After busying himself in the laboratory for two hours, Herag had a pure white solution in his hands that looked like milk.

"High-quality Giant Hammer Potion."

Herag calculated that at the current pace, spending ten hours a day, he could craft five portions of the Giant Hammer Potion.

In ten days, he could complete fifty portions of the Giant Hammer Potion, but Herag did not intend to submit them so early and planned to deliver them on the thirteenth or fourteenth day, which was most appropriate.

For the next half month, Herag was immersed in potion crafting within the laboratory.

During this period, apart from eating and meditating, he was focused on alchemy.

Chatiya assumed the role of a housemaid, responsible for delivering meals to Herag in the laboratory every day and assisting with things such as preparing baths and changing clothes.

Herag, with a mischievous streak, prepared several maid outfits for Chatiya, equipped with both black and white stockings, allowing her to mix and match as she pleased.

Initially, Chatiya was a bit shy, but gradually she got used to it, realizing that there were only a few people in the castle.

Lennon was mainly stationed at the castle gate as a guard, so Mary and Chatiya interacted more, jointly taking care of Herag's daily life.

Chatiya still couldn't enter the laboratory but could move freely within certain areas designated by Herag in the inner castle.

Every day during mealtime, she would bring the food prepared by Mary outside the laboratory, and when evening came, she would collect the lunch plates as she brought dinner.

Holding a tray, Chatiya indeed exuded some maid-like qualities, though her overly refined face and temperament didn't quite match the role of a maid.

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"Mr. Blake, the fifty portions of the Giant Hammer Potion are done." Herag let out a sigh of relief, looking exhausted.

Mr. Blake glanced at the crate of Giant Hammer Potions and then at Herag's fatigued expression, nodding, "You've worked hard. In just fourteen days, completing fifty portions of the Giant Hammer Potion is truly impressive. I'll apply to the family for an appropriate reward for you."

Herag waved his hand, "The reward doesn't matter, as long as it helps get through the tough times. If more crafting is needed, I can continue."

"No need, no need, you've greatly accelerated the task progress. Take a good rest during this period," Mr. Blake said.

Herag nodded and then dragged his weary body back to the castle.

Upon returning to his bedroom, the exhaustion in Herag's eyes vanished in an instant.

Given his current physical condition, it was impossible for such work to tire him; he was naturally feigning it.

Exhaustion, for sure, but not as severe as necessary.

With the aid of Shenlan, he could naturally exhibit a fatigued state, perfect in every detail, so Mr. Blake wouldn't doubt him at all.

Herag deliberately acted so exhausted because it matched his capability and potion level; otherwise, seeming completely unaffected would be too unusual.

Secondly, by appearing a bit tired and woeful, Mr. Blake would naturally strive to get him more benefits.

With effort comes reward; he couldn't appear too unburdened, or else he would likely be assigned more tasks next time.

Herag, with his rich corporate experience, understood the principle of "the more capable, the more work" deeply.

"Chatiya, come over and give me a massage."

Herag lay down on the bed, pretending to be extremely tired.

"Yes, my lord." Chatiya, always standing by playing the maid's role, quickly approached upon hearing Herag's command.

Chatiya removed her shoes, revealing her feet in black stockings. She knelt beside Herag, using her hands to massage him.

A soothing and refreshing fragrance wafted over, making Herag feel very comfortable.

Over this period, Chatiya had fully mastered the Sivir Language, capable of daily conversations with Herag and Mary without any trace of her being an elf.

Of course, Chatiya's appearance still clearly bore the distinctive features of an elf.

"How is your study of Herbalism and Magic Potion coming along?" Herag asked, eyes closed, enjoying the girl's massage.

Chatiya replied softly, "I'm more than halfway through learning Herbalism, probably needing another three days. After completing that, I'll start on Magic Potion studies. My lord, I'll work even harder."

"Alright, be sure to inform me before you start Magic Potion studies. I need to instruct you on some experimental norms and standards, which are crucial entry-level knowledge for learning Magic Potion," Herag said.

Chatiya knelt on the bed with her legs in an M shape, answering, "Yes, my lord."

Herag certainly planned to teach her the standards and norms of experiments first, which are extremely important. These were the first lessons Larry taught him.

In magic potion experiments, various standards and norms need to be followed, all summarized from numerous tragic lessons.

As Herag's potential magic potion experiment assistant, Chatiya must grasp and understand these standards and norms, which are even more important than the knowledge of Magic Potion itself.

After meditating for a while on the bed, Herag fully recovered his mental state, erasing the previous hint of fatigue.

He turned his head and said, "In a while, I'll take a bit of your blood for research."

"Yes," Chatiya responded obediently.

Herag got up from the bed, fetching a test tube and a dagger from the space ring.

Disinfecting the dagger with alcohol, he said, "Extend your hand."

Chatiya obediently extended her slender, snow-white finger, showing no fear.

After applying some alcohol to Chatiya's finger, Herag swiftly sliced through with the dagger.

Chatiya hardly felt anything as a streak of blood seeped from her finger.

"My lord, you're so quick!" Chatiya exclaimed.

Herag rolled his eyes, unsure of what to say, while catching the blood in the test tube and using a homemade cotton swab to have Chatiya press on the wound.

This blood emanated a lustrous glow, distinctly different from ordinary blood — a hallmark of elf blood.

After sealing the test tube, Herag returned to the laboratory, channeling magic power into the spell model of Great Dark Heaven, with the shadow of an ancient stone slab emerging behind him.

"What a strong sense of bloodline; I wonder what changes absorbing it will bring." Herag muttered, as the Great Dark Heaven began absorbing the royal elf blood in the test tube.

The luminescence in the blood inside the test tube gradually diminished, and its color turned duller. Herag closed his eyes, silently absorbing the Bloodline Power.

During his absorption, the concentration of energy particles around him increased, and particles of various energies surged, enveloping him.

Herag felt an unprecedented comfort, as the energy particles around seemed highly active, eagerly approaching him.

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