Time: I don't know how much time has passed. Athir is standing among flowers and plants, looking a little embarrassed.
His movements looked strange. Although his body was covered with wounds, he would occasionally bend down to pick up some leaves or roots of plants and put them in his mouth to chew, which looked a bit weird.
However, there are usually not many people here, so Athir doesn't have to worry about being seen like this by others.
This behavior continued for a while before Athir stopped and looked around with a frown.
Although the garden was not too big, it was still about 7 or 8 mu, and the number and variety of plants in it were not small. However, he was not able to move around easily, so it was difficult for him to try all the varieties here.
"I remember there are people here who specialize in purchasing and caring for flowers and plants. When the time comes, I can just ask them to pick some of these plants and send them over." Looking at the surroundings, Athir thought helplessly.
"Fortunately, these are enough for now."
He focused his attention and recalled the potion recipe in his mind.
These are the results he achieved this time.
As a descendant of a noble family and also an apprentice of a knight, Athir usually does more than just training. He also dabbles in some wild herbs and some commonly used potion formulas. Although not in depth, he at least has some understanding.
With this information in mind, and by analyzing the characteristics and components of the plants in front of him through the chip, relying on the chip's computing power, it is easy to come up with a usable medicine plan.
"Ding! Using Naye root, Modo leaf and other ingredients as main ingredients, and combining them in specific steps, a perfect medicine can be obtained. The expected effects are: accelerating wound healing, expelling specific toxins..."
"Name it the healing potion!"
Athir gave an order in his mind and named the potion, then turned around and looked at the garden in front of him. He selected enough materials from the many plants in front of him, wrapped them in a piece of cloth, and barely held it with his injured left hand.
Propping himself up with his right hand, Athir had no interest in staying here any longer and walked straight outside.
After walking for a distance, Athir went into the kitchen and asked everyone else to go out.
The servants and chefs in the kitchen were a little confused, but they dared not disobey Athir's orders, so they simply retreated, leaving Athir alone there.
He put down the package in his hand, took out the materials inside, and then looked at some tools that had been prepared on the side.
The method of making healing potion is not too complicated, and basically everything needed can be found in the kitchen.
Atier processed these materials one by one according to the method given by the chip, and then began to configure them.
"The chip checks whether the medicine is qualified."
After some results, Athir looked at the steaming black soup in front of him and asked the chip.
"The target drug deviates from the expected result by more than one tenth, and the configuration is unqualified."
After hearing the result, Athir didn't react much, but just ordered: "Detect the reason for the error."
"Too much of some materials were added, and some ingredients failed to function in time during steaming..." The mechanical voice in my mind kept ringing.
In Athir's mind, the process of preparing the potion was constantly being replayed. Every wrong move was carefully marked and constantly replayed in his mind.
Atier pondered for a while, then picked up the materials beside him again and began to configure them.
With the process of the last failure traced back and the assistance of the chip, the configuration this time was very smooth. Although there were still some deviations, it was already qualified.
"How to use: Take orally directly."
The chip's prompt sounded in his mind. Athir looked at the black potion in front of him and without any hesitation, he walked forward, picked it up and swallowed it.
An extremely nauseous feeling came from his body, making Athir have a vague urge to vomit.
He stood there with his right hand on the wall, forcing himself to endure the feeling, without showing any expression on his face.
"The wound healing speed will be accelerated. Use it once every three days. The estimated time for the body to recover is thirty-three days."
The mechanical sound of the chip in his mind rang, making Athir happy.
"It has shortened the time by two months. It seems that this healing potion is quite effective."
When he thought of this, some characteristics brought from his previous life made him instinctively begin to explore more value of this potion.
"Although the knights in this world are powerful, their medical science seems to be very backward, and they still rely more on their strong physical fitness to resist. In a place like this, a potion with such a significant effect, as long as the effect is proven, should be very popular among those warriors. Especially those reserve knights, each of them is a noble and has no shortage of money."
Thinking of this, Athir's eyes lit up.
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More than half a month has passed in a flash.
In the early morning, a middle-aged man wearing light brown clothes and covered in mud walked towards here cautiously from outside, carrying a large leather bag in his hand.
With humility and caution on his face, he lowered his head carefully, and seemed to be very careful in his movements, fearing that he would attract the attention and scolding of others.
Only when he reached a certain place did he breathe a sigh of relief and carefully looked at the room in front of him: "Lord Athir, are you there?"
He shouted in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, and looked cautious and careful.
Click!
With a slight sound, the door was opened by the person inside. A young man in black clothes and with a pale face walked out. It was Athir.
Compared with more than half a month ago, his physical condition is obviously much better now. Not only have most of the wounds on his body healed, but his body, which was originally unable to stand on its own, can now walk freely. Except for his somewhat strange complexion, he looks no different from an ordinary person.
"Come in." Atier looked at the person at the door and let him in.
The middle-aged man answered yes, lowered his head and walked into Athir's room, then opened the large leather bag he was carrying, revealing some things inside.
There were three small bags inside the big leather bag. One of them contained some bugs crawling around in it, which looked disgusting. Another one contained some wild flowers and plants.
As for the last one, it contained some plants with golden flowers on them.
Athir glanced at the materials casually and frowned, "Why is the number of agaves sent this time less again? Didn't I ask you to send a hundred plants last time?"
The leather bag contained golden agaves, but compared to the ones that were carefully cared for in the garden before, these agaves were not only ugly, with broken stems and leaves, but also generally looked like they were underdeveloped, and did not have the same posture as before.
However, Athir didn't care much about these external differences. What he cared about was that the number of agaves in front of him was much less than he had originally expected.
"I'm sorry, sir."
Hearing Athir's dissatisfied words, the middle-aged man's legs subconsciously softened and he almost knelt on the ground. His rough and dark face showed a panic expression: "Although there are agaves everywhere in the wild, it is still a long time before the blooming season. There are very few that can meet your requirements."
"Please give me another two days, and I will definitely send you enough this time."
After explaining, he looked terrified and hurriedly made a promise to Athir, fearing that he would be blamed by him.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Athir's originally gloomy face eased a little.
He realized that he had taken things for granted before. Just because things are everywhere in the wild doesn't mean they are easy to find if they meet the requirements.
"Forget it. Adding what's left over from before, these should be enough."
Thinking of this, Atier took out a small bag from the side, which contained some golden coins, and threw it directly to the other party.
"Let's forget about this mistake for now, but if it happens again, I think there will be many people around you who want to take over this job."
Seeing the other party's happy expression holding the purse, Atier did not forget to remind him, staring at him with cold eyes.
The person in front of him was actually a hunter from the surrounding area, hired by Athir to bring him some materials he needed on time.
These things are basically wild flowers and weeds in the wild and are not worth much at all, but here in Atier they can be exchanged for very generous rewards for these people, so naturally many people are rushing to do it.
After hearing what Athir said, the expression on the middle-aged man's face tightened. He has five hungry children at home and urgently needs this well-paid job to supplement the family income. Naturally, he cannot lose this job.
He also knew that with the conditions offered by Athir, there were countless people who wanted to see him make mistakes so that they could take over his job, so he absolutely could not let them get their wish.
In an instant, a flattering expression appeared on his face, and he kept making promises in the local dialect until Athir asked him to leave.
After the man left, Athir closed the door, took out some materials he had never seen before from the big bag, put them in his mouth, and tested them one by one.
It was not until he had tested all the new materials that a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
"There is no material that can add physicality."
He looked at the team of materials in front of him with disappointment on his face, and then looked at his own physical fitness.
Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 2.4 (2.8). Agility: 1.9 (2.3). Constitution: 2 (2.5).
After taking healing potions for a long time, Athir's injuries have almost healed, and all his attributes have basically returned to their original state. However, the maximum values of strength and agility have increased by 0.1, which is a big step forward.
The increase in agility is naturally caused by the long-term use of agave during this period. As for the increase in strength, it comes from a black plant rhizome discovered some time ago. Long-term use can increase strength by 0.1.
But now, that black plant has no effect on him anymore. It seems that Athir's body has developed resistance to it. Now no matter how much he uses it, it is impossible to increase his strength.
As for agave, although it has increased Athir's agility by 0.1, according to the chip's detection, it has not reached its limit yet, and there are still certain benefits in continuing to take it.
(End of this chapter)