Feast of villains

After refining the coagulation gel for the second time, Nance felt much more relaxed.

With black and red flames constantly tumbling in the palm of your hand, place it under the beaker and add water to it with the other hand.

The steps are exactly the same as the first time. After boiling the water, filter out the impurities in the mutated piranha and add it to the beaker for refining together. The water turns into brown pollen and turns into a thick liquid in the blink of an eye.

As time goes by, the mucus slowly rolls in the beaker, reflecting a faint luster. After continuous evaporation, the volume of 100ml continues to decrease, and soon only half of the original volume remains.

Next, Nance added the poppy liquid.

"Zhizhi..."

The two liquids came into contact with each other, causing an abnormal sound to come out of the beaker.

A faint gray mist billowed up.

The brown liquid gradually melts into the mucus and gradually turns red in color.

Fisher stretched his neck and stared at the process of refining the medicine.

Soon, the night color of the liquid in the beaker turned red and black, like blood about to coagulate, deep and mysterious.

Nance concentrated on controlling the temperature of the flame in his palm.

The most critical moment is pouring again. Whether this red-black liquid can gel depends on this minute of refining.

"The control of this magic element is terrifyingly precise..." Sister Marlene's fingertips on the wine glass she was holding suddenly tightened, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and she said to herself: "Isn't this guy from the slums?

He must have never received mental training. How did he do it..."

Fisher looked at the medicine refining process that was about to come to an end, sighed softly, and said with a little envy: "It will definitely be done this time."

A smile flashed across the depths of her eyes, and Sister Marlene almost curled up into her chair.

That plump body is lazy and looks like a fox huddled there taking a nap, which is particularly attractive.

"Congratulations to Sister Marlene, you really picked up a good seed." Fisher said solemnly.

Sister Marlene narrowed her eyes slightly, put down the wine glass, and tapped the table with her white fingertips: "Maybe it's just good luck, but I can't count on him so quickly. In the next few years, the convent and I will

The demand for potions still needs to be checked by Master Fisher, so that I can rest assured."

Fisher grinned, his face relaxing.

With Sister Marlene's words, he doesn't have to worry about being kicked away, and there will definitely be no gaps when working with Nance in the future.

The firelight shone on the wall, dancing with teeth and claws.

The solution in the beaker becomes thicker and thicker, and when the bubbles roll up, you can see that it has begun to condense into a colloid state.

Nance's spirit was all in the palm of his hand.

Under the precise control of the destruction engine, the magic element burned in his body, releasing heat one by one. The violent elements in the flames were like docile little sheep, obeying orders incomparably.

While the magic element was burning, his spirit was not disturbed much. He was originally a good man, and the devil's bewitchment had no effect on him. The beating of Leviathan's heart made his body a little restless, but

This is within controllable range.

The tumbling in the beaker gradually subsided.

Nance's face was serious, his eyes fixed on the gelatine at the bottom of the cup.

After about four minutes of refining, all the raw materials had been fused together to form a small thing that looked like donkey hide gelatin. The essence of the mutated piranha and poppy liquid was finally successfully extracted and synthesized by him, a rookie.

Come together.

The red and black flames in his palms gradually faded, and Nance's shoulders immediately dropped, and he held his hands on the table and took a few big breaths.

Sister Marlene propped her chin on the back of her hand and looked at him with her eyes.

Refining magic potion is a job that consumes a lot of magic energy. Now Nance's face is as rosy as if he had exercised strenuously, with beads of sweat covering his face.

These sweat beads wet the shirt on his body, making the somewhat transparent fabric close to his skin, and the outline of the muscles of his upper body could be clearly seen.

Especially since he is panting now!

Those undulating chest muscles look so sexy!

Sister Marlene raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and subconsciously licked her red lips with her pink tongue.

Looking at the blood coagulation gel that Nance had made, Fisher rubbed his hands excitedly. His long-term accumulated experience made him keenly aware that the quality of this medicine was very perfect...

The potion made with the same prescription and the same process will have different effects depending on the potion master.

Just like the same medicine, there are differences between original medicine and generic medicine. Even precise mechanical medicine will have different effects. What's more, the potion master is a human being, and the state of the medicine during refining has a great influence on the quality.

"Master Fisher." Sister Marlene said softly.

"clear."

Fisher came to the table and took out a knife.

Under Nance's "What are you doing?" gaze, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a four to five centimeter wound on his arm, and dark red and sticky blood suddenly spurted out. Then he picked up the coagulation gel and

Apply the black and red glue evenly on the wound,

Sister Marlene subconsciously held her breath.

The blood gushing out slowly stopped after applying the medicinal glue. After a while, a thin blood scab formed on the surface of the wound.

Sister Marlene's eyes suddenly became a little fiery.

The hemostatic effect is visible to the naked eye, and the effect is better than any coagulation gel she has seen before!

"It's really good. It's 20% more effective than ordinary coagulation gel!" Fisher said with a smile, looking at Nance with a touch of friendship in his eyes, "You can do it so perfectly for the first time. How can you show it?"

With his talent, it will be no problem to refine an intermediate potion within two years!"

Sister Marlene looked at Nance with her eyes wide open, and her cheeks were lightly filled with a warm and intoxicating pink color.

"There are still eight portions left, let's continue practicing." She said.

Nance finished his rest and turned around to continue refining the medicine.

Cleaning utensils, removing impurities, and blending them with each other... the tedious and delicate steps were demonstrated by him almost in one go, without any stagnation in the middle.

Seeing his calm and nimble movements, even a layperson like Sister Marlene couldn't help but admire in her heart: By chance, this time she really picked up a little treasure.

It took almost an hour to refine eight parts of the medicine.

Nance seemed to have lost all strength. He sat softly on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His whole body was so numb that he was too lazy to move a finger.

Fisher came to the table and carefully inspected the eight finished products that came out from behind.

Each piece of these black-red gels exudes a strong medicinal fragrance is in perfect condition, so even a veteran like him cannot find flaws on the surface.

"Is this something that humans can do? It's simply a miracle..." Fisher muttered to himself, feeling as if his worldview had collapsed.

Sister Marlene patted the velvet seat next to her and said with a smile: "Nance, come over here."

Nance, who was sitting on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

The numbness and weakness in his body had mostly subsided, and the magic energy in his body seemed to have been refined a lot. After he stood up, he twisted his neck, and the "click" sound of his bones made him let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems that your strength seems to be a little stronger. This is really wonderful." Sister Marlene blinked her bright eyes and gave him a pink smile, "From now on, you can just help me refine medicine.

How great it is that you can improve your strength by making money."

"Gu~"

Nance swallowed thirstily.

He lowered his head cautiously and sat next to Sister Marlene, like a nestling bird that couldn't stand the teasing.

Sister Marlene drank the wine happily and looked at him with increasingly happy eyes, just like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl looking sweetly at the boy she was passionately in love with who had just taken away her first kiss.

Pooh!

Don't even think about seducing me!

Nance looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose with his heart, and was completely unmoved.