Serious Witch's Travel Book

The girl tried to avoid it, but the "water eel" hooking her neck made it impossible for her to disengage.

【Explosion is the art of witches!Blow this place to the ground and you'll be free! 】

"..."

Gnicia could only smile wryly.

She is unexpectedly less guarded against this strange thing now. Although it speaks arrogantly, it doesn't seem to have much action. At least so far, it can't do any real big things except slippery on her body... Yes, this thing reminds Gnicia of "power". Whether it's personality or hobbies, the two seem to have a high degree of overlap...

For the next quarter of an hour, the thing kept babbling away, trying to convince Gnicia to come out with a giant bomb and blow everything up.

To be honest, this kind of fact is far beyond Gnicia's comprehension, and she is not a lunatic, so it is impossible for her to do it.

However, relying on this bunch of nonsense, Gnicia gradually got in touch with it.

She still wants to know the name of this thing, after all, she can't really call it "Hello". In addition, she also wants to know what it is, is it some kind of spirit body, magic element creature, ghost or god?

The former was refused to answer, and about the latter, the other party asked her to guess.

"Are you... a water demon?"

Gnicciato gave the answer she guessed.

Thanks to the rich collection of books by the sages, Gnicia knows a thing or two about many strange things. The so-called "fairies" are almost "Nymphs" without divinity. They exist in the form of It is completely different from ordinary creatures, and may not even be regarded as a creature—the shape of a fairy is not fixed, some may be a strange stone, some may be an aggregate of several leaves, or even a gust of wind—

If anything sets them apart from nature itself, it's that they're self-aware, and often have a degree of intelligence.

A body made of water can talk to itself in a wonderful way, although perverse, but rational... Isn't that what it is?

Goblins are often regarded as messengers of the gods. It seems reasonable to contact the nearby goblins through the stone niches that communicate with the gods?

But "it" doesn't seem to be so satisfied with Gnicia's answer: [Well, it can be regarded as... giving you three points, it seems that it can't be said to be all wrong...]

Then it changed its tone, and immediately relaxed: 【That's okay, goblins are cute too, that's all for now. 】

Gnicia asked again what the "angel" was about, but it refused to elaborate.

【Angels, you know everything you know. If I tell you what you don’t understand, you won’t understand. It’s good if you have an idea. It’s not necessarily a good thing for you to know too much. I don’t care if I tell you. It’s no good, it’s fine if you don’t know, I can only say that the water here is very deep, and it involves...]

It muttered for some reason, although it sounded very honest and earnest, but Gnicia always felt that it was a bit weird.

Afterwards, Gnicia tried to persuade it to go back into the bottle—that's what the girl thought, and when it obediently slipped back, she suddenly threw it back into the river... This thing seems to be very poor at moving on the shore, as long as Be careful not to get tangled in it afterwards...

"Gnicia?"

Gnicia suddenly heard someone calling herself from behind, she trembled, put the vase away hastily, and turned her head to look over.

It was Numeria.

The nun was holding a string of beads in her hand, her face was gloomy.

Not angry or anything like that, maybe it was Marianne's injury that worried her.

She called Gnicia and didn't say another word, but stood there, staring at the girl for a long time, and finally, she stepped in front of Gnicia: "You said you can make potions?"

According to Numeria herself, the so-called potion is basically a legal potion—Gnicia is not very clear about the difference, but she was surprised that the nun would suddenly ask her what she had been taboo about. Asked a question, he answered cautiously: "I understand a little bit."

"Well, I allow you to do those... things here." She seemed to have struggled a lot before making such a decision: "Don't make trouble, I trust the daughter of an imperial pharmacist, I hope you are worthy of my trust. "

Gnicia nodded hesitantly, she didn't know why Numelia said that suddenly.

"I need two medicines. If I'm not mistaken, the names on the register should be 'Mint Liquor' and 'Tranquility Potion'. You can go out and find what you need. If we don't need to leave Pinecandle Castle, I want See them before the sun starts to go down."

This can be...

Gnicia suddenly felt struck by lightning. In fact, she hadn’t made any potions at all. She just said that she couldn’t make simple herbal medicine powder because she was afraid of losing face—she is a bad girl who likes face. up...

She can only say "maybe", theoretically, she herself has not figured out what the so-called "way of potion" is.

She wanted to refuse, to tell the truth, Sister Numeria is a good person, maybe she can understand her; but after she looked up and saw the woman's worried eyes, she somehow felt a sense of responsibility in her heart: Why not try?She was a witch!

Even if she doesn't believe in herself, she should believe in the sages.

"it is good……"

Thus, Gnicia agreed in a strange way.

After getting her answer, Numeria suddenly felt relieved. She reached out and patted Gnicia's head, comforting her: "Relax, don't be burdened. If I can do well, I will go to Xingya The provincial court proposes to exonerate you... What do you need? You can use what you want here, and if you lack anything else, let other people collect it with you."

"I need to think about it first, a little..." Gnicia's tense tongue was a little knotted. "I'm going to plan, I mean, with what's here..."

"Okay." Numelia didn't seem very relieved of her, and said: "If you can't do it, don't force it. You can identify fresh herbs, right?"

"Yes! Recognized!"

Gnicia puffed out her chest—she could actually recognize the plants now.

"However," seeing Numelia's appearance of leaving, Gnicia quickly reached out and grabbed her sleeve: "Can you please move the pot out? That's too heavy..."

Chapter 53 037. There is always a first time

Every witch must have her own crucible, this is almost the impression that common people have of witches.

Even Gnicia herself thought so.

But in fact, if you want to make potions, the crucible is almost indispensable.

Gnicia has never made potions, but, as we have always mentioned, she has some "basic knowledge" of such things-almost to the extent that she has never eaten pork and seen pigs run.

The sages like to give her all the things she should know, whether it is the geographical knowledge of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, or the book of ghosts and ghosts, or the general trend of the world, the greatness of the universe... She has seen some of them.

Learning is interesting but boring for her. She likes to read content that can broaden her horizons, but she doesn't want to delve into it, so that she feels a little bit stretched in the face of professional knowledge. This makes Gnicia Somewhat annoyed - the sages gave her a lot of time and the most comfortable environment to study, but she wasted them all.

Now she can only try...well, to be fooled.

Intuition told her that she could do it.

uh, probably...

Sister Numeria helped her take out the pot she was looking for - Gnicia had seen the earthenware pot about the size of her head in the church kitchen early in the morning, enough to fill two pots of water.It was the right size in itself, but the pot and other things were buried under the debris, and she was spoiled, so it was difficult for one person to handle.

Then it was Gnicia's own work. The clay pot hadn't been used for a long time. Although there was no grease in it, dust was inevitable.She ran to the river and washed it inside and out with cool water. The water was so cold that her little hands turned red from the cold.

The interior of the church was not well ventilated, so she had to boil medicine outside, so Sister Numeria picked up some bricks to help her build a temporary stove, and brought her enough firewood and fire equipment, although it was very simple , but it is enough for simple potion making.

"What you need?"

Finally, Numeria clapped her hands and seemed ready to leave.

"No, thank you for your help."

"Then I'm going back. You can stay here at ease. If the situation is not right, we will take you with us."

The nun frowned again. She looked towards the north. There had been some disturbances there before, but it seemed that the orcs didn't take advantage of the situation to launch an attack, but returned to a confrontation.

She didn't know how... Marianne became like this. The holy guard who had retired from the front line to watch the battle told her that Marianne's performance today was a bit embarrassing. She suffered a disadvantage in front of the leader of the orcs, and she was almost about to receive a holy inspiration. …In the end, something invisible saved her, and the orc warlord seemed to be injured indistinctly because of her counterattack. Back to standoff again.

Orcs don't always wait like this, though.

All kinds of information showed that they carried very little supplies. The human scouts only found a group of food trucks arriving late yesterday afternoon. A rough estimate may only have enough food for them for a day or two, while the orcs The main force of the first wave of attack should have only carried half a day's food with them. After the offensive at dawn yesterday, they temporarily ran out of food. This can be seen from the fact that many orcs were sent out to hunt.

Pine Candle Castle is not short of food, they lack manpower, and the orcs are just the opposite; if Clovis wants to take this place to replenish food and grass, he has to solve the problem from today to tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest. Without food, the combat effectiveness of soldiers will only get worse and worse.

What makes people even more suspicious is that this sudden attack is really surprising-not to mention that there is still a certain peace agreement between the empire and the Frankish tribe, just yesterday, there was a special envoy of the governor in Pine Candle Castle, As well as a blessed nun, if these two great figures really die here, the court of the Governor of Gaul will be shaken. A full-scale war between the Empire and the Franks is inevitable. What is the reason to support it? How did Clovis make such a desperate decision?

Is it Adria?

Unlikely... The empire has made it clear that it does not support the Belgica people. Even if she goes back and continues to be the governor, it will have little impact on the changes in the situation in the entire region. Besides, she has already been ruled to be imprisoned in Paris, which is at most a bargaining chip Forget it, Clovis didn't need to risk offending the Governor's special envoy to force her life.

Numeria had to think about these things for Marianne. She knew that the head nun she served was a reckless man with many missing strings in her mind.Marianne is not even willing to evacuate from Pine Candlekeep. She has to urge Marianne to make the right choice: for now, a living nun on expedition means far more to the empire than a martyr who died in battle .

No matter what Clovis was thinking, she and Flynn should be brought back to the monastery intact, their survival itself is the best record of the betrayal of the orcs.

And before that, she had to find a way to cheer up Marian...

There was something wrong with Marianne's mind, and Numeria couldn't tell the reason, but it was obvious that the head nun was acting completely... autistic.

She doesn't talk to others, just sits on the blanket in a daze silently, only Flynn will touch her face when she approaches, and force out an ugly wry smile; sometimes she will look at the cross and the national church symbol on the wall, and Whisper a few prayers to the angel who protects her.

The little nuns all thought that she looked like this because she was defeated and suffered a blow. They didn't dare to say more, but for Numeria, an old married couple, this was very abnormal.

Marianne's physical injuries were certainly not traumatic enough for her to be mentally traumatized, and the worst blow she'd suffered was probably being hit in the face.And she has always been a temper tantrum and unwilling to admit defeat. If she is beaten, she will only find a way to fight back. Even if she almost lost her life this time, it should not be like this. If she went crazy and threw things in the church and If she wants to go out and kill people immediately, Numeria will feel that she is normal.

There must be other reasons... But if you can't find it, it makes people anxious.

So she asked the newly captured "little nun" to concoct the potion, hoping that the soothing medicine would help Marianne and relieve her from her muddled depression, otherwise she would not be able to persuade Marianne to be good now. Cooperate with her to stand up and go to bed to sleep. If they are in danger again, it may be difficult to pull her away.

It would be great if that woman was here.

Druid is very good at solving mental problems... It's a pity that she didn't mean to help to the end. In the end, she was willing to bring Marian back because she had enough old love...

Her chaotic thoughts left the backyard of the church, leaving Gnicia silently staring at the fire tool in a daze.

Noumelia asked her to make "Mint Liquor" and "Potion of Serenity".

Gnicia made a very subjective guess... Peppermint wine is to soak the crushed mint leaves in the wine, and the tranquility decoction...

uh, it seems...

If she is really asked to do it, maybe throw a few medicines that don't seem to kill people and boil them. As long as there is probably no problem, maybe it can be fooled?

After all, the so-called "medicine" is actually a mixture of basic semi-finished medicines, and then soaked or cooked to obtain more powerful and mixed medicines with complex effects. If she can "identify" some of the effects of the medicine, then she should be able to make sense of the dead who eat or not.

So she began to search for all the information that could be used in her memory.

"Pharmaceuticals" are usually liquid medicines, which are the most recognizable and easy-to-handle part of "magic medicines".

The scope of "potion" is wider, including all "solid", "liquid" and even "gas" medicines that ordinary people can think of... "Liquid" is usually the most common form of potion, and "solid" " and "gas" are usually other forms of existence that are further processed according to the needs of use or to control the efficacy of the drug.

Therefore, whether it is an imperial standard potion or a potion, when using most of the materials to make a finished product, "solvent" is an essential thing.

"Water", "Oil", "Wine" - these are probably the most common solvents, after everything else is more outlandish.

Water is undoubtedly the most widely used, and the simplest is the so-called medicinal soup, or decoction.Just throw the required medicinal materials into the pot, add enough water, and the rest of the work is to adjust the heat according to the nature of the medicine itself to achieve the best effect... This is a handicraft, and sometimes the medicine must be added in batches , It is even necessary to pre-process some medicinal materials with large differences in properties, and then mix them together at the right time.

Sounds like half a dozen to cooking.

And oil is usually not something that people eat. This kind of strong adhesive solvent will be used to smear the skin to get rid of pain and some diseases, and it is also used to wipe swords and armors to obtain ointments that are similar to enchanting effects. They are often expensive and have poor timeliness. Most of them are luxury items that nobles and risk-taking adventurers are willing to use.

As for wine, it is considered a better solvent than water on many occasions, although its medicinal effects often require a long soak to achieve it.

The rough formula of a potion can often be seen from its name, such as "peppermint wine", which is at least composed of mint and wine, but some people like to give their own invented things some weird names, such as "Tranquility Potion"... Gnicia can only guess that it's supposed to be something boiled, but what exactly does "Tranquility" mean...

Who can tell her?

She intends to make things she can think of first, so mint wine is put first.

Fortunately, she and Miss Phaedra got a few bottles of wine when collecting supplies in the town before. The ale can't be used to treat wounds, but it should be able to be used to make medicinal wine.

Gnicia ran to the storage room of the church and took out two bottles, then picked a few fresh mint plants, washed them and dried them, then according to her own ideas, mashed the mints into a paste, and stuffed them carefully into those The small flat-bottomed earthenware bottle—the container that the water demon refused to return to—then pulled out the cap and poured eight full of wine into it.

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【That's it?Are you going to find a little lover for a drink? 】

The water demon spoke out Gnicia's thoughts first, of course, only in the first half of the sentence.

Is this the end?

Seems... not quite right?

If this could be considered a potion, why did the empire bother to control the number of apothecaries?This kind of thing... It would be easier for them to smash all the breweries in the country.

Neither mint nor wine is considered valuable.

With some doubts, Gnicia picked up the clay bottle and carefully examined the liquid inside. She got the following feedback:

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Ale, worth 0.29

Magic essence contained: almost none

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It turned out that the wine was worth less than bread...even less than the herbs here.

Gnicia poured some more wine in, but the "value" still remained unchanged.

Well, the reference provided to her by "wisdom" seems not to be based on the selling price, but on the degree of usefulness?After all, the selling price of this bottle of wine is much higher than that of a grass...