My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 26 Are you willing to wait for me for a few days?

After the demon hunter master and apprentice left, Crown threw the iron pot he smashed into the small yard behind.

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.

Praising the Lord of Fire, he checked specifically just now and found that the room for refining the herbal medicine had not been damaged by werewolves.

He originally thought he could deal with the troubles of the world leisurely, but now the werewolf's revenge is imminent.

"Do you want to run away?" Crown said to himself.

Life here had just started to improve, and the peace was about to be broken by a werewolf. He was also a little angry.

Make money first, see if you can follow the path of a priest, and learn to become a Crusader.

During the conversation with Geralt, Crown learned that the so-called Crusaders were the extraordinary professional knights he mentioned.

They have strong bodies and can easily deal with monsters, but they are not good at dealing with evil spirits. They can only rely on specific weapons to cause harm to evil spirits.

But Croun felt that he was a perfect match.

His ability as a spirit master feels a bit useless, but the golden light spell can deal with spirits such as evil spirits. If he can learn to become a knight, his advantages will be complementary.

As for the argument that pursuing two extraordinary professions at the same time can easily distract people's energy, it doesn't exist at all for him, and his liver is ruined.

Quickly clearing the experimental table, he took out the other ingredients for the blood-boiling potion that he had already prepared, and divided each ingredient into small portions.

After recalling the steps for refining the blood-boiling potion in his mind, Crown officially started refining it.

The refining of potions may not seem tiring, but it is actually a physical job.

The herbalist must remain focused at all times, otherwise, with a slight mistake, all the efforts in refining the potion will be wasted.

Blue tulip petals floated in the pure water. Croun waited until the water was boiled and dripped in the basil juice. A slightly purple blue instantly spread in the beaker.

The black sage is ground into powder in a grinding mortar, placed in a gooseneck bottle and heated by dry heating, and the smoke is passed into the boiling beaker.
Half an hour later, Crown shook his head and poured the residue of the liquid into the trash can.

Not surprisingly, the first time ended in failure.

After taking a break, he reviewed the refining process in his mind, looking for any mistakes he had made.

When he understood how to avoid these mistakes, he started a new round of refining.

again and again.
Crown has refined it seven times, and he is making fewer and fewer mistakes.

The last time, he almost succeeded, but he failed to remove the alcohol lamp in time, and the medicine was scrapped.

He sat in a chair and pressed his fingers to his temples.

A golden wall appears in front of you.

[Herbology: 142/5000; Level [-]]

After refining the potion seven times, his proficiency increased by more than 100 points, and herbal medicine began to advance by leaps and bounds again.

With a knowing smile, Crown stood up, twisted his waist, and moved his legs and feet.

He then performed two cycles of Golden Light Mantra visualization.

Since the skill has been advanced, as long as the visualization is not done at Mao and You times, the hunger caused by practice has been much smaller than before.

The golden light spell is very suitable for restoring energy. After two cycles of practice, he felt that more than half of his tired cranial nerves were able to work again.

Liver up!
Kroun strode to the experimental table, cleaned up the mess just now, and started a new round of refining.

With full confidence and familiarity with the road, this time, success came naturally.

Placing the potion on the cooling rack, Kroun struck while the iron was hot and continued to refine it.

Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed. When the window gradually lit up, he suddenly realized that it was almost midnight.Throughout the night, he performed a total of 12 refining attempts, with a total of three successes. There were still 18 small portions of materials that had not been refined.

Smiling with relief, Crown temporarily put aside his refining work and began to prepare for the visualization.

The sun rises later and later in winter, which affects his proficiency in the Liver Golden Light Spell.

His wok no longer works, and all the chicken he saved was eaten by the werewolf, so he can only go out to eat.

. . . .

The next day, near noon, Croun wrapped the nine blood-boiling potions that he had successfully refined with a layer of flannel and put them in his backpack. He walked out of his house and headed straight to the Goat Hotel.

The hotel business was deserted at this time, and old Jason was taking a nap on the counter.

Didn't wake him up, maybe the shop owner was too tired at night, the effect of the pink potion can last for two hours, the hotel closes late at night, and if he exercises for such a long time.
Walking into the backyard, Crown went straight to the room where Lemansky lived.

In the room, the Gisai people's things have been packed away.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The old man who was sitting with his eyes closed opened his squinted eyes and said, "We will have lunch later. If you don't come yet, we will set off directly."

Putting his backpack on the table and taking out the potion inside, Crown said lightly: "Test it?"

Lemansky, who was listless just now, sat up straight in an instant and grabbed the potion: "You made it all?"

As the old man spoke, he picked up one of them and shook it a few times.

After seeing that the color of the medicine was still bright and there were no impurities in it, he opened the cork and placed it under his nose.

"Hey, you've been smelling it for a long time. I made sure to test my potion before coming here. I'm a herbalist with a very professional ethics."

Seeing Lemansky's actions like a puppy with his eyes closed, Crown mocked in amusement.

The old man ignored his teasing and did the same action eight times in succession.

After he inspected all the potions, he spoke seriously: "This is the first time we are dealing with extraordinary potions. It is necessary to be cautious. If there is a problem with the refining of this kind of potion, it will not help people. Magic potion will become poison instead.”

"How about it? There's no poison, right?"

The old man was silent for a few seconds and repeated the question he just asked: "You made it all?"

"Of course, I am the only herbalist in the small town of Zac."

Hearing an already expected answer, the old man looked even more serious and asked, "Have you ever refined this kind of potion before?"

Crown pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking softly: "I said I have never refined it before. Last night was the first time. Do you believe it?"

He wants to show off his talent as much as possible so that others can take him seriously.

As for hiding it, it's totally unnecessary.

The awl is hidden in the bag, and the sharp edge is exposed.

If your ability is slightly higher than others, others may be jealous.If you are far ahead of others, you will only get looked up at.

Another point is that he is too short of money and he wants to be trained by a priest immediately.

Lemansky's expression remained normal, but he took a deep breath.

Refining magic potions is not easy. So far, he only knows how to refine two extraordinary potions, and his success rate is less than [-]%.

If what the other party said is true, the success rate of refining a brand-new medicine for the first time can reach more than [-]%. This is a walking medicine refining machine, and it has a super high success rate.

"By the way, are you in such a hurry to leave? If you are not in a hurry, are you willing to wait for me for a few days?"

(End of this chapter)