Chapter 106: Potion Completed

"You seem to have been practicing archery these days?" Geralt asked.

"Yes," Crown replied.

"Add some long-range attack methods. We are all reckless men who rush into the face. We can't even hunt down a few flying monster birds. It's shameful."

The demon hunter shrugged indifferently: "It's no shame for a lion to fail to catch birds. Tell me about your archery achievements. Have you discovered that you have a talent in this area?"

Clown smiled politely: "He has talent, and he seems to be very tall."

"I always feel that guns and bows are useful for hunting weak enemies, but they have limited effects in battles between enemies of equal strength, so we can't put too much energy on them." Nick has never been optimistic about this type of long-range attack method. When he served as a church priest, he was already a second-level exorcist priest.

"I know my limits."

As they were talking, Allen strode over holding a dark red wooden box and said, "Brother, the ingredients and formula are in here."

Crown took the box with the red paint peeling off to reveal the gray-white wood grain and said solemnly, "Don't worry, you can start the Green Grass Trial when you come back in the evening."

Geralt looked at his student and said, "Alan, you stay here today and adjust your condition. If the potion is successfully made, I will teach you how to take it tonight."

Nick smiled and said, "Klauen's ability in herbal medicine is still very convincing. Without so many boiling blood potions he brewed, the speed of the breathing method would not be so fast. Let's go. It was windy last night and it will snow heavily soon. We should hurry up and store more wood."

The demon hunter looked a little puzzled: "Could those cultists be looking for a place to spend the winter? Have we got any information about them in these few days?"

"According to the intelligence from the church, there have been no attacks on nearby churches, which is good news. After the winter, the church will definitely organize troops to hunt them. A priest died in battle, and the majesty of the gods must not be tarnished."

Geralt curled his lips. What's the point of saying harsh words when others have already done it? !

The two waved and left, and Alan looked up and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, just adjust yourself."

. . . .

Crown first went to the restaurant for a big meal, then returned to the room and opened the wooden box.

There were all kinds of bottles and jars inside, with labels on them.

"Fork-tailed dragon spinal fluid", "Flying lion poison gland", "Albino vampire's tongue", "Long-leaved plantain", "Datura root", "Thatch". He checked the formula and found that the herbal potion was actually a general term for a group of potions, consisting of three potions, namely "Mother's Tears", "Wild Rye Juice" and "Thatch Juice".

After the medicine is successfully made, it will only be effective if taken in a certain order.

These potions can improve the apprentice's physical strength and endurance, increase the effectiveness of casting sigils and reduce the cost, and improve perception and reaction ability.

Clown carefully analyzed the medicinal properties of the herbs and found that the effects of these potions were much more violent than the ones he had brewed last night. If successful, the effects would be greatly improved.

He studied the recipe carefully, rehearsed in his mind how to deal with possible situations, and then began to refine it.

After refining the first batch, he immediately refined the second batch. This time, he improved the refining method based on his own insights from the actual refining process, making the potion more effective and, correspondingly, more toxic.

How to choose depends on the choice between the master and the disciple.

After carefully putting away the two potions, Crown returned to the training ground carrying his bow.

At this time, the men were doing strength training. They were doing push-ups with their hands on the ground and a square stone on their backs.

Crown picked up the quiver from the weapons rack, filled it with wooden arrows, then quickly moved to aim at the target and practice archery. He shot arrows and chanted the Golden Light Mantra to restore his strength and the fatigue of his arms. He only stopped after two and a half hours of high-intensity training.

Del came forward and handed over a towel.

"Thank you," Crown took it and wiped the sweat off his face. It was already noon and there was no one else in the training ground.

After wiping the sweat off his face, he hung the towel around his neck and flexed his stiff arms.

Contemplating the Golden Light Mantra made his physical fitness surpass that of ordinary second-level transcendents, but long-term high-intensity training made his arms extremely sore, and it was difficult to recover after contemplating the Golden Light Mantra for a short period of time.

Clown took out a bottle of holy water and handed it to him: "Del, you should rest for a while after dinner, and it would be best if you could get some sleep. I have already refined a potion to advance to the extraordinary level. You can take it in the afternoon when you have adjusted your mental and physical state. I will fight with you to fully stimulate the effect of the potion."

"Good," the man said with ecstasy on his face. His wife and children died tragically in front of him, and he himself was almost killed by the pollution, which made him extremely eager to have powerful power.

During this time, he had been working hard to train his body. Many times, he was the only one in the blacksmith shop practicing until late at night, and still got up early the next day.

Only the oil lamp in the shop recorded his diligence and perseverance, and witnessed every drop of sweat he shed.

Now, all the hard work is about to pay off.

Del clenched his fists, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Thank you for your respect, Sir Knight. I will definitely live up to your expectations."

"You fought for it yourself," Klauen said solemnly, "Everything has risks and costs. To advance to the extraordinary level, you are burning your own potential. You can think of it as burning your own life.

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

You must have the courage to charge forward despite being faced with a huge enemy. Are you ready?"

"I am always ready. When this day finally comes, I will go all out."

"Very good. Remember: the only thing that can stop you is yourself. If you have a goal in mind, the whole world will make way for you." Crown patted the man's shoulder. "Have a good rest."

The two said goodbye to each other, and a faint golden light flashed in Clown's eyes.

[Archery: 1127/5000; Level 3]

[Shooting: 586/5000; Level 3]

The two skills do complement each other. His archery skills improved rapidly. In just two and a half days, his archery skills had been raised to the third level.

After the third level, the increase in proficiency slowed down.

As archery skills continue to improve, shooting increases proficiency by 66 points.

Let's go for a stroll in the forest tomorrow, find some living creatures to practice archery, and by the way, we can find trouble with the monster birds. Clown walked into the restaurant and greeted the chef: "Lawford, prepare a hearty meal this afternoon, with more meat. It will be used around five o'clock."

"Yes, sir," the cook agreed.

. . . .

At 2:30 in the afternoon, at the edge of the training ground, the strong men who were participating in the training stood neatly.

The winter sun is warm and peaceful, and it would be very comfortable if there were no whistling cold wind.

Clown took out a potion and shook it gently, and the pure blue color spread out.

He handed the potion to Del, and his voice pierced through the whistling wind: "I believe you are ready. Come on, drink it, and let everyone witness your extraordinary glory!"

(End of this chapter)