I set a careful foot outside my cell. With a light step, I moved around the tower as if I had built it, knowing every nook and cranny. I knew that my belongings were in the first basement behind a door similar to my cell. I took the direction discreetly and arrived in front. I materialized tools again and managed to recover my belongings. Suddenly, a shrill laugh was heard behind a door. The pumpkin-headed man was sleeping on this floor. I had few etheric waves left, I could either make a projection or materialize tools once. I can check if he's sleeping but if the hatch is locked? What do I do?
I hid and made an etheric projection to the room where this disturbing man slept in order to plan my next move. I walked through the door and felt a strange feeling. Heaps of heads were laid down along the chamber, some were skulls, and he spoke to each of them laughing.
"Who has Roger? The inmate? Don't worry, I'll pick him up in an hour, so I can tell you all about the new experience I've developed"
What luck! Would my stitches have contributed? I took back my body and quietly walked to the secret hatch. It was not locked! I took the time to look at my lucky points and saw that they had doubled. By what means? I thought. The Mental Source! It must have had a connection. I went through the narrow tunnel with my equipment and stretchable pouch. Soon, I reached the exit and the sun was beating on my face, I was reborn in the image of a phoenix! I finally breathed the fresh and invigorating air and hurried to set off far from here, towards the Northeast to continue the quest, I told myself logically.
I hid and set up camp some 30 km from here. I had some wild boar in my bag, I put it to cook and walked around the camp to discover if there were any anomalies. I got my hands on common ingredients that could be used to create a potion. A level 1 healing potion specifically. Back at the camp I set to work: I took out some glass utensils from my personal workshop in Mancrisse. I boiled water from the meat and added the pre-made ingredients. Then I added ingredients that were in my bag. I slowly poured the contents into my glass horn and then raised the temperature to the ideal using Vîmes dust, this dust changed color according to the temperature that passed through it. Although approximate for complex potions, it was perfect for novice potions. Soon after, the dust turned blue, indicating that the temperature had reached the target.
The contents emitted greenish vapors that I ventilated as best I could. Two minutes passed and the potion was ready! Of a dark green color, I managed to make a medium quality potion although it was still the recipe of a low level potion, it was not bad. I drank the contents of the glass horn and a light green aura emanated from my body. I felt invigorated and some of my latent wounds were healed. My broken arm, which had been roughly healed, quickly recovered. I breathed a large glass of fresh air and waited in the evening to sleep. I expected to reach the major city the next day and I was confident I would succeed, I had crossed signs of direction on my road and I had to go to the North. I slept peacefully although my mana had still not returned and it started to worry me. The next day I rose from the hard ground with the pain of some scar on my body. I gather my things and resume my walk, away from that sinister place that was on my heels. I spent four hours finally coming out of the forest to find myself in a vast clearing. According to my calculations on the map, the city will be five kilometers in that direction. However, I couldn't get my horse back during my escape, it was in the second basement of the tower.
I was walking at a good pace and I finally saw the ramparts of the city. Some time later, I was in front.
"No problem, please, it's a quiet town." Say a guard at the entrance.
The city was gigantic. Two alleys with residential buildings left from the entrance. I decided to explore the city a little before I took care of my business. The city was divided into two levels. The first lower level, surrounded by a first stone rampart, contained dwellings and shops. There was everything a basic city could have and more. The second elevated level, had a second rampart and housed the military quarters, training rooms and magical research centers, the complexes were kept secret in order to avoid industrial espionage conducted by rival nations.
After my visit, I ate at a craft shop and then undertook to pay for a hotel room near the guild. I intended to take a look during my stay here. Then before performing a meditation session in this room, I went to buy a lotion in order to erase in part the traces of burns on my body. The meditation session allowed me to gain experience in Mental Source. I expected to discover more about it.
The next day, I visited a potion factory located in the west of the city. Upon entering, I felt the shower smell of potion cooking. Copper appliances, huge stills and glass vials of different sizes created a sense of confidence. Then I imagined running a factory like this, assembling my own revolutionary potions from the system. It will be a long road to travel by then! A factory of this size with the utensils contained could be worth nearly 400,000 pieces of gold. Not to mention the supply of rare ingredients. While I was dreaming with my head in the air. I walked into a bar as night began to fall. The bar was bathed in a thick smoke of 'Teriatine', It is a smoking product that makes it possible to momentarily increase mana. It was said that inhaled smoke had a faster impact on the body compared to absorption by the digestive system. Among other things, there was a herbaceous product widely used by adventurers in last resort, it increased the maximum strength of the body by 50% which is considerable. The side effects in counter-party can be the permanent decrease of the stats by 5%, the lifetime destruction of muscle fibers and dehydration of mana. Thus, in most cases, Consumables of the novice or intermediate level had many undesirable effects, unlike the expert, legendary and divine levels.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a cold beer. The bartender made a blast of ice on my beer and added extra pressure. The majority of bass managers had such ice-related capabilities. An hour passed and I drank my third pint of beer, leaving room for joyful and simple thoughts that did me the greatest good. I spoke with the other people who drank when a hooded man arrived who ordered a spirit. Brown Yircon.
"Have you heard about the price of the competition? It's pretty impressive!"