The Divine Hunter

Under the dim light of the fire, a black-haired boy was standing in front of the alchemy platform, moving his hands flexibly between the herbal bag, the scale, the pestle, the large iron pot, and the pulling rope of the blower:

Two ounces of dried marigolds and one ounce of nettles were added to the stone mortar, and rolled with five minutes of force, two times a second, and a thousand times.

Add a quarter of the water to the wok...

Pour in the crushed herbs one after the other...

boil...

The steps are not complicated, but each of his movements seems to be measured with a ruler, precise, concise, and moderate in strength...

After a quarter of an hour, the flame on the stove was extinguished. The young man held the handle of the iron pot, shook his wrist and shook it evenly, and then slowly poured the potion that had not yet boiled into the snake neck bottle.

When he lifted the pale yellow potion and smelled the fragrance of the chrysanthemum, he carefully handed it to the bald man next to him who was watching with his arms around his chest.

"Lesso, come and see how the finished product is this time?"

The big man smelled it, dipped a little of the medicinal liquid with his fingertips, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment.

Roy wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and clasped his hands tightly together, like a sinner waiting for a judge's trial, and he looked very nervous.

"Little devil, congratulations!"

"Huh—" The boy let out a long sigh of relief, stretched his arms and turned around in a circle, so happy that he was about to cry.

No one knows what his life has been like these three days. In addition to routine training, he starts alchemy when he opens his eyes, and starts to meditate when he closes his eyes.

In his opinion, alchemy, a skill that scrutinizes details, is much more difficult and boring than training a crossbow. Whether it is the last world or this world, Roy is not very interested in precision instruments. But the Snake Sect witcher Letso pays great attention to alchemy and has very strict requirements on him.

How he hopes to have a skill that can be refined in an instant in the future.

"Well, although the quality of this calendula potion is not as good as the work of most rural herbalists, it is effective." The witcher said, "you just need to keep practicing and make hundreds of thousands of them. With a qualified medicine, the level will naturally improve."

"By the way, Leto, since the calendula potion is more effective than pure herbal therapy for trauma," Roy expressed his doubts, "How about taking it out and selling it? Will there be sales and can I make money?"

The witcher shook his head and explained, "As you can imagine, other people are not fools. The commoners at the bottom will find the potions too expensive, and would rather buy ready-made, cheap herbs for themselves, which are completely sufficient. Rich people can't use them. Calendula pharmacy, well-known doctors come to them for diagnosis and treatment... The medical field, no matter what city you are in, involves intricate interest relationships, which are deeply involved."

"If you dare to sell medicines on the street casually, you will be lucky enough to sell a few... Then you will be reported and caught in prison to eat mice for a month."

"Dispel unrealistic thoughts. The most suitable use of the potion is to keep it for personal use."

Roy felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he thought that if he was willing to work hard to get into a relationship, he should be able to make money, but it would take a lot of time, so it would be better to be a businessman directly.

"If stored properly, this bottle will be valid for nearly a month." Leto began to urge again, "Continue now, make about five, and it will be enough for the time being on the road."

...

Three days have passed in a blink of an eye. Under the strict supervision of the witcher, Roy successfully refined five calendula potions of uneven quality after dozens of attempts. The progress in alchemy efficiency was extremely slow. In the beginning, it might be successful once in ten times, but now it is almost nine times.

Just the opposite of Leto's level.

Roy can also understand that, after all, the time he actually spent refining the potion was only a few days in total, so naturally he couldn't compare with the decades of experience of demon hunters. And "alchemy" has not yet been introduced,

Skills are not formed in templates.

This is probably a long process.

Roy's alchemy practice class has come to an end temporarily.

The witcher began to take over the alchemy platform, refining the potion, alchemy bomb, and the herbal reagent prodrug prepared for him.

He was not idle either, and was responsible for the preliminary treatment of herbal medicine as an assistant.

"Five ounces of dried celandine flowers into powder, one ounce of water ghost brain into powder, remember the precautions I have emphasized."

With a stern face, Lesuo kept spitting out one command after another. His facial features were as cold and hard as stone carvings, and the various light alchemy instruments in his thick palms changed smoothly.

In front of the alchemy platform, the majestic back formed a strong contrast with the dexterous fingers. The witcher is like a master oil painting master, creating a wonderful painting.

Roy became a "puppet" that had wound up the clockwork, moving non-stop from morning to night in the narrow and dim alchemy room.

If you change to an ordinary person, you might be dizzy, but thanks to his spiritual attributes beyond ordinary people, he can stay focused for a long time without feeling overly tired.

Only after participating in the whole process did he understand the difference between potion and potion refining.

Taking the simplest and most commonly used "swallow" by witchers as an example, the only materials involved are celery and water ghost brain. The steps include drying in the shade, crushing, heating, distillation, secondary heating... dozens of steps, each of which is extremely particular, even if there is a slight error, and the fingers tremble. The final product is absolutely defective.

A crucial step, after bottling the boiled medicinal liquid, the witcher held it with both hands and closed his eyes in a state of meditation.

At this time, Roy could vaguely feel that there seemed to be some kind of invisible communication between Leto and the bottle of potion, involving the level of magic. In fact, it was Letho using the magic in his body to reconcile the potion, so that the water in the bottle could finally stabilize.

Without this link, the potion can only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

...

In the alchemy day and night, Roy almost forgot the loss of time. When he started refining the "Swallow" potion, he was still familiar with a few steps.

After starting the preparation of sword oil, alchemy bombs, and pro-drugs, his eyes were darkened, and his brain became a mess.

The processes involved are too many and too complicated. This part of the content is by no means understood by his current alchemy level. He simply gave up thinking and simply followed the witcher's instructions.

Although he had only learned one potion of marigold, his familiarity with the alchemy instruments greatly increased during his busy time as a witcher's assistant. These will lay a solid foundation for further study of alchemy in the future.

I don't know how long it took, five days, or a week. After the witcher made two bottles of "Swallows", two "Anti-Magic Metal Bombs", and another pile of potions.

Suddenly let Roy leave the alchemy room for free activities, rest and relax for a day.

Roy was relieved from the stressful work that was about to suffocate, and he couldn't breathe, and his mind became a little more active.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the witcher took out a glass bottle filled with some kind of liquid, the size of a finger, and placed it in front of him.

"This is a prodrug specially crafted for you." Leso's amber pupils stared at his black eyes, and he said slowly, "Long-term drinking will make your body gradually adapt to the toxicity of the potion. Good foundation."

Hearing the word "toxic", Roy's face turned pale.

"No wonder it makes me relax for a day. Before the death row inmates are executed, they also have a meal."

Even though he didn't care about the danger of the green grass trial on the surface, out of his self-protection nature, he was reluctant to drink these highly toxic substances in his heart.

"Don't worry, kid, with your current physique, it's enough to withstand the toxicity of the prodrug." Lesso looked at his expression and encouraged him, "Except for short-term pain, it will never Leaving you with any after-effects, that's the conclusion of countless trials."

"Drinking this thing, I will be able to pass the grass trial in the future?" Roy held the transparent glass bottle to the light, and was surprised to find that the grass trial prodrug was not as single-colored and pure as ordinary medicines.

Instead, it is filled with dense algae-like, parasite-like green filaments, which are turbid and heavy black as a whole, and thick and thick, making people panic.

"How can there be absolute truth in everything in the world?" Lesso said truthfully, "I can only tell you that once you get through this slow and painful process, your chances of surviving the trial of green grass will greatly increase in the future."

"How painful will that be?" Roy took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down.

"Did you know that women give birth to children?"

"Why do you ask?"

"According to the test records of Vesgerdri, taking the prodrug is about as painful as a woman giving birth to a child..."

Roy was silent, and automatically blocked the phrase "women give birth to children" in his mind. He began to wonder if he could hold on.

5.8 will, 5.5 physique, higher than ordinary people? should be no problem?

"Viper Academy has not produced fresh blood for nearly 20 years. If this trial of green grass fails again..."

Leto's tone gradually lowered, and he covered his warm and heavy palms on his shoulders, as if it contained some kind of magical power, which made him calm down quickly. "So, I hope you take courage and drink the prodrug."

"Actually, according to the original plan, your first use of the pro-drug will be six months later," Lesso also had doubts in his eyes. "Perhaps you are a little too precocious, and your physical fitness has reached my standard half a year ahead of schedule."

Of course Roy knows the reason, ordinary people don't have attribute points.

"Don't carry too much psychological burden, and give you two more days to prepare."

"Can you not drink?"

"Um?"

"I'm joking." Roy smiled reluctantly, and his face recovered a little blood. The matter has come to this stage, there is no room for regret, not to mention that this was originally in his plan, he chose the witcher. No matter how painful it is, I have to endure it.

The prodrug can increase the survival rate of the grass trial, how can you not drink it?

"No need to wait two more days, it's today."

Under the care of the witcher, Roy took out a potion and shook it gently, but instead of taking it immediately, he squatted on the ground and began to meditate, eliminating distracting thoughts and relaxing his body and mind.

Half an hour later, his energy was fully recovered. He glanced at the clock in the room and wrote down the time. With a "Boom", he calmly removed the cork and dried his eyelids without blinking!

In an instant, three strong tastes of bitter, fishy, ​​and salty occupied his sense of taste. ,

It's like swallowing oysters, raw pork, fresh herbs with soil in one mouthful, even if the medicine just slips through the lips, teeth and tongue, directly into the esophagus and stomach. The strange taste still lingers in the mouth for a long time.

His facial features were wrinkled, his fists were tightly curled in front of his chest, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

This is the beginning of the medicine.

The medicinal liquid fermented in the mouth for a while, and then rushed into the brain along the nasal cavity. Roy felt that he had hit a wall head-on, and instantly became confused, shook his head and rolled his eyes, and the sitting meditation posture was instantly broken. fell to the ground.

What's more terrifying is that the medicinal liquid has a strange chemical reaction in the stomach, releasing a huge amount of heat, and the chest and abdomen become extremely hot, as if there is a stove being smoked, and it will cook and scorch him. , burned to ashes.

His body instinctively allowed him to scratch his fingers desperately on the cold and hard ground, tumbling from side to side, dissipating the heat, and his eyes were tightly closed, his face flushed and tense, as if he was in a nightmare.

After another moment, the pain finally reached its peak. He suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot in them, and a horrific hoarse cry came out of his throat. The neck and temples, the thick blood vessels bulged and twisted abnormally.

The witcher squatted beside him, his expression unchanged the whole time, except that there was a faint memory in his amber pupils.

"Hold on, kid, the longer you endure, the more painful it is, the greater the reward."