stood quietly on the training ground. After a while, when Elder in front of him stopped, Athir walked out of the training ground silently.
Behind him, looking at Athir's background, Elder hurriedly followed him and walked with him to a small room on the side.
"Is there anything wrong with you?"
Sitting at the wooden table, Athir asked Elder.
This is to record some experimental data and detect some problems.
Although the improved Di Er breathing method should be fine in theory after detailed deduction of the chip, it is normal for some deviations to occur in actual operation.
Once a problem occurs, Athir must make certain adjustments to the breathing method in a timely manner and correct the inappropriate parts.
"It looks like there shouldn't be any problem with the apprenticeship part."
Sitting in the chair, looking at the recorded data in his hand, Athir thought silently in his heart: "Based on Elder's current progress, it is estimated that he will reach the standard for promotion to knight in another half a year. At that time, I can experiment with the knight part deduced by the chip."
The original Knight Breathing Technique actually only has the apprentice part. After the Knight Apprentice breaks through to the Knight level, the effect of the Knight Breathing Technique has basically ended. If they want to make further progress, they can only hone their skills through day-to-day training and high-intensity combat.
The Dier Breathing Method deduced by Athir can theoretically also serve as a training method for knights, but the specific effect can only be observed through precise experiments.
"What a pity! If we could obtain a few knights' corpses, it would be much better. If we could use the corpses directly for experiments, the speed of perfecting the knight's breathing method would be much faster."
Sitting there, Athir rubbed his head in distress.
After a while, he stood up and walked directly to the hall at the side.
There, Bagru, dressed in solemn traditional dress, was waiting quietly.
After hearing Athir's footsteps, he turned around and looked behind him, and said to Athir respectfully: "Sir, you are here."
Listening to his words, Athir nodded, and then looked at the wooden table in front of him.
On the wooden table in front, there were many kinds of fruits scattered around. There was only one of each variety, quietly placed on the table.
"Sir, these are the ones we sent people to buy during this period. There are more than 200 kinds in total."
Looking at the fruits on the wooden table, Baglu explained, "We sent out many groups of people. Some of them went to farther places to buy fruits. It will take two or three days for them to come back."
"Next time, don't just collect the fruits, bring me some of the stems, leaves, roots and branches of the fruit trees as well."
Looking at Bagru in front of him, Athir said, "I remember that not long ago, our orchard just recruited some experts in this field. You can ask the team going out to purchase to bring these people with you."
After listening to Athir's words, Bagru was a little confused, but finally nodded.
After a while, Athir signaled him to go out, leaving him alone.
He looked at the wooden table full of fruits, reached out and picked up a red dried fruit that looked like an orange, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
A strong feeling of bitterness continued to spread from the corners of his mouth, and the strong taste made Athir want to throw away the fruit in his hand.
"The pulp of wild red ku fruit can cause diarrhea and vomiting when consumed. Steaming it and then eating it again can produce a partial bactericidal effect..." The sound of the chip machine kept ringing in my mind.
Hearing the chip's prompt, Athir put down the red fruit in his hand without changing his expression, then used a small knife beside him to cut the flesh, revealing the black core inside.
"The kernels of wild red kudzu fruit, mixed with Nai Lai grass and boiled, can produce a slight refreshing effect after drinking."
He threw the black fruit core into his mouth and chewed it, and the mechanical prompt from the chip in his mind sounded again.
Listening to the chip's prompt, Athir remained calm and continued to pick up the next material from the wooden table.
An hour later, after Athir had tried all the materials in front of him, he stood up.
"Chip, store the material data just tested in the database and try to compare it with the formulas of several medicines."
Standing in place, he gave orders to the chip in his mind.
This scene happens every day recently.
In order to enrich the chip's database and provide more basic data for chip analysis and deduction, Atier tries various materials every day and lets the chip analyze the approximate properties of these materials.
After a few months, there were some small gains. Not only did we find some common materials that could replace the high-grade medicinal materials, but we also successfully deduced a formula for a cold-resistant potion through a lot of analysis.
According to the level of wizard potions, this kind of cold-resistant potion is only a basic potion, but most of the materials needed are ordinary materials of mortals. The few materials that need to be cultivated by wizards are just ordinary medicinal materials. They can be bought with just some gold coins, and the cost is very low.
The effect of this potion is very simple. Just drink one dose and it can improve the body's resistance to cold for a long period of time. It is just right for the environment of the Kingdom of Gumodo.
Atier tried to sell this potion in the pharmacy he opened. Although it was just a diluted version mixed with water, it was still warmly welcomed by many nobles in Gukai City.
"According to the time, the party that Mokla mentioned should be in these few days."
Standing there, Athir suddenly thought of something.
During these three months, Atier has always maintained a certain contact with the other party, and they often exchange information through letters.
Some time ago, the other party invited Atier to participate in a gathering of local apprentices, and the time is almost up.
"I hope I can gain something by then." Looking at the outside world, Atier thought lightly in his heart.
Three days later.
In the early morning, Athir walked out of the manor with a few guards including Eld.
This time, he did not take a carriage, but rode a horse directly and walked at the front of the team.
After more than three months, the Kingdom of Gumodo has entered winter.
The winter here is much colder than other places. Many places outside have frozen over and the cold air is constantly rising.
However, despite this, Athir was still dressed the same as before, wearing only a black robe, which could hardly provide any protection against the cold in this environment.
However, his complexion was normal, with no signs of being cold.
This scene is not uncommon in the recent Gukai City.
After Athir developed the cold-resistant potion, many nobles simply wore summer clothes to go out in winter for the convenience of hunting. Compared with these people, Athir's behavior was relatively normal.
After walking for a long distance, Athir and his party arrived outside the city.
After a while, they arrived at a manor outside, where several people were already waiting.
Inside the manor, a familiar wave of magical power was heard, allowing Athir to confirm his position.
He simply released the magical power fluctuations in his body and walked in with his men.
"Athir, you are here very early."
Sensing the fluctuation of magic power, a man wearing a thick black robe and wrapped tightly walked out of the manor. It was Mokla.
Next to Mokla stood an old man with a white beard and wearing a red robe, also emitting obvious fluctuations of magical power.
"Let me introduce him to you." Looking at Athir, Mokla pointed at the white-bearded man beside him and said, "This is Xilar, a second-class apprentice."
After introducing him as Whitebeard, he turned and pointed at Athir: "This is Athir, also a second-class apprentice."
After introducing each other, they walked into the manor together and talked in a warm room.
"The other two have something else to do, so they might come a little later."
After arriving at the room, Mokla looked at Athir and spoke.
As soon as the words fell, a wave of magical power suddenly appeared outside, and it seemed to be approaching here.
"Well, it seems they have arrived." Xilar, who had a long white beard, shouted at the side.
They didn't have to wait long. Soon, footsteps were heard outside, and then two apprentices walked in.
There was a female apprentice in her thirties wearing a white robe, and another middle-aged apprentice who looked a little thin.
After introducing each other, Atier quickly learned their names. The female apprentice who was about 30 years old was called Aisha, and the thin middle-aged apprentice was called Sid.
"Okay, now that we're all here and the introductions are almost done, let's get started."
At one side, looking at Athir and the others, white-bearded Sirar spoke, his huge voice somewhat deafening to the surroundings.
Hearing this, the other apprentices around also nodded.
"Since I took the initiative to convene this meeting, I will go first."
Sitting in front of a huge wooden table, Mokla put on a metal mask and spoke first.
He took out a blooming black flower from his arms. It looked somewhat enchanting and seemed to have a magical charm that made people involuntarily stare at the flower.
"Is this... the flower of death?"
When he saw the black flower, Athir was stunned and couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, you actually know it?" Hearing Athir's words, Mokla looked at him in surprise: "The flower of the dead is very difficult to cultivate. It takes me several years to cultivate one. I didn't expect you to be able to recognize it."
"We just happened to know each other." Athir smiled, and then looked at Mokla deeply, with some inexplicable meaning.
The Flower of the Dead is an extremely rare material. If used directly, it can directly increase some mental power. It is a very precious material for wizards.
This material also has another function, which is to serve as one of the raw materials for the necromancy potion. Although it is not the main material, it is also a relatively important auxiliary material.
However, what impressed Athir the most was the way this material was cultivated.
According to records, the cultivation of the flower of the dead soul requires the blood of people full of resentment and pain. To meet the requirements, living people must be tortured in extremely cruel ways for dozens of days, and finally a little pure blood of resentment and pain can be obtained. It takes at least a year for a flower
of the dead soul to bloom from planting. Although the flower of the dead soul in front of us looks weird and beautiful, there are at least hundreds of painful dead souls crying for it behind it.
(End of this chapter)