Bright flames were burning all around, and various energy particles were flowing in Athir's hands, echoing and coordinating with the materials in front of him, fully bringing out some of the characteristics and coordinating to play certain roles.
Bang!
Clear and crisp sounds kept ringing around, like the neat sound of glass bottles breaking one after another, with a low humming sound like a toad, which seemed a bit weird and harsh.
All around, the blazing black slowly spread, carrying some kind of toxicity that was deadly enough to kill a person. An ordinary person would fall down immediately if they smelled a little bit of it.
"Failed."
Looking at the broken glass bottle on the test bench in front of him, Atier shook his head, cleaned up the remaining materials on the test bench, then took out some materials from the side and started refining again.
This process lasted for several hours, until the sky outside gradually darkened, Athir walked out of the laboratory with a glass bottle in his hand.
In the glass bottle, black liquid was swaying. It looked like pure black ink on the surface, with a faint fragrance emanating from it, which reminded people of lilies blooming in autumn.
"With four sets of ingredients, only one bottle of potion was successfully made. This success rate is pretty good."
While walking on the road, he placed the medicine in front of his eyes and shook it gently. The rich fragrance slowly spread out, intoxicating him.
The Drop of Spirit Potion was originally a medium-level potion. Even after the formula was improved by Athir, the difficulty level did not decrease much and it still falls within the range of medium-level potions.
This level of potion can only be made by a formal pharmacist, and even for some senior elite pharmacists, the success rate of making it is probably less than one-fifth.
Atier can refine a finished product with only four materials, which is a good success rate.
"Let's try the effect."
Thinking this in his mind, Atier walked towards the room next to him.
With a creaking sound, the door of the room was opened by him and then closed again.
After looking around for a while, he sat down on the big bed beside him, closed his eyes and drank the potion in his hand in one gulp.
A bitter taste quickly rose from the mouth, followed by a burning sensation that spread from every inch of skin all over the body, as if being roasted on a blazing flame, making one want to scream loudly to vent the pain from the body.
Endure this intense painful burning sensation, and soon, a cool feeling in contrast to it quickly rises, bringing with it a sense of comfort and hallucination as if ascending to heaven, making people indulge in it.
"The subject is affected by unknown stimulation, and body organs begin to fail... mental strength begins to increase..." In the mind, the mechanical chip prompt sounded again.
But at this time, Athir could no longer feel it temporarily.
Under the stimulation of the improved spirit potion, his mind briefly fell into a psychedelic state and was temporarily unable to respond to things outside.
However, his mental strength was too strong after all. Although he was briefly in a trance state due to the influence of the drug, he quickly broke free.
In the dim spiritual sea, the huge spiritual power is like invisible sea water, constantly rising and falling in the spiritual sea, like waves of surging tides, constantly washing the entire spiritual sea.
And in Athir's body, under the effect of the Spirit Drop Potion, Athir's body is slowly failing. The vitality contained in it is released and converted into fuel under the effect of the potion, maintaining the effect of the potion and making his mental strength grow rapidly under the stimulation of the potion.
This process lasted for a long time, until several hours later, Athir opened his eyes again and looked at his physical data.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 13.7 (14.8). Agility: 14.2 (15.4). Constitution: 14.5 (15.2). Spirit: 12.2."
At this moment, familiar body data appeared before my eyes.
"Just a bottle of spiritual potion increased my mental strength by a full point?"
Looking at the changes in his physical data, Atier was a little surprised.
His mental strength had long surpassed the basic standard required to be promoted to a formal wizard, and it was truly too good to be true that he could still achieve such a high level of improvement on this basis.
"It's probably because my physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary wizards."
After thinking for a while, combined with the principle and information of the Soul Drop Potion, Athir judged: "The principle of the Soul Drop Potion is to use the wizard's vitality as the raw material to stimulate the growth of mental power. The stronger the vitality, the better the effect."
"My physical fitness and vitality are much stronger than those of ordinary wizards. In addition, this is my first time taking this potion, and my body has not yet developed resistance to it. Although it is surprising that it can have this effect, it is not too strange."
Thinking of this, Athir's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask the chip in his mind: "Chip, use the current body data as a template to simulate the success rate of being promoted to a formal wizard!"
"The estimated success rate of the subject's promotion to a formal wizard is 82.7%..." Almost in an instant, the mechanical voice of the chip in the mind sounded again.
"very good."
Listening to the prompt from the chip in his mind, Athir was delighted: "Sure enough, the most important criterion for promotion to a formal wizard is still mental strength. Just increasing mental strength a little bit can increase the chance of success by so much!"
"Unfortunately, this batch of dead spirit grass has been used up. If you want to refine the spirit potion again, you have to wait for a while."
"And my body needs some time to recover."
Standing in place, Athir waved his hand casually. As the power flowed through his body, a throbbing pain came from his hand, making him frown.
This is one of the side effects of taking the magic potion. It not only depletes vitality, but also reduces the body's activity and causes harm to the originally healthy body.
In addition to the physical problems, Athir could also feel a sense of blurriness mentally, with double images appearing in front of his eyes, which made him feel as uncomfortable as wearing reading glasses.
These problems are actually very serious. If they were ordinary apprentices, they would probably have to lie in bed and recuperate for a while.
However, these problems are nothing compared to the benefits brought by taking the drops of magic potion.
Walking to the side and casually placing the glass bottle on the wooden table in front of him, Atier walked directly to the head of the bed, without taking off his clothes, and lay down directly, ready to have a good sleep.
When I woke up the next day, the previous mental hallucination had basically disappeared and the physical pain had also eased a lot.
Sitting up from the bed, Atier changed into a gray robe and walked directly to the outside.
"My lord, breakfast is ready."
After dealing with some simple things, Athir walked into the hall and heard a sound in front.
At the front of the hall, a girl in a long dress was standing there, with a pretty face facing Arthur. It was Bonnie, whom he had met in the small town before.
Since the journey to the small town ended, Athir brought back several survivors from the town. Two girls were arranged to be servants in the manor, doing small things within their ability. As for Brand, he unexpectedly possessed the talent of a knight, and was arranged by Athir to be trained among Sidm and others.
"What's for breakfast?"
Walking up to the other person, Athir asked as he looked at Bonnie, who was wearing a skirt and looked completely different from a few months ago.
"There are bread, roast meat, and wheat porridge..."
Looking at Athir, Bonnie answered seriously.
After a while, Athir walked into the front room and sat directly at the wooden table to prepare for dinner.
When breakfast time was over, Sid, dressed in a serious black robe, walked in quickly from outside: "Baron!"
"Well, how's the investigation going?"
Hearing the sound, Athir turned slightly.
"We have sent people to ask around, and got some information from some of the wanderers who came before."
Standing in front of Athir, feeling the gaze from the opposite side, Sid's heart became solemn, and he could not help but lower his head: "Also, Lord Thor also sent someone to deliver a letter, there should be some news."
"Have the letter brought here."
Athir nodded and spoke directly.
After a while, a messenger came quickly with an envelope in his hand.
He came to Athir, handed the letter to Sid beside him with a respectful expression, and then handed it to Athir.
Athir casually opened the envelope and opened it directly.
A lot of the content in the letter was nonsense. In the letter, Thor said that he had collected some dead grass and hoped to exchange it for more scarlet blood and potions.
In addition, in the letter, he also implicitly proposed that he hoped that several of his children could study under Athir.
"It seems like you have discovered something?"
After reading the letter, Athir smiled.
The other party was not a fool. After a period of inquiries and explorations, he obviously guessed that Athir had a better knight's breathing method, and this was just a test.
In the envelope, Thor repeatedly reminded Athir of this matter in a vague way, and said that as long as Athir was willing to let his child study under him, he could solve any problem he needed in the future.
Athir had no objection to this.
Strictly speaking, he actually has no conflict with the other party. Instead, he can use the other party's power and familiarity with this world to better collect the resources of this world.
As for the scarlet blood and other potions that the other party wanted, they were not precious things to Athir. He could make them at will as long as he had the materials.
"Take these bottles of potion back."
Placing the letter on the wooden table beside him, Athir looked at the messenger in front of him and said, "By the way, please tell Lord Thor that I will go to his castle to find him in two days."
After listening to his words and putting away the things handed to him by Athir, the messenger in front of him retreated respectfully and walked out under the leadership of Sid.
(End of this chapter)