Chapter 94 What incredible luck.

Bell moved his chair to the side, revealing the entire crucible, and then ran his finger over the steps on the paper. "Maybe there's something wrong with this step."

Edith hummed twice and lowered her head to check: "Use a silver knife to split the outer skin of the seed, pick out the red tissue inside, squeeze out the juice and drip it into the potion... The text steps are fine, repeat how you did it specifically for me."

Bell nodded, and clumsily circled the seed with a knife. He hooked the tip of the knife on the red part inside and pulled it outwards, and the thing quickly fell off.

She moved the knife sideways, pressed it on the meat-like object, and squeezed it downwards. Dark red juice immediately burst out from the small cracks on both sides and fell into the crucible. The green potion became darker in color. Edith narrowed her eyes, picked up the two pieces of tissue with only the outer skin left, and observed them against the light.

"Dig it again and show me. This time just take it out, don't squeeze it."

Bell did as he was told. The juicy red solid fell into Edith's hand. She picked up a corner and lifted it up, using tweezers to pry open the fine lines on it, and understood.

“The outer skin was not removed.”

The inner tissue of this seed is covered with a thin layer of skin, which is pale white and has an oily touch. This thing has little protective power and will naturally dissipate after being left in the air for two minutes. When studying in the laboratory, it takes at least ten minutes for this thing to be handled by the assistant and transported to her laboratory table, just in time for the outer skin to decompose.

Because of this, most textbooks do not include this property - after all, the authors are top researchers who do not have to prepare their own materials. In addition, since the color of the middle stage of potion refining is not specified, people who do not think much will think that green is normal, thus losing the opportunity to discover the problem.

In actual practice, people who are used to processing the materials first and then refining them together can easily succeed, while those who add materials while preparing are likely to fail. Since some people can succeed, no one will doubt the formula, which is why incomplete steps have been passed down to this day.

"If you squeeze it without breaking it down, the oil on the skin will seep into the juice and add unnecessary ingredients to the medicine." Edith stirred the green liquid in the pot and lowered her head to smell it. "Hmm... it tastes good."

She didn't smell any poisonous smell from the potion. It had settled into a very stable state. It didn't bubble up, explode, or become sticky or burnt.

This is the standard property of semi-finished potion.

"Thank you, I'll do it next." Edith quickly took over and continued with the next steps. A third-year student majoring in pharmacy should not make many mistakes, and she can safely complete the next steps using standard procedures.

Half an hour later, Edith scooped the black liquid into a crystal bottle.

"Is this a luck potion?" Heda poked her head out from the door, "...How did Palmer swallow it?"

"This isn't it." Edith shook her head. "Anyone can see that this pot is ruined. No one has the guts to drink a failed creation."

Heda nodded in agreement: "I don't even dare to drink the successful product I made myself."

Edith: “…”

She was speechless for a while, and it took her a long time to remember what she was going to do. She stood up and cleaned the crucible: "But compared to you directly disposing of it, Palmer, who doesn't have a researcher from the Pharmacy Association at home, will cherish the wasted materials more. Such people will most likely add separation water to continue refining, and re-extract the usable part of the failed product."

This is not a good habit. Separating water is expensive, and successful extraction does not save much money. Even if it succeeds, if the temperature is not properly controlled, it will cause impurities to be mixed in. If you use it again without knowing it, you may ruin a pot of new potion.

But Edith was empathetic.

So poor!

The materials for alchemy are really expensive, and it is really painful to waste them in the early stages of learning.

She often did this when she first joined the Pharmacy Association. Later, she learned how to make her own separated water. Later, when she brought Shelly with her, she would also recycle the potions that he failed to make. And as far as she knew, she was the only one in the entire Pharmacy Association who had this habit.

If one can afford to learn pharmacy and has the level to join the association, then the family basically has no shortage of material expenses.

Edith cleaned the crucible, wiped off the water, poured the bottle of black potion into it, and then poured in the separation water according to the proportion. Bell stood aside curiously, watching the black precipitate and the liquid become as clear as water.

Edith slowed down.

She reduced the frequency of stirring, trying not to touch the sediment at the bottom, and waited until the color of the top layer of liquid was completely stable before pouring it into the bottle.

"Successful?" Heda stretched his neck forward.

That's the legendary luck potion!

"Not sure." Edith took out her wand and silently chanted a spell to test it. "No toxicity has been found yet, but I'm not sure about anything else."

She turned her head and saw Hedda's sparkling eyes: "...You want to drink?"

Heda nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! Is it life-threatening to drink it?"

Edith: "It's not poisonous—"

Heda rushed to the cauldron immediately after hearing this, raised her head and took a big sip from the bottle.

"—but there must be some side effects."

It's too late.

Heda stopped moving in mid-air and looked at the other person blankly: "Huh?"

Edith: “…”

Forget it, it won’t kill anyone anyway.

Bell was interested and threw the book in his hand to Hedda. The girl was stunned for a moment and subconsciously reached out to catch it. Before she touched the object, the lid of the crucible in front of Edith suddenly flew off and intercepted the book halfway. The book fell on the aisle, and the lid of the pot hung on the door handle without touching Hedda at all.

"......ah?"

Bell and Hedda cried out in doubt. Edith looked down at the crucible and said with a strange expression, "I forgot to cool it down."

The black solid inside was still heating, and it produced gas that burst the lid.

Heda touched her face, and suddenly she became curious, so she jumped up and threw herself on Bell, screaming. Bell quickly dodged, but unexpectedly, because he was too anxious, he hit the bed, and the two pillows on it flew out at the same time, overlapping in the air, and steadily caught Heda, who was lying on the ground.

"Hiss, it hurts." Bell couldn't stop gasping, holding his injured leg, and slowly slid to the ground along the wall. Heda supported himself with his hands, poked his head out of the pillow, and stared at him blankly: "I'm not hurt at all."

The soft, thick pillow absorbed all the impact and protected her head well.

Edith took a step back silently.

What incredible luck.

She thought for a moment, then made way for Hedda to sit in front of the cauldron. "Try to make the potion that failed in your class today."

Heda rushed forward excitedly, closed his eyes and recalled the recipe, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his mind was unusually clear: "I'll try it!"

She happened to have brought back some herbs and immediately started processing them. Everything went so smoothly. The temperature was just right, the amount of water was just the required amount, and the ingredients were easy to peel and cut. The initial refining process, which would have taken half an hour to complete, was completed in less than ten minutes.

"It turns out that as long as I'm lucky, I'm a potion genius!"

Heda laughed wantonly, "The only thing I'm lacking is finally going to be made up today!"

Edith suddenly felt something was wrong.

She looked at Hedda's gradually tilting chair and opened her mouth: "Wait!"

Her reminder was still too late.

The back leg of the chair suddenly broke, and Hedda, who was leaning back, lost her balance in an instant. She screamed and fell down. The tip of her shoe just happened to hook the handle of the crucible, overturning the whole pot of potion to the ground.

The hot liquid flowed on the ground, and the parchment book that fell on the ground was suddenly opened, and the sharp tip pierced Hedda's leg. She cried out in pain, hugged her leg and jumped up, but her feet slipped again and she was about to fall into the boiling water.

Fortunately, Edith was quick-witted and used a floating spell to stop Hedda and moved her safely out of the door.

Heda was still in shock and sat on the ground: "What happened——"

"--Bang!"

A gust of wind blew in from the window, causing the door to close with a bang. The pot lid hanging on the door handle hit Hedda's face hard, making her dizzy.

Edith quickly chanted a healing spell and instructed Bell to put a protective shield on Hedda. She didn't know how long this "bad luck" would last, so she had to be careful.

Heda didn't dare to move, and quietly huddled in the protective shield. Edith urgently drew out the liquid medicine for testing and calculation. After about half an hour, she finally came to a conclusion: "The effect of the medicine will last for about 15 minutes, and the side effects will also last for 15 minutes."

That means Hedda should be fine now.

"What's the amount?" Bell frowned and asked, "Is 15 minutes the effect of one mouthful or a whole bottle?"

"It will only be effective if you drink more than one ounce at a time. No matter how much you drink, the effect will last for 15 minutes." Edith wrote down the data in the notebook and raised her hand to signal Bell to remove the protective shield. "She's fine."

Hedda still didn't quite believe it. She stretched out a foot to test it, walked around in a small circle twice, jumped a little, and finally believed that she was safe: "...I will never drink that stuff again!"

How could there be such serious side effects!

"It's all fair. I'll give you fifteen minutes of good luck, and fifteen minutes of bad luck." Edith carefully sealed the potion and stuffed it deep into the drawer. "Although it hasn't been tested, judging from the properties of the material inside, I suspect that drug resistance will develop after repeated use. The good luck time will gradually shorten, and the bad luck time will increase, until only bad luck remains in the end."

Even the luck potion controlled by the Pharmacy Association has similar shortcomings. Although it is said to be extremely magical by the people, in fact, the so-called good luck is obtained by overdrawing future luck: the more times you drink it, the faster your luck will disappear.

The inventor of the luck potion drank too much and ended up slipping and drowning in the bathtub.

Heda gasped after hearing the explanation: "Who would want to drink it a second time after trying it the first time!"

"Someone who can't resist temptation." Edith said lightly.

Knowing the properties of the medicine, she can then plan targeted tactics to deal with Palmer.

......

laboratory.

Shelly lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. After nearly a year of research, he had roughly figured out the function of the magic circle that had acted on Edith.

Now he has reproduced it.

“Heh.” He laughed half self-deprecatingly, “Just because you’ve figured out the surface, you dare to copy it…”

Although he roughly understood the structure of the magic circle, he had no idea about its internal operating logic. What he made only looked like a magic circle, and he was not sure whether it had any actual function.

"...I just happened to have a suitable experimental subject." He whispered.

There was a knock on the door at the right time. The speed was uneven, and you could tell the person was anxious.

"Shirley?" Duke Eddie stood outside the door, tapping the door elegantly with his knuckles. "Can you please let me in?"