My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

The sound of cockcrows could be heard faintly in the distance, and Crown yawned.

After cultivating the idea of ​​Golden Light Mantra, he was very energetic, and after staying up all night, he didn't feel tired at all.

He removed the heating tool and waited for the liquid in the crucible to cool down for a while, then skillfully poured it into each test tube.

He threw the stopper aside. The liquid needed to cool completely before closing it.

When he came to the backyard, he fetched water to wash his face and mouth, and started cooking.

After a hearty meal, Crown sat cross-legged in Chaoyang's bedroom and began to visualize the rising sun.

After entering the first level of the Golden Light Spell, he found that the proficiency gained by doing a complete cycle of visualization was greatly reduced.

Before advancement, each complete cycle could bring two to three points of proficiency. Now, every two cycles only adds one point of proficiency.

The decrease in efficiency dampened his enthusiasm. Although he still insisted on spending enough time to meditate every day, he no longer had the same race against time as before.

Only at Mao hour and You hour will he compete against every second. Each cycle of visualization at these two hours can increase his proficiency by four to five points, so he cannot help but ignore it.

Unfortunately, the Frost Moon has arrived, and the sun rises later and later. If you cannot bathe in the sun, even if you meditate on the Great Sun Seal with your hands at Mao Shi, your improvement will still be slow.

The same is true at You hour. Without the blessing of moonlight, the increase in proficiency is no different from other hours.

The sun came in around 6:30, and when the sun shone on Crown's face, he immediately caught the faint warmth.

Stopping the ongoing visualization, his gestures immediately changed from the Golden Light Seal to the Great Sun Seal, and he began to visualize the heart as a red sun, radiating through the whole body and out of the body.

It was past midnight, and Croun felt that his body sensation began to change from warmth to a faint hint of heat. He slowly finished the exercise and ended the visualization.

After getting familiar with it over the past few days, he discovered that it was not that he could no longer visualize the Great Sun Seal after Mao Shi. It was just that if he continued to visualize at that time, the physical sensation of his body was no longer comfortable, and his proficiency could not even be increased.

The same situation applies to the visualization of forming the Moonlight Seal after the unitary hour. He vaguely understood that it was not that he could no longer perform the visualization of forming the Sunlight Seal or the Moonlight Seal after the Unitary Hour, but that continuing to do so would not only be unhelpful but harmful to the body.

After eating another two bowls of rice with the stew, he went to a shady bedroom and began to fall asleep.

. . . .

The people in the room made moonlight seals on their hands, with a touch of joy on their faces.

When he felt the slight coolness on his body turning into a chill, he realized that the unitary hour had passed, so he stopped his practice and dispersed his mudra.

A golden wall appears in front of you.

[Herbology: 32/5000; Level 3]

[Shooting: 456/5000; Level 3]

[Golden Light Curse: 1276/50000; Level 1]

[Cooking: 7/5000; Level 3]

The three third-level skills are in green font color, and the first-level golden light spell is in blue font color.

The increase in herbalism proficiency has been very slow. Based on Crown's research on Golden Finger, he understands that if he keeps making ordinary potions, one day the increase in this skill's proficiency will completely stagnate.

Cooking, which he had never practiced seriously before, was improved to Level 3 during the evening meal, which was completely beyond his expectation.

In the introduction of the skills, there are already special effects: you gradually understand the true meaning of cooking, which can fully stimulate the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves, and you have a vague understanding of how to cook the food together to burst out a consciousness that transcends the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves.

Kroun stood up and brought the rice heated in the steamer.

The staple food tonight is still white rice, and there are two dishes, namely braised chicken with mushrooms and stir-fried fat sausage.

People in this world did not have the habit of eating animal offal, which gave Croun an advantage.

He got some large intestines at a low price from a new butcher in town.

Taking a bite of the fatty intestines, your mouth is full of oil, but it doesn't make you feel cloying.

Kroen soaked the cleaned large intestine in ginger water. The fishy smell was very light, and it also had a natural spiciness. It was very enjoyable to eat.

The aroma of the chicken and the freshness of the mushrooms are fully brought out. The potatoes inside are soft and glutinous, and the taste is equally ecstatic when soaked in the thick soup.

He nearly bit his tongue a few times.

Three bowls of rice and two large portions of food were all eaten by him. When he finished eating, he suddenly realized that he had eaten too much!

When I become a chef in the future, I will be the best!

Holding the toothpick, Kroun paced back and forth in the room in small steps to speed up the digestion of the food.

"Uh", after burping, he felt that his stomach was not as bloated as before.

Leaving only a few potions for backup, Croun packed the rest into a large medicine box, then he put his leather bag on his back, picked up the box and walked out of the house.

. . . .

At this time, the Goat Hotel was always bustling with people. When Crown arrived, there were two drunkards fighting at the door, and there were also a group of men who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Ham, break his nose!"

"Robin, come on! I bought you to win this time. You made me money, and I'll buy you another drink!"

It seemed that someone had organized a gambling game, and the atmosphere at the door of the hotel was lively.

After just a quick glance, Kroun didn't stop, lifted the leather curtain, and stepped in.

Perhaps most people came outside to place their bets, and there seemed to be less than ten people in the room at times.

Someone saw the young man carrying the big box with a surprised expression on his face.

Crown glanced around and found no trace of his new friend.

"What are you doing?"

Old Jason behind the counter also looked puzzled.

Crown said with a "hehe" smile: "We made a big deal with the Gisei people."

He walked to the counter and took out three pink potions from his body: "Old price, 18 silver coins each."

Jason quickly glanced around, put away the potion at a surprising speed, and then took out some silver coins and counted them: "Here you go."

"See you later." After taking the money, Crown strode towards the back door.

If such a big box was filled with potions, how many gold shields would it cost?

Jason looked at his back and let out an envious sigh.

. . . .

All the sundries on the table were moved away, and some Gisei people took out the potions from the boxes and counted them.

Crown sat leaning on the chair and asked, "How effective is the pink potion? Who tried it?"

Lemansky said "hmm" and a blush flashed on his face: "It's very good. We are very interested in acquiring this drug."

Did the old man use it himself? A guess flashed through Croun's mind.

That's fine, it's more convincing.

He changed to a more comfortable position and sat with a smile on his face: "We can talk about the price."

The old man said in a deep voice: "After discussion with the caravan, we have negotiated the highest price we can afford. We are willing to buy the Bupleurum potion at 3 silver coins and 50 copper yuan each, and the pink potion at 18 silver coins each."