Chapter 26 Are You Willing to Wait for Me for a Few Days?
After the witcher master and apprentice left, Klauen threw the flattened iron pot into the small yard behind him.
After cleaning up the mess on the floor, he used a chair to prop up the door panel that was half hanging on the door frame.
Praise the Lord of Fire. When he was tidying up just now, he specially checked and found that the room for refining herbs was not damaged by the werewolves.
He originally thought that he could deal with the troubles in the world leisurely, but now the werewolf's revenge is imminent.
"Should I run away?" Crown said to himself.
His life here had just started to improve, but this peace was disrupted by a werewolf, and he was a little angry.
Make some money first, and then see if you can follow the priest’s lead and learn to become a Crusader.
During the conversation with Geralt, Crown learned that the so-called Crusader warriors were what he called the extraordinary professional knights.
They have strong bodies, so they can easily deal with monsters, but they are not very good at dealing with evil spirits. They can only rely on specific weapons to cause damage to evil spirits.
But Crown felt that she was a perfect match for him.
His ability as a spirit controller seems a bit useless, but the Golden Light Spell can deal with spirits such as evil spirits. If he can learn it and become a knight, their advantages will be complementary.
As for the saying that practicing two extraordinary professions at the same time can easily distract one's attention, it simply doesn't exist for him. His liver will be ruined.
After tidying up the laboratory table quickly, he took out the other ingredients for the boiling blood potion that he had prepared long ago and divided each ingredient into small equal portions.
After recalling the steps for refining the Boiling Blood Potion in his mind, Crown officially began to refine it.
Although making medicine may seem easy, it is actually a very physical job.
The herbalist must stay focused and concentrated at all times; otherwise, a tiny mistake would result in all the efforts in making the potion being wasted.
Blue tulip petals floated in pure water. Crown waited until the water was boiled, then dropped basil juice into the water. The slightly purple-blue color instantly spread in the beaker.
The black sage was ground into powder in a mortar, then dry-burned in a gooseneck bottle, and the smoke was passed into the boiling beaker. Half an hour later, Crown shook his head and poured the remaining medicine into the trash can.
As expected, the first attempt ended in failure.
After resting for a while, he reviewed the refining process in his mind, trying to find out what mistakes he had made.
After he understood how to avoid these mistakes, he started a new round of refining.
Again and again. Clown had refined it seven times, and he made fewer and fewer mistakes.
The last time, he almost succeeded, but his joy turned into sorrow as he failed to move the alcohol lamp away in time, and the medicine was ruined.
He sat in a chair and pressed his fingers to his temples.
A golden wall appeared before my eyes.
[Herbal Medicine: 142/5000; Level 3]
After refining potions seven times, his proficiency increased by more than 100 points, and his herbal medicine skills began to improve by leaps and bounds again.
With a knowing smile, Crown stood up, twisted his waist, and stretched his legs.
He then performed two cycles of visualization of the Golden Light Mantra.
Since the advancement of my skills, the hunger caused by practice has become much less than before, as long as the visualization is not performed at the hours of Mao and You.
The Golden Light Mantra was very suitable for restoring energy, and after completing two cycles of practice, it felt like most of his tired brain nerves were able to work again.
Let's work hard! Clown strode to the experimental table, cleaned up the mess from before, and started a new round of refining.
With full confidence and familiarity with the process, success came naturally this time.
Placing the potion on the cooling rack, Crowne continued to refine it while the iron was hot.
Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed. When it gradually got brighter outside the window, he suddenly realized that it was almost dawn.
Throughout the night, he performed 12 refining operations in total, succeeded three times, and there were still 18 small portions of materials that had not been refined.
With a relieved smile, Crown temporarily put aside the refining work and began to prepare for visualization.
The sun rose later and later in winter, affecting his proficiency in the Golden Light Spell.
His wok was no longer usable and the chicken he had stored was eaten up by the werewolves, so he had no choice but to go out to eat.
. . . .
The next day, near noon, Crown wrapped the nine successfully refined boiling blood potions in a layer of flannel and put them into his backpack. He walked out of the house and headed straight for the Goat Inn.
The hotel was quiet at this hour and old Jason was taking a nap at the counter.
He was not woken up. Perhaps the owner was too tired at night. The effect of the pink potion could only last for two hours. The hotel closed late at night. If he exercised for such a long time, he would... Walking into the backyard, Crown went straight to the room where Lemanski lived.
In the room, the Giselles had packed up their things.
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
The old man who was sitting with his eyes closed opened his squinting eyes and said: "After lunch, if you don't come, we will set off directly."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He placed the backpack on the table, took out the medicine inside, and said casually, "Shall we test it?"
Lemanski, who had been listless just now, sat up straight in an instant and snatched the potion: "Did you make all of them?"
As the old man spoke, he picked up one of the cigarettes and shook it a few times.
Seeing that the color of the medicine was still bright and there were no impurities in it, he opened the stopper and put it under his nose.
"Hey, you've been smelling it for a long time. I must test my own potions before coming. I am a herbalist with a very professional ethics."
Seeing Lemanski closing his eyes and moving like a puppy, Crown mocked him with some amusement.
The old man ignored his teasing and did the same action eight times in a row.
After he had checked all the potions, he spoke seriously, "This is our first time dealing with someone who is dealing with extraordinary potions, so we need to be cautious. If there is a problem with the preparation of this type of potion, it will not be a potion that helps people, but will become a poison instead."
"How is it, no poison?"
The old man was silent for a few seconds, then repeated his previous question: "Did you make all of these?"
"Of course, I am the only herbalist in the small town of Zak."
Hearing an answer he had expected, the old man looked even more serious and asked, "Have you ever made this kind of potion before?"
Clown pulled a chair and sat down, saying gently, "I said I've never refined it before. Last night was the first time. Do you believe it?"
He wants to show his talents as much as possible so that he can be valued by others.
As for hiding it, there is absolutely no need for that.
The cone is hidden in the bag, but its sharp edge is fully exposed.
If you are slightly more capable than others, they will probably be jealous of you. If you are much more capable than others, you will only be looked up to.
Another point was that he was very short of money and he wanted to receive priest training immediately.
Lemansky looked calm, but he took a deep breath in his heart.
It is not easy to refine magic potions. So far, he only knows how to refine two kinds of extraordinary potions, and the success rate is less than 20%.
If what the other party said is true, being able to achieve a success rate of more than 20% when refining a new type of potion for the first time means that it is a walking potion-refining machine, and one with a super high success rate.
"By the way, what's the urgent matter that requires you to leave so quickly? If it's not urgent, are you willing to wait for me for a few days?"
(End of this chapter)