Chapter 211 The Fallen Crow

This was my first time refining the Molten Fire Potion. I tried five times and succeeded twice.

If Eugene from the pharmacy department heard this, he would definitely think he was talking in his sleep.

The senior pharmacists of the church have been refining the Molten Fire Potion for many years. It can be said that after thousands of trials and tribulations, they can basically achieve a success rate of more than 60%.

But since the gray fog descended, their success rate has plummeted and can currently only be maintained at around 20%.

Because the medicinal properties of various herbs undergo slight changes, these changes are not obvious in the refining of first- and second-tier potions, which do not require such high precision, but they have a huge impact on the refining of third-tier potions.

The herbs used in the third-level potion are twice as many as those in the lower-level potions, and the medicinal properties of each potion vary, which is a huge challenge for the pharmacist's work of refining.

The church's minimum requirement for senior pharmacists to refine third-level potions is a 20% success rate. If the success rate is high, the church will purchase the excess potions. If the success rate is low and does not meet the standard, the pharmacist will have to pay out of his own pocket to make up for the loss.

If there is any industry that has a huge impact on gray fog, it must be the pharmacist industry.

Klauen divided the potions skillfully, and after the temperature of the potions cooled down, he picked up one of the bottles and drank it. He wanted to see how much the potion could improve his fire breath training.

After taking the medicine, he felt as if he had drunk a bottle of vodka, and a burning sensation rose in his stomach.

He immediately moved the laboratory table to the corner, then set up his posture and started practicing in the room.

Soon, his whole body was covered with mist, like a person exercising outdoors in winter. Two hours later, when the effect of the drug had gradually worn off, Crown stopped panting and walked around the room. His body was covered with a layer of oil.

In the past, before he took the Molten Fire Potion, two hours of practice would make him feel tired, but he had never been to the point of being close to collapse.

After his body slowly cooled down, he took a cup and drank a few sips of water, then sat down and summoned a golden wall.

[Flame Breath: 596/12000; Level 3]

This medicine was not taken in vain!

Klauen gasped in surprise. Without potions, practicing fire breath for an hour could gain about twenty points of proficiency.

This time, with the help of potions, I gained 91 points of proficiency in two hours, and my efficiency was more than doubled.

Perhaps it was because he had never taken the Molten Fire Potion and his proficiency in the breathing technique was still very low, but the fact that his power could be doubled was far beyond his expectations.

He originally thought that it would be good to have a 50% efficiency increase like the firepower potion, but he didn't expect to get such a surprise.

However, after this practice, he consumed a lot of physical energy. Fortunately, it was him. Other third-level fire fighters might not be able to take one directly at a time.

If there is an adequate supply of potions, his breathing method will improve rapidly, and perhaps he can break the human physiological limit early and advance to the silver level.

After resting for two minutes, Crown took out two large bowls filled with water and made two large bowls of golden talisman water.

He then filled the talisman water into potion and put it into a black leather bag. In a few days, it would be time to trade with the Warlock Brotherhood.

The amount of medicine he claimed would take a month to produce was done in just one minute.

If you include the time it takes to obtain the Sunfire Fluid, a few hours would be enough.

Very tired, Crown left the basement and went upstairs to his room.

On the way, I met the butler and the butler who were checking the servants' work.

The two of them quickly stood on the side of the stairs, bowed and said, "Hello, sir. May the Lord of Fire light your way forward."

Clown nodded gently and said, "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

William Morrison bowed again: "Our pleasure."

When the owner of the mansion walked away, William turned around and said, "Melissa, do you know the age of the Bishop?"

The housekeeper shook her head: "I don't know, I just know that you are very young."

William said with a proud tone: “When I was introduced as the butler, Lord Cavendish told me that our Lord is the youngest bishop of the Rhine Diocese in the past hundred years, and a twenty-fourth-year-old third-level extraordinary person.

If we work hard, we have a very bright future.”

Everyone has a tendency to admire the strong, and for a butler, his status will rise greatly if he can rely on such a strong person.

Twenty-four? Only one year older than me? Melissa's eyes widened with disbelief written all over her face.

. . . .

When Crown returned to the bedroom, he took the two pets that were kept next door.

He first took a comfortable bath, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

As soon as they saw him in the meditation posture, the two pets sat up straight and stared at him intently.

Ever since the Golden Light Mantra advanced to the second level, he discovered a delightful change.

When practicing the Golden Light Mantra at the zero and first levels, the visualization requires a huge amount of energy consumption, and he needs a lot of food to supplement it.

When the current situation has changed significantly, he will feel that he is consuming energy when he visualizes, but after each visualization of a large cycle, he actually feels that his energy has been replenished. In other words, visualization no longer consumes energy, but can replenish energy instead.

This feeling was not obvious when he had just advanced in the Golden Light Mantra, but as his proficiency increased, he could clearly feel the change, which was particularly prominent when he was visualizing it in the sunlight and moonlight.

Sometimes, Clown would wonder if this method of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon to replenish oneself would have the power to ascend to heaven after practicing it to the end, because it was said that the Golden Light Mantra was a method with no upper limit.

He currently felt that the Golden Light Mantra cultivated the pure light of life, slowly and steadily.

It makes people stronger and more physically fit, faster, and he even feels that things that cannot be actually quantified, such as thinking and understanding, have also increased.

It was already 11 o'clock at night when Crown felt that his physical fatigue had completely recovered and ended his visualization.

He captured two pets, gave them two kinds of talisman water to drink, and used the power of his soul to nourish the seeds of spiritual power in the pets' minds.

First, he nurtured Fujin's spiritual power seed. He put his hand on the crow's head. The crow rubbed him affectionately and closed its eyes as if enjoying it.

"Meow"

Buster protested jealously, nudging his waist with his head in dissatisfaction.

Klauen's spiritual power continuously penetrated into Fujin's spiritual embryo. Just when he was about to end the nurturing, he sensed the embryo's throbbing.

Then the germ burst, emitting a silvery glow.

Like an X-ray, it penetrates Fukuin's muscles and feathers, illuminating its skeleton.

The silver light flashed and then disappeared immediately. Crown felt that the embryo disappeared and merged into Fukin's flesh and blood.

He was delighted, as this was a good sign.

When the embryo bursts, the spiritual seed inside will imprint his spiritual power into the pet's flesh and soul, which also means that Fujin will soon become a tamed beast that enters the ranks of the extraordinary.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

From now on, he will no longer need to use his spiritual power to nourish his pet every day, he only needs to do it once a week.

"After raising it for so many days, I finally waited for the day when it bloomed and bore fruit. It was not easy."

Clown sighed and counted with his fingers. These two pets have been with him for more than four months and have been fed with talisman water. He felt that this talisman water could even raise a spirit master to the second level.

Putting Fukin down, he picked up Buster and placed him on his lap, gently stroking him from the head: "Fat cat, you have to work harder."

Buster seemed to understand what he said and meowed comfortably.

After Crown had nurtured Buster's spiritual seeds, he opened the door and took the pets back to their rooms.

"Sir, let me do this kind of thing from now on."

The butler who was waiting to be summoned at the door bowed slightly and continued, "If Mr. William sees this, he will punish me again."

William once reprimanded him for this and warned him that if he failed to fulfill his duties as a butler, he would consider firing him.

Crown nodded. "Okay, I'll pay attention, Billy. In the next two days, you have to provide more food for Fukin. It needs it very much."

"Understood, sir."

"I'm going to rest now. You don't need to serve me here anymore."

Crown waved his hand, indicating that his servant could leave.

If he didn't give the order, the servant would have to guard the door all night.

Lying on the bed, Crown summoned the golden wall, checked the progress of his skill proficiency, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

It’s a great feeling to see my own progress all the time.

. . . .

The next morning, Clown was meditating on the Golden Light Mantra in his bedroom when he heard footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps were very light, going back and forth past his door several times.

He recognized the footsteps of Billy, the butler, who walked hurriedly, as if something was going on.

He did not open the door and continued to visualize the Golden Light Mantra. If there was really an emergency, the servant would naturally knock on the door.

After a while, the footsteps stopped, but he could still hear the person outside the door sighing.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Crowne finished his meditation on time.

He opened the door and walked out, and heard Billy's anxious voice: "Sir, something went wrong. I don't know what happened yesterday, Fujinita."

"What's wrong with Fukuin?"

Clown was a little skeptical. The crow should be in good condition. After all, it was about to become a supernatural creature.

"Fujin's feathers were all gone overnight."

All gone? Confused, Crown pushed open the door of the pet room and saw Buster playing with a "broiler" with all its feathers removed.

The fat cat pressed the hairless crow to the ground and licked the crow's wings with its barbed tongue in a malicious manner.

Seeing his owner coming in, Buster immediately let go of his paws and squatted down with a silly look on his face.

Fukin ran to his master's feet, quacking, and pointing his wings at the black cat, as if accusing Buster of his bad behavior.

"Meow," the black cat responded gently.

Klauen squatted down, unable to bear looking at the hairless crow, and asked with his mental power: "Where are your feathers?"

Since the spiritual seeds have been planted in pets, this kind of "mind transmission" can be used for communication between them.

He can understand what the pets say, and the pets can understand his intentions.

(End of this chapter)