After returning inside the house, alan began making preparations for his plan to elevate him and his sisters status.
He didn't really care for a noble title, but owning land and the right to develop it into their own territory would be advantageous.
On the table before alan sat 3 potions. The first was a healing potion. Devil kind were quite behind in the art of healing. The sitri though, used a form of water magic to heal, while the phoenix sold their phoenix tears.
But both options were expensive, ordinary devils could not in fact afford the price of phoenix tears to heal serious injuries
While the sitri's water magic could not heal everything. Alan planned to put himself comfortably in the middle. Not to cheap, as people would suspect his potions were defective product. But not to expensive as to stop ordinary people from buying any.
The second potion, alan believed would be the key, to his families rise in status. A fertility potion. One that would allow either infertile or low birthed races to have children faster.
1 bottle of fertility potion, equals 1 child. He knew, they were many high class devils, either of noble birth or not who needed heirs to continue their legacies.
And as devil birthrates were shit, they'd be chomping at every bit to buy his fertility potions.
The last potion was 1 he'd thought up on the fly. This 1 needed him to use his essence of mad doctors, material gathering ability to aquire non-native ingredients to make.
Don't get things wrong, once alan had things set up properly, he'd plant the needed herbs in the underworld, so he wouldn't need to be the 1 constantly supplying the herbs needed.
Alan made 2 more healing potions of high quality, 3 of medium and 3 of low, then he created 2 more fertility and light poisoning cure potions.
"This should be enough for a showcase!" Mumbled alan, before he went to his room to see if he had any formal clothes. The answer was, no he did not.
Sighing, alan looked over himself, before coming up with a solution.
Tapping into his essence of the archmage, he began magically crafting a new set of formal clothes.
After a dozen, or so minutes of using creation magic to create clothes, alan began changing.
After changing, alan summoned a large floor to ceiling mirror to see himself.
A tall lean build, a chizzled jaw line, golden pupiled eyes, milk brown skin similar to his little sister along with the same locks of hair. Though his hair was tied up into a bun/ponytail hybrid style, with sone of his hair resting on his shoulders.
The newly created clothes looked good on him as well. A set of moss green dress slacks, black formal shoes, a black button up long-sleeve, turtle neck dress shirt. Over those was a moss green shirt jacket held together by a golden clip, to the left side.
After looking over himself in the mirror, alan made his way out of his house, and towards the large castle like building at the center of the new capital Lilith.
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To be continued!!