Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Mash the green-leaf grass first, remove all the broken grass leaves, and take its juice..."

Roger looked at the unfolded alchemy notes while performing the operation.

He thought it would be very simple, but in practice, he found it difficult.

The wording of the share recorded above is vague, and there is no specific weighing unit in the hand, so I can only guess at the graph on the book.

"If I do this, I won't eat myself to death, will I?"

Looking at the boiling liquid in the pot, Roger muttered to himself.

The first step in alchemy is to extract, and it took a lot of effort to use up all the herbs that were collected before barely getting some basic medicinal liquid.

At the same time as the extraction, he boiled another part of the herb in the pot, and then slowly boiled it over a low heat, and finally got half a pot of black slime.

This is an auxiliary item for practicing physical strength. The three kinds of medicinal herbs that have been squeezed out of juice have a wonderful reaction after being boiled, and then put in green leaf grass, stamens and dead wood roots in order.

The final result is a kind of ointment that exudes a strange smell like a paste.

Apply this thing on the body, when exercising, it can promote the growth of muscles and improve the body quickly.

"Is this really edible?"

Looking at the pale green liquid in the bowl, he hesitated for a while, but Roger still drank it.

A little bitter, a little fishy, ​​and has a strong earthy taste.

There seems to be nothing else.

Roger was thinking when suddenly a hot breath spread up from his stomach, and his entire esophagus was on fire, as if flames were about to spew out of his throat.

Roger couldn't help opening his mouth, but strangely he couldn't make a sound, and then the scorching breath continued upward, penetrating the top of his head!

"drink……"

His entire brain seemed to be turned on, and he felt that his mind became extremely focused, and his perception was multiplied. Compared with before, it was like a motorcycle replaced with an airplane engine.

"It feels great!"

He turned on Nilfgaard's body strengthening technique, and the originally complex and precise movements and breathing methods that did not conform to human breathing habits instantly came to mind.

Knowledge is organized and absorbed.

In just an instant, Roger felt that he had completely grasped the main points of physical strengthening.

He can't wait to try it now.

Taking off his clothes as quickly as possible, Roger stood naked in the empty space in front of the wooden bed, and then smeared the still warm mucus evenly on his body. He used a piece of rag to dip the place where his back could not reach. Ointment, rub it on.

After recalling all the movements of the strengthening technique in his mind, his body began to twist quickly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

An hour later, Roger, who was in a state of excitement, suddenly stagnates, tearing his muscles, rubbing his joints, and a tide of exhaustion suddenly pouring out.

He felt as if his head had been dug out of thin air, and he almost spit it out with a strong vomit, accompanied by the stench of the ointment that had dried on his body.

His stomach was empty, but before he could do anything, Roger collapsed to the ground like mud, his eyelids were heavy, and he felt that he might fall asleep at any time.

"Is this what you call nontoxic?"

Roger was shocked. It was difficult for him to imagine the real alchemy potion, how overbearing its efficacy and side effects would be?

He bit his lip abruptly, and with a hint of sobriety brought about by the pain, with the utmost willpower, he turned over and fell on the wooden bed behind him.

After doing this, Roger felt like his body was about to crack.

"Should I train myself to death?"

The last thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment darkness invaded, and he completely lost consciousness.

At this time, the sun was slightly down, the whole island was silent, and no one knew what happened here.

Darkly.

When Roger opened his eyes again, what he saw was a ray of moonlight coming in from the window.

"How long have I slept?"

Roger murmured, then propped up the bed board and planned to sit up, but with his force, he immediately noticed the difference.

"my power?"

Roger's expression changed slightly.

He stood up abruptly, but because of the excessive force, the whole person staggered forward, clenched his fists slightly, and there was a power far beyond the past in his arms.

After secretly estimating, Roger felt that his current physique was very close to the standard of a normal adult.

"I've improved so much after just one exercise. If I exercise 10 times and 8 times, can I become a superman?"

But soon he swept the thought out of his mind.

"Since it is a basic physical strength technique, there must be an upper limit, but if you practice it normally, the effect of this thing should not be so overbearing."

"It seems to be focusing on the role of the potion."

After getting used to the surge of strength on his body, Roger noticed the ointment sticking to his body at this time. After the ointment was air-dried, it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body, and the bedding was also stained a lot.

After a good night's sleep, not only was I refreshed, but the nausea like my brain had been dug out before disappeared, and even the fatigue on my body was swept away.

"That's really good stuff."

Roger marveled at the magic of the wooden bed, he tore off the dirty sheet, and walked out wrapped in the sheet without clothes on.

The island at night was not as hot and dry as it was during the day, and the breeze was breezy. Roger felt a gust of wind, so he wrapped his sheets tightly and walked to a beach in the distance.

It was the full moon, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the island. After the strength increased, Roger even felt that his walking speed was much faster.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at the beach.

There is a low-lying area, and when the sea ebbs, a lake-like area forms in place.

The wound on his forehead was not ready yet, so he slid into the sea by the edge. The cold sea washed the dirt on his body and washed his body. He was even a little reluctant to get up. Had a cold sea bath.

"If there are three or two more sorceresses by my side, tsk tsk, this is the life of a witcher." Roger couldn't help but sigh.

But just when he was about to get up and leave, a voice came not far away.

"It's a beautiful moonlight, it's been a long time since we've been so relaxed."

It's that man!

Roger's heart tightened, he was about to speak, but suddenly realized the meaning of the other party's words.

"us?"

There are others here!

Roger's face changed greatly. At this time, he could no longer care about the wound on his forehead that had not healed. He took a deep breath and dived into the water carefully.

Then, by the moonlight, he bypassed the boulder behind him and carefully concealed himself.

Due to the limitations of the terrain, there is a vast sea behind him. Under this kind of light, as long as his head emerges, he will definitely be discovered by the other party.

At this time, the tall man had also appeared in Roger's sight.

He is alone.

But when Roger was in doubt, the water splashed, and a pale blue figure with webbed feet broke through the water and jumped up the man's back.

Under the moonlight, Roger clearly saw the other's head like a fish!