The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 47 Drinking Pain

  Under the dim firelight, a young man with black hair was standing in front of the alchemy platform, his hands flexibly moving back and forth between the herbal bag, the scale, the pestle, the big iron pot, and the blower rope:

  Two ounces of dried marigolds in the shade and one ounce of nettles are added to the stone mortar. Use five minutes of strength to press while stirring, twice a second, and count 1,000.

  Add a quarter of the water to the iron pot...

  Pour the crushed herbs one after another...

  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 pan, shaking his wrist evenly, and then slowly poured the potion that had not yet boiled into the snake-necked bottle. This time the movement was smooth and rapid, without spilling a drop.

  Wait until he picked up the pale yellow potion and smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemums, he cautiously handed it to the bald man who was sitting on the side with his arms around his chest.

   "Reso, how about the finished product this time?"

  The big man sniffed it, then dipped a little liquid medicine with his fingertips, put it in his mouth, and closed his eyes for a moment.

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

   "Boy, congratulations!"

   "Hoo—" The young man let out a long sigh of relief, stretched his arms and turned around in place, and was about to cry with joy.

  No one knows what kind of life he has been in the past three days. Apart from routine training, he started alchemy when he opened his eyes and meditated when he closed his eyes.

  In his opinion, the technique of alchemy, which is a skill that digs into details, is much more difficult and boring than training for crossbow shooting. Regardless of the previous world or this world, Roy is not very interested in this aspect involving precision instruments. However, Reso, the demon hunter of the Snake School, pays much attention to alchemy and is very strict with him.

  How much he hopes that he will have an instant skill in the future.

"Well, although the quality of this calendula potion is not as good as most of the works of the country's herbalists, it is effective," said the witcher. "Next, you only need to practice and make hundreds of thousands. With qualified medicines, the standard will naturally improve."

   "By the way, Reso, since calendula potions are more effective than pure herbs for treating trauma," Roy said in his doubts, "How about selling it? Will there be sales? Will it make money?"

The demon hunter shook his head and explained, "If you can think of this, other people are not fools. The low-level civilians will think that the medicine is too expensive, and would rather buy some ready-made, cheap herbs by themselves, which are completely enough. The rich don't need it. Calendula pharmacy, well-known doctors provide outpatient treatment for them...The medical field, no matter which city you are in, involves intricate interest relationships, which are deeply involved, both overtly and secretly."

   "If you dare to peddling potions on the street casually, if you are lucky, you can sell a few... Then you will be reported by someone and caught in jail for a month of rats."

  "Dispel unrealistic thoughts. The most suitable use of the medicine is to keep it for your own use."

  Roy was a little sorry after hearing this, but he thought that if he was willing to work hard to drill into the camp, he should be able to make money, but that would take a lot of time, so it is better to be a businessman directly.

  "If stored properly, the potion will be valid for nearly one month." Resso began to urge again, "Now continue, make about five bottles, and it will be enough for the time being on the road."

  ...

Three days later, under the strict supervision of the witcher, Roy succeeded in refining five marigold potions of uneven quality after dozens of attempts, and his progress in alchemy efficiency was extremely slow. In the beginning, it might be successful once out of ten times, but now it's almost nine times.

The level of    and Reso is just the opposite.

  Roy can also understand, after all, he actually spent only a few days in the actual refining of pharmaceutical agents, and naturally he couldn't compare with the ten-year experience of the number of demon hunters. Moreover, "Alchemy" has not yet been introduced, and skills have not been formed in the template.

  This is probably a long process.

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

  The demon hunter began to take over the alchemy platform, personally refining potions, alchemy bombs, and the herb reagent prodrugs prepared for him.

  He is not idle either, as an assistant in charge of the initial treatment of herbs.

  "Five ounces of dried Baijima flowers are ground into powder, and one ounce of water ghost brain is ground into powder. Remember the precautions I have emphasized."

   Reso's face is stern, and his mouth keeps spitting out one command after another. The facial features are like stone carvings, and the various light alchemy instruments in the thick palms are smoothly converted.

  In front of the alchemy platform, the majestic figure from the back formed a sharp contrast with the dexterous fingers. The Demon Hunter is like a brilliant oil painting master who is creating a wonderful painting.

  Roy became a "puppet" with the clockwork tightened, moving in the narrow and dim alchemy room from morning to night.

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

  He personally participated in the whole process before he understood the difference between potion and potion refining.

  Take the simplest and most commonly used "swallow" by the demon hunter as an example. The materials involved are only white quince and water ghost brain. The steps include drying in the shade, crushing, heating, distilling, reheating... dozens of steps, each of which is very particular, even if there is a slight mistake or a finger shake. The final product is absolutely defective.

  A crucial step, after bottling the boiled liquid medicine, the demon hunter holds it with both hands and closes his eyes to do a meditation state.

  At this time, Roy could faintly feel that there seemed to be some kind of invisible communication between Reso and the potion, involving the level of magic. In fact, this is Reso using the magic power in his body to harmonize the potion, so that the water in the bottle can 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 about the loss of time. When he first started refining the "Swallow" potion, he was still familiar with a few steps.

  Afterwards, he began to mix sword oil, alchemy bombs, and prodrugs. His eyes were darkened, and his brain became a paste.

  There are too many processes involved and too complicated. This part of the content is by no means understandable by his current alchemy level. He simply gave up thinking and simply followed the instructions of the demon hunter.

  Although he only learned one kind of calendula potion, his familiarity with alchemy equipment greatly increased during the busy time when he was an assistant to the demon hunter. These will lay a solid foundation for further learning of alchemy in the future.

  I don’t know how long it has been, five days, or a week. After the demon hunter refined 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 did not dare to breathe, and his mind became a little more active.

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

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

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

   "No wonder it will let me relax for a day. Before the death row prisoner is executed, there is also a decapitation meal."

   Even on the surface, he doesn't care about the danger of the trial of the grass. Out of the nature of self-protection, his heart repels drinking these highly toxic substances.

"Don't worry, kid, your current physique is enough to withstand the toxicity of the prodrug." Resso said with a panoramic view of his expression and rarely encouraged him, "Except for short-term pain, it will never Leave you with any sequelae, this is the conclusion of countless trials."

   "Drink this thing, I will be able to pass the trial of grass in the future?" Roy raised the transparent glass bottle to the light, and found that the pre-drug of the trial of grass was not as monochromatic and pure as ordinary potions.

  Rather, it is filled with dense algae-like, parasite-like green filaments. The overall appearance is turbid and heavy black, and it is thick and thick, which makes people panic.

   "Everything in the world, how can there be absolute truth?" Resso said truthfully, "I can only tell you that once you get through this slow and painful process, your chances of surviving from the trial of the grass will be greatly increased in the future."

   "How much pain will it hurt?" Roy took a deep breath and forced his composure.

   "Do you know that women have children?"

"Why do you ask?"

  "According to Wisgedy’s test records, taking the prodrug is probably as painful as a woman giving birth..."

  Roy was silent, and automatically blocked the phrase "a woman has a child" in his mind. He began to wonder if he could hold it.

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

  "The Viper Academy has not produced any new blood for nearly 20 years. If this trial of grass fails again..."

   Resso's tone gradually lowered, covering 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 the courage and drink the prodrug."

  "According to the original plan, the first time you used the prodrug was half a year later," Resso also had doubts in his eyes. "Perhaps you are a bit too precocious, and your physical fitness has reached my standard half a year in advance."

  Roy certainly knows the reason, and ordinary people don’t have attribute points.

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

   "Can you not drink it?"

"Um?"

"I'm joking." Roy grinned reluctantly, his face regained a little blood, the matter has come to this point, where there is room for regret, not to mention that this was originally in his plan, and he chose the demon hunter. No matter how painful we are, we have to sustain it.

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

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

  Under the care of the demon hunter, Roy took out a potion and shook it gently, but did not take it immediately, but squatted on the ground to meditate, get rid of distracting thoughts, and relax.

  After half an hour, his energy was fully recovered. He glanced at the clock in the room to record the time, and with a "pop", he calmly peeled off the cork, and his eyelids dried up without blinking!

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

  It's like swallowing oysters, raw pork, fresh herbs with mud, even if the medicine just slips through the lips, teeth and tongue, and directly enters the esophagus and stomach. The weird smell still persists in the mouth for a long time.

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

  The effect of the medicine has just begun.

The liquid medicine fermented in the mouth for a while, and then rushed into the brain along the nasal cavity. Roy felt as if he hit a wall head-on, instantly blurred, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, his sitting meditative posture was instantly broken up. Fell to the ground.

What’s more frightening is that the liquid medicine 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 in the smoke, it must be roasted and scorched. , Burned to ashes.

  The body could have allowed him to scratch his fingers desperately on the cold and hard ground, rolling left and right, dissipating the heat, and his closed eyes turned red and tight, as if he was in a nightmare.

  After another moment, the pain finally reached its extreme. He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his throat made a terrible hoarse cry. The neck and temples, thick blood vessels bulged and twisted abnormally.

  The demon hunter squatted beside him, his expression did not change at all, except that there was a faint memory in the amber pupils.

   "Hold on, kid, the longer you endure, the more painful, the greater the gain."

  (End of this chapter)