My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"boom!"

After a gunshot, Crown slowly lowered the revolver.

He rubbed his sore arms and sat on the chair next to him to rest.

The golden wall appears in front of you.

[Shooting: 786/1000; Level 1] (Short-range fixed target is no longer a problem for you)

Without real hard practice, it is impossible to improve your proficiency. The golden wall does not give people any thought of trying to catch a fish.

In one afternoon, Crown shot through two hundred rounds of ammunition conscientiously.

Ten-meter target practice is relatively easy, as there is no need to calculate ballistics.

All you need to know is the basic three points and one line.

That is, the eyes, front sight, and bullseye are in a straight line.

Crown originally thought that shooting with a pistol would be easier, but unexpectedly it was much more difficult than he imagined.

Because all the recoil of the pistol is borne by the two arms, unlike a rifle, a large part of the recoil is absorbed by the body.

I can't practice anymore. If I practice again, I won't be able to lift my arms tomorrow.

Crown gritted his teeth, packed up his revolver, and walked out of the patrol team's underground training ground.

It was getting late, and he still needed to buy some herbs from other herb collectors and start making potions.

Concerning herbalism, at present he is merely a theoretician.

"Are you planning to go back?"

At the entrance of the training ground, Yalu greeted him affectionately.

Looking at the enthusiasm, people who didn't know it would have thought that the two of them had some kind of super-friendship relationship.

Crown smiled politely: "Today's training is over. Come back tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, I'll wait for you tomorrow!"

Yalu smiled and nodded. The other party bought a lot of bullets in the afternoon, and he earned a few more silver coins.

Seeing the opponent's back walking away, Yalu's expression turned sarcastic, he shook his head disdainfully and said: "If you want to learn shooting well, it takes more than just a lot of practice. This kid is very bad. We have already searched his house. There is still money left to waste."

However, what does this have to do with him? He hopes that the other party will come every day.

Crown didn't know what the patrolman was thinking. Even if he knew, he would just smile indifferently.

The joy of having sex is beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

. . . .

On the eastern edge of Zach Town, there is a simple wooden house with a fence around the house and a vegetable patch.

At this moment, old Hans was sitting at the door of his house, smoking a homemade cigarette with a sad face.

He is a herb collector and makes a living by collecting herbs from the nearby mountains.

In the past, the medicine he picked would always be sold to the only herbalist in the town.

Now the herbalist's family has been killed by evil spirits and has returned to the embrace of the Lord of Fire, and his herbal medicines have no market.

Although the herbalist still has a son alive, he has seen that child before and he was still very tender.

Does the other party know how to use herbs to make potions?

Hang! The other party is now able to recognize all the herbs produced in the mountains.

But what should I do with the herbs collected now?

Waiting for a month for the merchants who occasionally pass by?

Many herbs need to be handled properly within a short period of time after being picked, otherwise they will lose their medicinal properties.

Herbal medicines that often need to be treated in this way are expensive.

"Old Hans, I'm here to buy herbs!"

The gentle voice interrupted the old man's thoughts.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the visitor.

Isn’t this the herbalist’s son, Crown? !

"You? Purchasing herbs?"

"Why, you don't do medicine collecting business now?"

"Of course! What's the price?"

"Same as usual! Just like my father."

"That's fair. Come in and take a seat first."

Crown smiled and shook his head: "No, I have to rush to the next house, just take it out."

. . . .

Four oil lamps were lit around the square experimental table in the room.

A special herbal juice was added to the oil lamp. The light was not dim, but white and bright.

On the table, the alcohol lamp was turned on at full power, heating the asbestos net, and sitting on it was a large crucible.

It was a stew of gorse, bloodgrass, and dog bones, with a turbid green liquid boiling inside.

Crown pressed one hand on the edge of the grinding bowl and ground the dried goat beans gently and soothingly with the other.

When he felt that there was no longer any astringency in the large particles, he stopped what he was doing.

Sprinkle the goat bean powder into it, then pick up a glass rod and stir quickly until the mixed liquid turns dark red.

When the liquid inside became viscous, he removed the alcohol lamp and began to stir slowly.

When his hands felt that the liquid inside was no longer so steamy, he stopped stirring and allowed it to cool down naturally.

Kroun rubbed his slightly swollen head and sat on a chair to rest.

He closed his eyes and kept replaying the various steps of refining the potion in his mind.

He has failed for half the night, and he doesn't know if he can succeed this time.

But he was not anxious at all. As long as he worked hard to refine it, his proficiency in herbal medicine continued to increase.

Success is only a matter of time for him.

After a while, his swollen head relaxed, and his originally tense nerves relaxed.

He stood up and came to the table, raising the cauldron to his eyes.

Inside was a black, sticky ointment.

He put the cauldron to his nose and sniffed lightly.

A faint fragrance hits your nostrils.

Yes, that’s what it tastes like!

There was no reason, he knew it was successful this time and he could sleep peacefully.

Crown smiled softly, finally having a way to support his craft.

He skillfully put the ointment into the clay pot, carefully scraped off every trace of the ointment on the dog bone, and then wrapped it with a layer of oilcloth to seal it.

This was an ointment that promoted blood circulation, removed blood stasis, and strengthened bones. He was going to use it to recover from the damage to his arm caused during shooting practice.

He gave the ointment a new name, tiger bone ointment!

. . . .

When the morning sun had just risen, Kroun had already washed and had a meal. Then he sat cross-legged in the room and began to meditate on the Golden Light Spell.

Now, every practice brings him three or four points of proficiency.

During the morning, two more meals need to be replenished.

In the afternoon, he clocked in at the patrol team on time for about three to four hours of shooting training.

In the evening, he would visit the homes of herb collectors in the town to see what herbs he could buy.

After returning home, Crown will apply tiger bone paste on his arms and legs, eat a big meal, and then make potions.

Four days, one after another.

On the fifth day, Crown practiced the golden light spell for half a morning, then stopped and prepared to go out.

There's nothing he can do, he's finished his food!

The golden wall slowly appeared in sight, and Crown had a smile and satisfaction on his face.

[Faruk language: 1756/5000; Level 3] (You have mastered this language proficiently)

[Herbology: 896/2000; Level 2] (You are familiar with the medicinal properties of a large number of herbs, and the success rate of refining potions is greatly increased)

[Shooting: 12/5000; Level 3] (You can always hit fixed targets at medium and short distances, and you also have a high hit rate against moving targets)

[Golden Light Spell: 1054/10000; Level 0] (You are getting more and more energetic, you can shorten your sleep time, and work up your energy)

[Cooking: 712/1000; Level 1] (In addition to being able to cook raw rice into cooked rice, you gradually learn to discover the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves)

In just a few days, he had broken away from the ranks of rookies and had some ability to protect himself.

It was difficult to improve his proficiency by shooting at fixed targets. He needed to go to the vast wilderness to shoot live animals.

It just so happened that he also needed to sell the potions and plasters he had refined during this period to the main customers of the Crown family.

Some medicines require receptor experiments before he can determine the dilution ratio of the medicine.

Sometimes medicine works too well, which is not a good thing.