This Text Adventure Game is Totally Poisonous

"Why is it black again?"

Mu You looked at the sticky black paste at the bottom of the crucible speechlessly, what about the natural color that was agreed upon?

He had no choice but to take out the ointment first, and poured it into a glass jar that had already been prepared.

The whole paste is like a piece of flowing jelly, firmly adhered to each other and never separated, and finally no trace of the rest slipped into the glass jar.

This is not the nature of the plaster itself, but the inherent characteristics of the witch's crucible: the potion refined from the crucible, no matter how thick it is, will not stick to the crucible at all, killing all non-stick pans in the world in seconds.

Therefore, when using the magic crucible, there is no need to worry about whether to wash the pot or whether there will be a "smell" between different potions, because there will be no impurities or residues on the inner wall of the crucible, and each refining is a new one. Start.

With a movement of the soles of the feet, the barrier was automatically released. Mu You immediately turned off the automatic trigger switch, then took the phone, opened the game, and checked the records.

[You got the healing ointment (inferior): the lowest-grade healing ointment, which exudes a strong smell, and the recovery effect is greatly reduced, which can barely be used to treat trauma. It will continue to heal wounds within half an hour, and restore up to 50 points of life... However, compared to the restored life, its smell may cause more serious mental pollution. Are you sure you want to use this on the patient? 】

It really is the youth version!

The original version recovers 200 points of life in one minute, and the youth version only recovers 50 points in half an hour. The gap is not usually large.

Mu You is helpless, this broken game text is still as bad as before, isn't it just a bit heavy? Good medicine tastes bitter, do you understand it?

Moreover, this was his first time refining medicine, and he relied on his own groping throughout the whole process. If he could tinker with the finished product, it would be considered pretty good, right?

Mu You comforted himself, then took the ointment into the backpack.

The first potion in life is of course to be used on the most precious baby unicorn in the family!

"Come on, dear baby, don't be afraid, believe me, even though it looks a little dark, this is really medicine! Have you heard of Black Jade Ointment? It has the same effect!"

Under the terrified gaze of the unicorn, Mu You pressed it, removed the gauze from its body, and applied the ointment to each wound.

"It really works!"

Seeing that the wound really began to slowly heal a little bit, Mu You was very relieved, all the hard work was finally not in vain.

Then he ignored the unicorn's pitiful 'please let me go' eyes, and hurriedly went to the basement to make two new ointments in the same way.

After applying three doses of ointment in a row, the wounds on the unicorn's body were finally covered.

At this moment, the unicorn fell to the ground helplessly, its nasal cavity twitched, gasping for breath, and the tears in its eyes were already spinning crazily. Compared with this stinky ointment, it would rather continue to wear bandages.

Even the Mandrake, who likes unicorns the most, pinches its nose and hides far away at this moment, while staring in horror at the jet-black medicine jar left in Muyou's hand, for fear that these two-legged beasts will also kill this ghost. Something was forced onto it.

"Be good! Just hold on for half an hour, and you can take a bath after half an hour!"

Mu You comforted the unicorn in a soft voice, fearing that it would sneak away to take a bath, so he had to stay by the side all the time. After waiting for a full half an hour, it was not released until it was confirmed that the wounds on its whole body had fully recovered.

The unicorn had fully recovered at this time, and fled away with a few jumps. It couldn't wait to jump into the stream to wash its fragrance. After washing it several times, it finally covered up the smell on its body.

"Is it that bad smell?"

Mu You was a little embarrassed.

It may be because he kept repeating the cooking process and stayed in front of the crucible for too long, which caused his sense of smell to be immune to the bitter taste to a certain extent, so he didn't feel the taste of this thing.

And just now, even the game popped up a "Today's Lifespan Mission Completed" prompt, indicating that the game also recognized that this is a real potion.

Of course, if possible, he still has to find a way to improve it, otherwise he won't be able to use up this thing by himself, and he won't be able to sell it for a good price, and he will have to throw it at his hands in the end.

Mu You returned to the basement, thinking about ways to improve along the way.

After hundreds of times of practice, he can be regarded as practice makes perfect, almost all the process has been perfected, what else can be improved?

Mu You couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Muyou, what are you doing meow? It stinks!"

At this time, Coke emerged from the stairs in the basement, his paws kept flapping in front of him, his face full of disgust. Today there is no Muyou's alarm clock to wake up, it was just woken up by the bitter smell, and immediately rushed down to find Muyou to question the crime.

"Don't make noise, I'm refining medicine." Mu You said casually.

"Alchemy?"

Coke was very puzzled, endured the stench, jumped down the stairs, walked to Muyou and walked around.

Looking at Mu You, and then looking at the instruments on the table, it suddenly called out: "No wonder it's so stinky, how can you use this kind of flame to refine the potion meow?"

Mu You was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurriedly looked at it: "Also there is a requirement for flames in refining medicine?"

"Of course meow!"

Cole said: "Potions must be refined with magical flames. This is common sense that even my familiar knows! When my master used to make potions, he always used a specially contracted fire spirit to assist in refining medicines." .”

"Fire spirit?"

"It is a kind of intelligent creature made of natural elements, composed of pure fire elements. However, this kind of elemental creature is extremely difficult to tame, so the price is also very expensive. A fire spirit has at least 8,000 years of lifespan. Come on! In my master's potion class, only my master can use the fire spirit!"

Coke also showed off the financial resources of its former owner by the way.

"Elemental creatures with intelligence..."

After hearing this, Mu You was speechless. After a long time, it turned out that the flame was wrong. However, where would he get something with a lifespan of 8,000 years?

But what Coke said after that made him think again.

"Wait, you said that she is the only one in your master's class who has a fire spirit...then what kind of potion do the others use?"

"Fire spirit is just the best medicine refining medium, and fire spirit is not necessary, as long as it is a magic flame! Ordinary people usually use cheap magic oil lamps or magic fireplaces to refine medicine." Coke said.

Sure enough, there are alternatives!

Mu You hurriedly asked Coke to explain in detail.

"The magic oil lamp is a small pot lamp. Input magic power or throw it into the magic stone, it can be converted into lamp oil, and then produce magic flames. The advantage is that it is small and easy to carry. The disadvantage is that the magic power consumption is high, and it needs continuous input of magic power. "

"As for the magic fireplace, it is a kind of household fire-making equipment. Basically every household has it. The advantage is that the magic flame produced is stable, and the fuel only needs ordinary wood, which consumes very little. The disadvantage is that it is too large and heavy. It can only be placed in a fixed place, and it is difficult to carry it around.”

"That's the difference between a lamp and a flashlight..." Mu You nodded.

After listening to Coke's explanation, he suddenly thought of a question: Since the herb picker has always claimed to be a potion apprentice, in order to complete the tasks that come with him, he must be refining medicine every day, right?

That being the case, there should be a similar magical stove in his home.