My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 211 The featherless crow

The first time I came into contact with the refining of molten potion, I refined it five times and succeeded twice.

If Eugene from the Pharmacy Department heard this, he would definitely think that he was talking in his sleep.

The church's senior pharmacists have been refining fire potions for many years. It can be said that they have been able to achieve a success rate of more than 60% after repeated attempts.

But since the gray fog came, their success rate has plummeted, and it can only barely maintain around 20%.

Because the medicinal properties of various herbs have undergone subtle changes, these changes are not obvious in the refining of first- and second-level potions that do not require so high refining accuracy, but they have a huge impact on the refining of third-order potions.

The third-level medicine uses twice as many herbs as the low-level medicine, and the properties of each medicine vary, which is a huge challenge for the pharmacist's refining work.

The church's minimum requirement for senior pharmacists to refine third-level potions is a 20% refining success rate. Potions with a much higher success rate will be purchased by the church. If the success rate is low and does not meet the standard, they will have to pay for the losses themselves.

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

Crown skillfully divided the potion into packages. After the temperature of the potion cooled down, he picked up one of the bottles and drank it. He wanted to test how much the potion could increase the training of fire breath.

After taking the potion, he felt as if he had drank a bottle of vodka, and a burning sensation arose in his stomach.

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

Soon, water mist appeared all over his body, like a man exercising outdoors in winter.

Two hours later, when the effects of the medicine slowly wore off, Kroun stopped panting and walked around the room, his body surface covered with a layer of oil.

In the past, when he had not taken the molten potion, although two hours of practice would have made him feel tired, he had never been this close to collapse.

After his body slowly cooled down, he took a cup and drank some water, sat down, and summoned the golden wall.

[Fire Breath: 596/12000; Level ]

This medicine is not in vain!

Crown gasped in surprise. Without potion, he could gain about 20 points of proficiency by practicing fire breathing for an hour.

This time with the aid of potions, I gained ninety-one points of proficiency in two hours, more than doubling my efficiency.

Perhaps it was because he had never taken molten potion and his proficiency in breathing techniques was still very low, but a doubling of his power was far beyond his expectations.

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

However, after this practice, the physical strength was huge. Fortunately for him, other third-level flame fighters probably couldn't take one directly at a time.

If the supply of medicine is sufficient, his breathing skills can improve rapidly, and he may be able to break the physiological limits of human beings early and advance to the silver level.

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

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

He claimed that it would take a month to refine the potion output, but he could do it in a minute.

If you include the time it takes to obtain the Sun Flame Liquid, a few hours is enough.

Physically exhausted, Crown left the basement and went upstairs to his room.

On the way, I met the male and female housekeepers who were inspecting the servants at work.

The two of them quickly stood on the side of the stairs, leaned forward and said:

"Hello, Your Excellency, may the Lord of Fire light your way forward."

Crown nodded slightly and said, "Thank you both for your hard work."

William Morrison bowed again: "Our pleasure."

When the owner of the mansion walked away, William turned around and said, "Melissa, do you know how old the bishop is?"

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

William said with a proud tone:

"When I was introduced as the housekeeper, Your Excellency Cavendi told me that our Excellency is the youngest bishop of the Rhine City Diocese in the past hundred years, a twenty-four third-level transcendent.

Work hard and we have a very bright future. "

Everyone has the attribute of being strong, and being able to rely on such a strong person will increase the status of the housekeeper.

Twenty-four years old? Only one year older than me?

Melissa's eyes were wide open, disbelief written on her face.

. . . .

When Crown returned to the bedroom, he picked up the two pets kept next door.

He first took a comfortable bath, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate on the golden light spell.

As soon as they saw him in the contemplation pose, the two pets sat down and stared at him intently.

Since the Golden Light Curse advanced to the second level, he discovered a pleasant change.

At the zero and first levels of the Golden Light Spell, visualization requires a lot of energy, and he needs a lot of food supplements to meet the consumption.

Now that the situation has changed significantly, he will feel that he is consuming energy when he is visualizing. But every time he visualizes for a big week, he actually feels that the energy has been replenished, which means that visualization no longer consumes energy, but can Replenish energy.

This feeling was not obvious when he first advanced the Golden Light Spell. As his proficiency increased, he could clearly feel this change. This feeling was especially prominent when visualizing under sunlight and moonlight.

Sometimes, Croun would wonder if this kind of skill that harvests the essence of the sun and moon to replenish oneself would have the power to become an immortal after being practiced to the end, because it is said that the Golden Light Curse is a skill with no upper limit.

He currently feels that the Golden Light Spell cultivates pure light of life, slowly and firmly.

It makes a person's strength and physique stronger and faster, and he even feels that things such as thinking and understanding that cannot be actually quantified have increased. It was already 11 o'clock at night when Kroun felt that his physical fatigue had completely recovered and ended the visualization.

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

First, he warmed up Fujin's spiritual seeds. He put his hand on the crow's head. The crow nuzzled him affectionately and closed its eyes as if enjoying it.

"Meow"

Buster protested jealously and bumped his waist dissatisfiedly with his head.

Croun's spiritual power continuously penetrated into Fujin's spiritual germ. Just when he was about to end the warm-up, he felt the germ and started to throb.

The germ then ruptures and emits a silvery brilliance.

Like X-rays, it penetrated Fujin's muscles and feathers and illuminated its skeleton.

The silver light suddenly appeared and then disappeared immediately. Crown felt that the germ had disappeared and merged into Fu Jin's flesh and blood.

He felt happy, this was a good sign.

When the germ ruptures, the spiritual seeds inside will imprint the power of his soul into the flesh and soul of the pet. It also means that Fu Jin will soon become a tame beast that has stepped into the extraordinary ranks.

From now on, he no longer needs to use the power of the soul to warm the pet every day, but only needs to warm it once a week.

"After raising it for so many days, it's not easy to finally wait for it to bloom and bear fruit."

Crown sighed and calculated with his fingers that these two pets had been with him for more than four months and had been fed with talisman water. He felt that these talisman water could even push a spirit controller to the second level.

Putting Fu Jin down, he picked up Buster and put him on his lap, and gently rubbed his head down with his hands: "Fat cat, you have to work hard."

Buster seemed to understand his words and let out a "meow" sound comfortably.

After Crown gave Bastwin the spiritual seeds, he opened the door and took the pets back to their rooms.

"Your Excellency, leave this kind of thing to me in the future."

The footman waiting for the summons at the door bent slightly and continued: "If Mr. William sees it, he will punish me again."

William once reprimanded him for such a thing and warned him that he would consider firing him if he failed to fulfill his duties as a manservant.

Crown nodded: "Okay, I will pay attention, Billy. In the past two days, you have to provide Fujin with more food. He needs it very much."

"Understood, Your Excellency."

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

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

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

Lying on the bed, Crown summoned the golden wall, checked the progress of each skill's proficiency, and went to sleep with satisfaction.

This feeling of being able to see your progress every moment is really great.

. . . .

Early the next morning, Crown was meditating on the golden light spell in his bedroom when he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

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

He could hear the footsteps of the manservant Billy. They were hurried, as if something was going on.

He did not open the door and continued to meditate on 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 sighs of the people outside the door.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Crown finished the visualization 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, Fu Jin."

"What's wrong with Fujin?"

Crown was a little suspicious. The crow should be in good condition. After all, it was about to become an extraordinary creature.

"Fujin's feathers were all gone overnight."

All gone?

With doubts, Crown opened the door to the pet room and saw Buster teasing a "broiler" with all its feathers missing.

The fat cat pinned the hairless crow to the ground and playfully licked the crow's wings with its barbed tongue.

Seeing his master come in, Buster immediately let go of his paws and squatted down with a cute look on his face.

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

"Meow", the black cat responded softly.

Croun squatted down and couldn't bear to look directly at the featherless crow. He asked with his mental power: "Where are your feathers?"

Since spiritual seeds are planted in pets, this "psychic transmission" can be used to communicate between them.

He can understand what the pets are saying, and the pets can understand his intentions.

(End of this chapter)