Chapter 7 Growth (Please read on)
"Bang!"
After a gunshot, Crown slowly put down the revolver.
Rubbing his sore arms, he sat on the chair next to him to rest.
A golden wall appeared before my eyes.
[Shooting: 786/1000; Level 1] (Short-range fixed targets are no problem for you)
Without really hard practice, it is impossible to improve proficiency, and the golden wall does not give people the thought of slacking off.
In one afternoon, Crown diligently fired two hundred rounds of ammunition.
Practicing with the ten-meter target is relatively easy as there is no need to calculate the trajectory.
You just need to understand the basic three points and one line.
That is, the eyes, the crosshairs, and the bull's eye are in a straight line.
Crown originally thought that pistol shooting would be easier, but unexpectedly the difficulty was far beyond his imagination.
Because the recoil of a pistol is borne entirely by the arms, unlike a rifle, where a large portion of the recoil is absorbed by the body.
You can’t practice anymore. If you continue, you won’t be able to lift your arms tomorrow.
Crown bared his teeth, packed up his revolver, and walked out of the patrol team's underground training ground.
It was getting late, and he still needed to buy some herbs from other herbalists to make medicine.
As for herbal medicine, he is currently just a theorist.
"Are you preparing to go back?"
At the entrance to the training ground, Yaru greeted them warmly.
Looking at how passionate they are, people who don’t know them would think they have a relationship beyond friendship.
Crown smiled politely: "Today's training is over, come back tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow!"
Yalu smiled and nodded. The other party bought a lot of bullets in the afternoon, and he earned a few silver coins.
Watching the other person's back walking away, Yalu's face turned sarcastic and he shook his head disdainfully, "If you want to learn shooting well, it takes more than just a lot of practice. This kid is very bad. We have already searched his house thoroughly, and we still have money to waste."
But what does this have to do with him? He wishes the other party would come every day.
Crown didn't know what the patrolman was thinking, and even if he knew, he would just smile indifferently.
The joy of being a hacker is beyond the imagination of ordinary people! . . . .
On the eastern edge of Zak Town, there is a simple wooden house with a fence around it and a vegetable patch created.
At this moment, Old Hans was sitting at the door of his house, puffing on his homemade cigarette, with a worried look on his face.
He was a herbalist who made a living by collecting herbs in the nearby mountains.
In the past, he would always sell the herbs he collected to the only herbalist in town.
Now the herbalist's family has been killed by evil spirits and returned to the arms of the Lord of Fire, and his herbs have no market.
Although the herbalist still had a son alive, he had seen the child before and he was still very young.
Does the other party know how to make potions using herbs?
It's hanging! It's hard for the other party to recognize all the herbs produced in the mountains.
But what should we do with the herbs we pick now? Should we wait for a month for the occasional traveling merchant to come by? Many herbs need to be properly processed very soon after they are picked, otherwise they will lose their medicinal properties.
Herbs that need to be processed in this way are often expensive.
"Old Hans, I'm here to buy herbs!"
The gentle voice interrupted the old man's thoughts. The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who came.
Isn't this the herbalist's son, Crown? !
"You? Buying herbs?"
"Why, you don't collect herbs for a living anymore?"
"Of course! How much?"
"As always! Just like my father."
"That's fair. Come in and sit down first."
Clown smiled and shook his head: "No, I have to rush to the next store, just take it out."
. . . .
There were four oil lamps lit around the square laboratory table in the room.
A special herbal juice was added to the oil lamp, so the light was not dim but bright white.
On the table, an alcohol lamp was burning at full speed, heating the asbestos mesh, and a large crucible sat on top of it.
It was a stew of broom, sedge, and dog bones, boiling with a cloudy, greenish liquid.
Crowne placed one hand on the edge of the mortar and with the other hand he ground the dried goat beans gently and slowly.
When he no longer felt the astringent feeling of large particles, he stopped what he was doing.
Sprinkle goat bean powder into it, then pick up a glass rod and stir it quickly, and the mixed liquid will turn black and red.
When the liquid inside became viscous, he removed the alcohol lamp and began to stir it slowly.
When his hands felt that the liquid inside was no longer so hot, he stopped stirring and let it cool naturally.
Crown rubbed his slightly swollen head and sat in a chair to rest.
He closed his eyes and replayed the steps of refining the potion in his mind.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He had already failed for half the night and didn't know if he could succeed this time.
But he was not in a hurry at all. As long as he worked hard, his proficiency in herbal medicine would increase rapidly.
For him, success is just a matter of time.
After a while, his swollen head felt relieved and his tense nerves relaxed.
He stood up and walked to the table, lifting the crucible to his eyes.
Inside was a black, sticky ointment.
He put the crucible to his nose and sniffed it gently.
A faint fragrance wafts into the air.
Yes, that’s the taste!
For no reason, he knew that he had succeeded this time and could sleep peacefully.
Crown smiled softly, finally he had a skill to support himself.
He skillfully scooped the ointment into the ceramic jar, carefully scraped off all the ointment on the dog bones, and then wrapped a layer of oilcloth to seal it.
This is an ointment that can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis and strengthen bones. He plans to use it to recover from the damage to his arm caused by shooting practice.
He gave the ointment a new name, Tiger Bone Ointment!
. . . .
When the sun just rose, Crown had already washed up and had a big meal. Then he sat cross-legged in the room and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
Now, every practice session brings him three or four points of proficiency.
Two more meals are needed during the morning.
In the afternoon, he clocked in at the patrol team on time and conducted about three to four hours of shooting training.
In the evening, he would visit the herbalists' homes in town to see what herbs he could buy.
After returning home, Crowne would apply tiger bone paste on his arms and forearms, have a big meal, and then make the potion.
This happened for four days in a row.
On the fifth day, Clown practiced the Golden Light Spell for half a morning, then stopped and prepared to go out.
There was no way, his food was finished! The golden wall slowly appeared in sight, and Clown's face was filled with a smile and satisfaction.
[Farouk: 1756/5000; Level 3] (You have mastered this language)
[Herbal Medicine: 896/2000; Level 2] (You are familiar with the medicinal properties of a large number of herbs, and the success rate of refining potions is greatly increased)
[Shooting: 12/5000; Level 3] (You can hit fixed targets at short and medium distances with every shot, and you also have a high hit rate against moving targets) [Golden Light Spell: 1054/10000; Level 0] (You are getting more and more energetic, so you can shorten your sleep time. Work hard)
[Cooking: 712/1000; Level 1] (In addition to being able to cook raw rice into cooked rice, you gradually learn to discover the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves)
In just a few days, he had already escaped from the ranks of a newbie and had acquired a little self-protection ability.
Shooting at fixed targets was no longer enough to help him improve his proficiency; he needed to go out into the vast wilderness and shoot living creatures.
It just so happened that he also needed to sell the potions and ointments he had made during this period to the main customers of the Crown family.
Some drugs require receptor testing before he can decide the dilution ratio of the drug.
Sometimes a medicine being too effective is not a good thing.
(End of this chapter)