I understand," said the old man.

"Thank you, Mr. Davis, for your understanding."

The young man beside them was already stunned. Having worked in the auction house for many years, he had never seen Master Ignatius behave like this towards someone. At the moment, he was even more curious about the identity of "Mr. Davis".

After Ignatius exchanged a few words with "Mr. Davis", the young man also came to his senses.

He bowed to Ignatius respectfully and said, "Your disciple greets you, Master."

At this moment, Ignatius didn't care about a mere disciple. He waved his hand and said, "You may leave. I will personally entertain Mr. Davis."

Although the young man was surprised, he didn't dare to disobey Master Ignatius's order. He nodded and said, "Your disciple will do as you command."

After saying this, he took another look at "Mr. Davis" and then exited the room.

After the young disciple left, Ignatius smiled and asked, "I wonder what it is that Mr. Davis has summoned me here for?"

Alistair looked a bit embarrassed and cleared his throat. He said, "The thing is, I previously auctioned off an item, this very Soul-Gathering Elixir."

After saying this, Alistair motioned for Liam Smith to point at the Soul-Gathering Elixir on the table.

Ignatius glanced at the Soul-Gathering Elixir and looked somewhat puzzled. "And then?" he asked.

"I'm ashamed to say that I don't have enough Soul crystals on me, so..." Alistair hesitated.

Ignatius was no fool and quickly understood the general situation. It turned out that he was asked to come here to help.

However, Ignatius was even more confused about what "Mr. Davis" wanted the Soul-Gathering Elixir for.

He tentatively asked, "Forgive my rudeness, but may I ask what Mr. Davis plans to do with this Soul-Gathering Elixir? I think with Mr. Davis's cultivation, you don't need an elixir of this kind, do you?"

Alistair had already expected Ignatius to ask this question. He pretended to be helpless and said, "Naturally, I don't need this kind of elixir, but my disciple does."

"Disciple?" Ignatius was slightly startled. He didn't expect that "Mr. Davis" had a disciple. In this case, it made sense that he had bid for the Soul-Gathering Elixir.

However, Ignatius raised a new question. "Mr. Davis, aren't you a pharmacist? With your attainments in the art of refining elixirs, why do you need to buy this Soul-Gathering Elixir at the auction house?"

"Who told you that I'm a pharmacist?" Alistair said, both amused and annoyed.

"Mr. Davis isn't a pharmacist?" Ignatius looked surprised. "Then what about Mr. Davis's Soul Spirit potion nostrum?"

"Oh, I picked it up by the roadside when I had nothing to do in the past," Alistair said casually.

Ignatius didn't believe this explanation at all. Picked it up by the roadside? Why can't I ever find such things? I'm afraid even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe such a story.

Although he thought this in his heart, Ignatius said, "I didn't expect Mr. Davis to have such good luck. Ignatius truly envies you."

"Don't be envious. I asked you here to discuss whether it's possible to put it on the account for now. I'll pay back the Soul crystals immediately when I have them in hand," Alistair said indifferently.

Ignatius's face looked a bit unpleasant. "I'm sorry, but that really won't work. The auction house has its rules."

"Just as I thought," Alistair chuckled. "Then I'll have to use something as collateral."

As soon as Alistair mentioned using something as collateral, Ignatius's eyes lit up. Through several interactions, Ignatius knew that the "Mr. Davis" in front of him had many valuable things.

Alistair signaled Liam Smith to take out the cyan profound elixir elixir prescription and hand it to Ignatius. "This is a Grade Four elixir cyan profound elixir elixir prescription. Master Ignatius, do you think it can be used as collateral?"

Ignatius's face froze, and his heart was already in turmoil with shock.

The simple words "Grade Four elixir" carried a weight of a thousand catties in Ignatius's heart.

In the entire Silvermoon Valley, Third level elixirs were already extremely rare. He never expected that a Grade Four elixir prescription would appear in front of him this time. His hands couldn't help but tremble a little.

He took a glance. The elixirs recorded on it were extremely rare. Presumably, not many of them could be found in the entire Silvermoon Valley, and the refining methods were also extremely profound. With his cultivation as a third Class Pharmacist, he couldn't understand them for a moment.

Liam Smith snatched back the cyan profound elixir elixir prescription, and Alistair spoke up. "Master Ignatius, you haven't answered my question yet."

Ignatius then came to his senses, swallowed hard, and said, "If the elixir prescription in Mr. Davis's hand is genuine, then there's no problem at all."

"What? From what you said, it seems you suspect that I'm using a fake elixir prescription to deceive you?" Alistair said, looking slightly annoyed.

Ignatius quickly explained, "Of course not. It's just that I'm lacking in knowledge and can't discern the value of this elixir prescription. I'm afraid the price might not be fair."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"To be honest with Mr. Davis, this Grade Four elixir prescription has only appeared a few times in the Silvermoon Valley. Every time, our auction house invites high Level pharmacists to appraise it. If Mr. Davis doesn't mind, in a few months, there will be pharmacists from the imperial capital visiting our auction house. At that time, we will naturally be able to give Mr. Davis a reasonable price."

"A few months? That's so long?"

"Of course, if Mr. Davis trusts our auction house, you can leave the elixir prescription with us for now, take the Soul-Gathering Elixir back and give it to your outstanding disciple to take. When the price is determined in a few months, you can pay our auction house the Soul crystals," Ignatius suggested.

Ignatius's suggestion was indeed a win-win solution, and Alistair had no other choice. Judging from Ignatius's attitude, if he didn't leave the elixir prescription, he probably wouldn't be able to take the Soul-Gathering Elixir either.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble your esteemed establishment," Liam Smith handed the elixir prescription to Ignatius again.

Ignatius took the elixir prescription and suppressed the urge in his heart. "Mr. Davis, what are you saying? This is what we should do."

After saying this, he turned around, picked up the Soul-Gathering Elixir, and handed it to Liam Smith. "This Soul-Gathering Elixir now belongs to Mr. Davis."

Liam Smith took the Soul-Gathering Elixir and put it into a wooden box in his storage bag.

Alistair said indifferently, "Since the matter here is settled, I won't stay any longer."

"I'll see Mr. Davis out," Ignatius said accordingly.

"I'm sorry to trouble Master Ignatius."

"You're welcome. It's only right."

"..."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries as they walked.

Thus, Liam Smith left the auction house accompanied by Ignatius, and then Liam Smith headed all the way towards the Smith family.

After seeing Liam Smith off, Ignatius touched the cyan profound elixir elixir prescription in his arms and turned to walk back into the auction house.

In a quiet small courtyard, Ignatius gently knocked on the door of a room with the lights on.

A middle-aged man's voice, as sonorous as a bell, came from inside: "Come in."

Ignatius pushed the door open and entered. He bowed respectfully to the person in the room and said, "Your subordinate greets you, Master."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities. Master, you must have something urgent to report if you've come here late at night, right?"

"Your subordinate indeed has something to report," Ignatius said. "Master, he's come again."

"Oh? What's the situation?" The person called "Master" paused and asked.

Ignatius took out the elixir prescription from his bosom and handed it to the middle-aged man. "This is the cyan profound elixir elixir prescription he gave."

"Cyan profound elixir?" The middle-aged man's body stiffened slightly, and he quickly took it and examined it carefully.

After a moment, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and asked, "What do you think? Is this elixir prescription genuine or fake?"

"Your subordinate thinks he has no reason to deceive us. Moreover, based on my feeling, this must be a genuine elixir prescription without a doubt," Ignatius said.

"We'll discuss this matter later. There will be an answer in a few months," the middle-aged man said with his hands behind his back. "At that time, that person will personally check it, and the truth will be revealed immediately."

"You're right, Master. That's exactly what I think too," Ignatius said.

The middle-aged man didn't speak but just pondered to himself. He murmured, "Who on earth is he? Why haven't I discovered such a person in the Silvermoon Valley before?"

"Should we send someone to investigate him?"

"No need. He can easily destroy your Soul Power. Sending any number of people to investigate will be useless. Our auction house can't afford to provoke him for now. For now, we can only maintain a good relationship with him and not let him have any dissatisfaction with our auction house," the middle-aged man said.

"Yes," Ignatius said. "Then what should we do with this elixir prescription?"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Since we've accepted it, we naturally can't let anything go wrong with it. You should know the importance of the cyan profound elixir. If those old men find out about it, they might even want to join forces and overturn our auction house."

"You're right, Master. In that case, it's most appropriate for you to keep this elixir prescription," Ignatius said.

The middle-aged man nodded, put the elixir prescription directly into his bosom, and continued to ask, "What was his purpose for coming to the auction this time?"

"I'm not sure. But he bought a Soul-Gathering Elixir and said it was for his disciple to take," Ignatius replied.

"Disciple? Who is his disciple?"

"I don't know. He refused to reveal it."

"You give the order later. Tell them to keep an eye on all the strangers who have appeared in the Silvermoon Valley recently, especially those who are an old man and a young person," the middle-aged man said.

"As you command," Ignatius said respectfully. "By the way, Master, according to what he said himself, he's not a pharmacist."

"Not a pharmacist?" The middle-aged man's face became somewhat complicated, and he said gravely, "In that case, things might not be as simple as we thought."

"Should we inform the people from the three great families and the City Lord's Mansion?" Ignatius asked.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he showed a smile. "No need. We can just let them test his true strength. If any of them accidentally offends him, there will be a good show to watch."

Ignatius immediately understood the profound meaning of the middle-aged man's words and gave a thumbs-up. "Master, you've really thought this through. If any of them offends him, it will be very interesting."

A cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he said indifferently, "Those families deserve to suffer a little."

"If there's nothing else, your subordinate will take his leave," Ignatius said.

"Go ahead," the middle-aged man said indifferently. "Remember to sort out all the things related to his visit to our auction house and see if there's any breakthrough."

"Your subordinate understands."

The middle-aged man didn't say anything more but just waved his hand at Ignatius.

Ignatius naturally understood, bowed slightly, and then turned and left.

The middle-aged man's eyes sparkled with spirit and light, and he said to himself, "It seems that the Silvermoon Valley is going to be in turmoil."