Chapter 17: Geralt the White Wolf
After Clown's consciousness exited the mysterious space and used the ability of the hourglass, he understood some of the characteristics of this item.
The timing function is a passive ability that always exists. As the ability of the hourglass increases, the passage of time can be determined more accurately.
The ability to stop time is more powerful than that of the Silver Tyrant, and it must consume the Sands of Time to be released. There are two ways to obtain the Sands of Time, one is the natural accumulation over time, and the other is transformation.
Absorbing the spirituality of living things can transform the Sand of Time. In Crown's understanding, it is a collection of the essence, energy and spirit of living things. Without this spirituality, animals will become zombies and plants will wither and die.
Another type of transformation is to absorb negative emotions such as pain, fear, despair, etc. from living things. For this type of transformation, the best objects to absorb are primates, especially humans, because they have emotions and can produce stronger negative emotions.
The power of the hourglass is essentially the power of an evil spirit. He doesn't know what side effects will occur if he wants to actively increase the sand of time. He is not planning to actively obtain the sand of time for the time being. He will decide whether to actively obtain it after he has a general understanding of the mysterious world.
The ability to stop time has not been fully tested. For example, how big is the coverage of the ability? If a bullet is shot, will the consumption of stopping and stopping the falling silver coins be the same? These need to be verified slowly. At this time, the hidden dangers of the body have been solved, and Clown is no longer so eager to test this aspect.
He plans to shift his focus toward herbal medicine and the making of two kinds of Taoist talismans.
Herbology is a skill that can earn you a living. Only if you can earn money can you receive instruction from the priest and become a Crusader.
The advancement of the Golden Light Spell gave him some methods to fight against evil spirits, but his physical fitness did not improve much. His recovery ability only became very strong. He also needed a method to deal with monsters.
Werewolves and vampires are not just legends, they also exist in reality.
It is said that the larger the city, the more numerous these two evil creatures are.
When killing the sheep-headed monster that day, Nick's powerful performance completely overturned his impression of the priest.
The fact that he could carry a heavy shield and flail and still maintain an intense fighting state for a long time made him completely believe that the priest had a way to help people fight against evil.
After figuring this out, Krahn decided to resume his previous routine. He continued to visualize the Golden Light Mantra during the day, paid attention to the materials for making talismans when purchasing herbs, practiced shooting while trading with the livestock farm, and improved his proficiency in herbal medicine at night.
The production of those ordinary potions only requires very little proficiency, but since he has not yet entered the circle of extraordinary people, he now has no channels to obtain the raw materials for the Boiling Blood Potion and no sales channels, and can only make money by manufacturing these ordinary potions.
In the next few days, he plans to increase the production of ordinary medicines. In a few days, it will be the month of frost, and the Kingdom of Farouk will also enter a long and cold winter.
He needed to stock up enough goods before the traveling merchants arrived.
The first week of every month is when traveling merchants pass through Zak Town. They will stay here for two to three days, buying and selling.
Pink medicine is used to boost mood; Bupleurum medicine is used to treat colds and reduce fever; and the ointment for traumatic injuries can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
These three medicines have a wide range of applications and are in great demand, so he plans to sell them to traveling merchants.
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The Frost Moon has arrived. It is not yet completely dark, but the wind outside the window already brings a biting chill.
Crown made the moonlight seal with his hands, bathed in the bright light, and meditated.
In his consciousness space, the silver liquid on the right side of the crystal ball accumulated at an imperceptible speed, and together with the golden liquid on the left side, it sparkled brightly.
When his spiritual sense conveyed that it was now a quarter to thirty o'clock, he slowly stopped practicing.
Exhaling, he picked up the wooden box that had been prepared long ago, stuffed the pistol into the inside pocket of his old coat, and rushed to the Goat Inn on Tavern Street.
At noon today, he went out to buy food and meat and learned that the merchants had arrived in Zak Town.
In the medicine box were several samples of medicines and a plant of blacktail grass.
He planned to ask the merchants downstream whether they knew the herbs used by the mystics. If they did, it meant they had channels with people with extraordinary abilities, and he might be able to obtain the supply of materials for making the boiling blood potion.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the door of the Goat Inn.
The hotel is bustling at night. The quarry workers who have worked all day always like to come here for a drink.
Pulling open the goatskin curtain hanging at the door, the warm and lively atmosphere inside hits you.
"Abel, two more glasses of stout, please!"
"Serve the food, why are you taking so long? Jason, are your chefs being lazy?"
Clown sniffed the aroma and unconsciously felt a little hungry. The energy consumed by visualizing the Golden Light Mantra was much more than that at the zero level.
'After finishing work, have a big meal here and see how the chef's cooking here compares to mine!'
He swallowed as he thought about it, and walked straight to the counter: "Old Jason, where are those merchants?"
Old Jason was in his forties, strong but not fat, and slightly bald. He had been here many times to deliver goods in his past, so the two men looked very familiar.
"A caravan of Gisai?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Without even turning his head, Old Jason pointed to the small door behind the house and said, "They've reserved the entire backyard."
"Okay, I'll go talk to them about business. Please prepare two roasted lamb legs for me. I'll come and eat after we're done."
After saying that, Crown walked inside.
"Hey!" Old Jason called him, leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Can you still supply the pink potion?"
"Of course, my potion skills are much better than my father's. You can even use them as food. The quantity is large and you can be full!"
Crown patted his chest and said, "I'll send you some tomorrow. Get the money ready."
"Go away, sir!"
Jason touched his smooth scalp somewhat embarrassedly and spat.
You are quite generous, little boy. When your father was alive, he would only buy you a roasted leg of lamb during the Chinese New Year, which would make you stuffed to death.
"Yaru, ask the kitchen to roast two more lamb legs and add more chili," he shouted to the busy waiter.
Crown walked through the crowded corridor toward the back door.
When his hand was about to touch the door handle, an arm stretched out in front of him.
"Friend, I want to discuss a business deal with you," the man sitting at the next table stood up and said gently.
The man had long white hair tied casually behind his head. His face was weather-beaten and full of determination.
His brown eyes were very bright, and a hideous scar extended from his forehead to under his left eye.
All this shows that this person has a thrilling past.
"My name is Geralt, Geralt the White Wolf."
(End of this chapter)