The Primordial Wizard

　　 "No problem, I guess I can get one or two quintals. It will take about two weeks to get it. I don't have to pay for it, father, I have money."

　　 Romon seemed to be indifferent and waved his big hand, his face flashed with pain.

　　 "The beating willow is very common in the northern part of the city-state near the Laer Mountain Range, but few people need the tuber of the thing. It is difficult to entangle and not very useful. The general hunting team directly walks around."

　　 Just as Ace had expected, Romon readily agreed to take over the inquiries and purchase willow crown tubers.

　　 He still has a lot of money left to sell his body armor, and Ace is not hypocritical, after all, he is his father. After he had compiled the dictionary and obtained citizenship, he moved his family to the first block and allowed Romon to live as a citizen family again.

　　 In the pub where Romon often goes. The tavern itself has no name. The owner is Connie, a skinny old man.

　　 Old Connie fought with monsters when he was young, was bitten off a leg and installed a wooden prosthetic leg. Because of the pain in rainy days, he needed to drink often and had pains. Under the encouragement of his comrades, he simply opened a tavern.

　　 "Brother Connie, I'll toast you a glass." Romon sat on the bar, took a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for old Connie.

　　 "When did you Romon invited me to drink, what heirlooms would you like to do?" Connie took the wine and said loudly.

　　 "Be quiet, be quiet. Brother, I'm embarrassed to say, I want to get a taste of the tuber on the canopy of the willow tree."

　　 "What's so good about that thing, beating a human willow is a troublesome thing, the whole tuber is not cheap."

　　 "Brother, I said, you can't laugh at me."

　　 Connie's face is full of curiosity, and his big mouth is probably not a secret.

　　 "Speak quickly, speak quickly, brother, I'm famous for being strict."

　　 "I heard that beating the tuber of Ren Willow is particularly helpful in that regard."

　　 "Which way?"

　　 "That's it!"

　　 "That's it, no problem, no problem, family harmony comes first. The price is not cheap, you are ready for Kintale."

　　 "Then trouble me, brother."

　　 Romon and Connie hummed for a while and left the tavern leisurely.

　　 "Brother, what did you say to Romon." Seeing Romon left, several veterans came forward to inquire.

　　 "Can't say, can't say."

　　 "Brother, let's drink and drink."

　　 After a few glasses of wine.

　　 "You guys can't spread the word, Romon is not good at that. I heard that beating human willow tubers is useful. I have to get a taste."

　　 "This thing is troublesome, it's definitely not cheap!"

　　 "It's just that it's not cheap, it might be really useful, or let's do the whole thing, we can try it later, hehe..."

　　 A few days later, news spread in the tavern that beating willow tubers was beneficial to family harmony. Luo Meng ignored the strange eyes of others. He had already thought about it. The formula of the medicine prepared by his son must be kept secret. It is necessary to make some smoke to confuse others by himself.

　　 Two weeks later, Ace received a large piece of beating willow crown tubers and kept them in a dry and dark place.

　　 He has not been idle for this period of time. Through reading related books, he learned about the formulas of some tranquilizers, went to the market to purchase a lot of tranquilizers, caught a lot of mice, tied them all up, and prepared to start experiments.

He combined ten different formulas according to the medicinal properties, cut the tuber into small pieces, grind the crystals taken out by killing the panic crows into powder, mix them together in a ratio of three to one, and boil them into a paste with different excipients. , Four of them are green, and the others are black.

　　 Ace forcibly fed these pastes to the captured mice. Three died on the spot, and the other few ate the black paste and did not survive for half an hour.

　　 ate four little green mice, and they were not dead for the time being. Ace tied them up and hung them on the beams of the house with a long rope, and stayed to observe the effect.

　　The work of the library has ended. He has been paid ten silver talers and beheaded once. Now, apart from going to teacher Peter's dictionary during the day, I always come back to do experiments at night. The little mice all had fevers of varying degrees, and eventually none of them held up.

　　 Ace used parchment paper to record the experimental situation in detail. According to the existing experimental data analysis, the blackened formula is the wrong formula, which can be recorded as a poison.

　　The green formula should be useful. Whether the formula ratio needs to be adjusted or the dosage is reduced, it needs to be tested again.

　　 After a while, Ace’s room often showed dead mice. He carefully carried the dead mice out to burn and bury them every morning. The neighbors in the eighth block began to circulate the legend that Romon’s family likes to eat mice.

　　 Finally, Ace prepared a jelly-like potion with emerald green color. After eating, the mouse had a slight fever but did not die.

　　 He conducted a group test, testing the same content on the mice that took the medicine and the mice that did not take the medicine.

　　 It was found that the mice that took the medicine had faster response, stronger memory, and smarter. Then a few more experiments were conducted to ensure that the effect of the medicine was stable, and Ace decided to take it by himself.

　　 He first took a bite at the dose of the little mouse. After confirming that it had no effect, he insisted on taking the dose of the little mouse three times a day. After half a month passed, Ace felt that his memory, reaction speed, and association ability had improved rapidly.

The most direct manifestation of 　　 is the rapid progress of the dictionary compilation work, and the common vocabulary part will be completed in more than half a month.

　　 Autumn is high and fresh, and the hottest season has passed. Every Sunday is a rest day, also called God King Day. Legend has it that the seventh day after the formation of the world, the birth day of God King Knoans.

　　 Ace didn't go anywhere today. UU reading www.uukanshu.com took a leisurely nap at home. After woke up in a daze, he expertly took a sip of the emerald green potion.

　　 After swallowing, Ace suddenly felt extremely hot in his body, with a splitting headache and poor breathing. He was drowning, struggling for a long time, and his eyes seemed completely dark.

"Huh! Huh!" For a long time, Ace, who had stopped struggling, suddenly gasped and finally could breathe. He felt dry and dry. He slowly got up from the bed, trying to pick up the pottery cup and drink some water, but saw The pottery cup floated up and flew up.

　　 "哐!"

　　 The pottery cup fell to the ground, a gap was made in the mouth of the cup, and the water inside poured out a pool.

Ace looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He had forgotten his dry mouth a long time ago, and concentrated on trying to make the pottery cup fly. The pottery cup was like a baby who had just learned to walk. As Ace turned around, the corners of Ace's mouth almost reached the back of his head.

　　 With the pottery cup flying in the room, wherever he went, small objects flew up, as if playing a cheerful serenade.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 The happily flying utensil suddenly fell, and the cheerful serenade stopped abruptly and broke to the ground. Ace rolled around on the bed holding his head, he felt a splitting headache, as if someone was hitting his head with a heavy hammer.

　　 After a long time, it was dark outside, and Ace was relieved. At this moment Marina came in. She was surprised to see the fragmentation of a place. She didn't understand what happened to her son who was always precocious and stable.

　　 Marina shattered across the ground, hugged her son who was holding her head, and hugged it distressedly.

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