"These are all standardized containers from the Shadow Council side..."
Evelea said carefully.
"If you hadn't walked me in here yourself, I would have suspected this was some council elder's stash."
Eleazar is silent as he picks up a container with the Dark Knight's head from the shelf and gently runs his fingers over the raised black feather emblem on the bottom rim of the bottle.
"So this is the mark of the Shadow Council..."
Putting the container back, he turned his head and smiled at the witch.
"Come on, it's time for us to configure the potion."
"Great, you're not mad~"
"There is nothing to be angry about, it doesn't matter where this material came from, what matters is who it is in the hands of right now, maybe there are indeed many hidden secrets, just like you said, it might indeed be a council elder's hidden room, just that it became someone else's trophy again in the back yet again, although I'm a little bit curious about that as well, but it's better to wait until I have the strength to trace it back later on. "
"Huh. So you're an optimist?" Evelea cocked her head.
Staying close by, she asked again curiously:
"Who did you inherit this lab from?"
"My father."
"Wow, that uncle must be one hell of a Witcher."
"Awesome..." Eleazar thought back silently.
In fact, he has never heard of any extraordinary deeds of his father, usually looks like a mediocre watch repairer, hard to say what is special, is the amount of alcohol is frightening, all day long alcoholism, every day looks like half-awake, I do not know where to get so much grief.
...
Coming to the alchemy table, Eleazar drops his gaze and slowly mixes the potion.
The witch was rummaging around the collection on the sidelines, letting out an occasional gasp.
It didn't take long to run back and interfere with his alchemy.
"I've roughly counted, the top collection here can be configured with at least more than a dozen 5th-order-Mythic magic potions, and this amount can be doubled if the grade of the magic potion is lowered!"
"Don't even think about it, those are the ingredients for a legendary ritual." Eleazar eyed the crucible.
"The main ingredient for the magic potion can only be figured out by myself, and to be honest, even then I'm much luckier than many inheritors."
"Indeed..." Witch wrapped her arm around him and looked around.
"I've noticed an extreme scarcity of low-tier materials here though, you wouldn't have replenished them at all, would you?"
"There is!" Eleazar nudged toward the corner of the alchemy table.
The only reason for putting the material in this place is that he collects too much crap to face putting it in the material rack.
The witch padded over to take a look.
A big bottle of alchemy powder and a big bottle of water ghost brains.
"..."
"You're so lame."
The witch bristled, "And that's not how water ghost brains are handled, didn't you notice that Deepwater Lord's head was extra active?"
She held the bottle, filled with densely packed pituitary glands, to the rack of material.
Eleazar took a moment to look back at her and realized that she was adding a few of the smaller hydra brains to the larger hydra, the head of the deep water lord.
Tiny whiskers of flesh, growing rapidly in the container, and the head of the deep-water lord, which had been dead for an unknown number of years, actually turned its eyes slowly and
"What are you up to!?"
"Law of Convergence of Transcendental Properties: a higher-order sequential object in the same pathway intermittently attracts mid- and lower-sequential transcendental objects to its vicinity, and has a tendency to coalesce with one another."
The witch said with great experience, "If you don't deal with this little bottle of water ghost brain, I'm really afraid that one day this deep water lord will suddenly drop."
"Well, these three are enough for it to devour for a long time."
Eleazar looked at the head of the Deepwater Lord that had grown a fleshy beard and slowly withdrew his gaze after not noticing anything else out of the ordinary.
On the alchemy table, the magic potion had also reached a critical moment.
With that Inferno Heart thrown in, the alchemical crucible erupted into a pillar of fire. Though Eleazar quickly extinguished the flames with other materials, the pillar of fire still scorched the ceiling, and there was a dense, thin stream of red energy that spread around the walls, being dispersed and absorbed.
After taking a look and realizing that there was no major damage to the lab, he withdrew his mind and continued to mix the magic potion that was entering its final stage.
Finally, add a core of earth as a catalyst.
The piercing red light of the potion slowly became thicker, and finally churned with dark red bubbles like boiling molten lava.
3rd order magic potion - Heart of Molten Fire, blending complete!
The whole magic potion looked like a pot of boiling lava.
With such high temperature properties that an ordinary cup would not be able to withstand, Eleazar cupped the crucible straight up, intending to just take it straight down.
"Wait!"
Evelea rushed to stop it, "Is that how you're going to drink it!?"
Eleazar gave her a surprised look and saw some worry in her eyes, then smiled slightly in reassurance:
"It's okay, don't worry."
In fact, Evelea knew that he wasn't in as good of shape as he seemed to be right now, and seemed to be a little confused inside as he realized what was wrong.
It seemed that earlier speculation had indeed distracted him.
Evelea bit her lower lip and suddenly jumped into his arms.
"Hey, hey, my magic potion!"
Eleazar struggled to hold the crucible flat, lest he let the painstakingly concocted potion spill out.
Just as the end was stabilized, a pair of cherry-colored lips came right up.
After a long time, the two separated.
"Better?"
The witch hung on like a wombat, her chin resting gently on his shoulder.
Eleazar muses, "Well, it seems to be getting better."
Glancing at the pot of magic potion that had turned into black rock.
"Without further ado, I'll start, and for the next few days if you're hungry go upstairs to the kitchen and get yourself something to eat, and don't go anywhere."
"Oh~"
Evelea came down on her hands and feet loosely, and had just taken two steps back when she saw him tilt his head back and pour the magic potion.
There is no violent movement as Eleazar slowly kneels in the lab, head bowed, arms crossed over his shoulders as his body slowly petrifies into a gritty statue with an inner red light.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Evelea covered her vaguely aching chest and shot up, just as she was about to go up.
"Oh, is it starting again?"
A cool voice came from the doorway of the lab.
The witch paused and tilted her head as she watched the warlock slowly walk down the path.
Suddenly, eyes narrowed and she saw the black cat in the other woman's arms.
It was the same black cat that had dutifully allowed her to scratch her belly on the second floor windowsill earlier.
"Damn it, you actually used an enchanter to bait me!"
But the warlock, who was usually full of aggression, had become extraordinarily calm today.
She ignored the witch's provocation and simply walked over to the statue and gently ran her hand over it.
"I know you're good at divination, and prophecy..."
Those green eyes gazed at her lightly, "But this is a place of sorrow for us, don't go after those heavy pasts for him, it will demoralize us all."
The warlock caressed the statue and leaned down for another gentle kiss, his eyes sad.
The witch pursed her lips, "Why don't you tell me about it?"