There were several people standing in the empty room.
On a wooden bed, a quiet and cute little boy wearing a red sleeved shirt was lying quietly on the bed and seemed to be asleep.
Compared to normal children, this little boy's body looks a little strange. Not only are there dark yellow textures on his skin that are constantly intertwined, but some parts of the skin also appear rough and dry, just like dried tree bark.
Sitting on the wooden bed, Athir was wearing a white robe with gold edges, holding a bottle of light silver potion in his hand, and was testing the boy on the bed.
On the side, Terrence was standing silently, his face looking very nervous. He stared closely at Athir's movements, fearing that any unexpected situation would occur.
Under his gaze, Athir took out a little of the silver potion in his hand and applied it directly on the boy's skin, then took out a bottle of crimson blood with a purple tint.
"What a strong vitality!"
As soon as he saw the bottle of crimson blood, Terrence showed surprise on his face. He was surprised by the vitality contained in this potion: "Is this the blood potion?"
Seeing Athir nod, he sighed again: "There are also some records of bloodline potions in our family. It is said that this unique potion system is different from ordinary potions. It can directly develop potions with different effects based on the bloodlines of different powerful creatures."
"This bottle of potion contains powerful vitality. I'm afraid the blood of the creatures used as raw materials is not simple either, and possesses powerful vitality."
Hearing this, Atier was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face and just smiled.
As the refiner of this potion, Athir is well aware of the difficulty involved in refining it.
In that doomsday world, Athir captured many powerful mutant creatures, kept them all in captivity and fed them in the manor, and drew their blood every once in a while to make blood potions.
In order to refine the potion in his hand, Athir killed hundreds of mutant creatures whose strength was comparable to that of knights. He then used the powerful computing power of the chip to deduce the most suitable formula and only then was he able to produce some of this potion.
According to Atier's testing, this medicine can not only enhance human activity, but also directly increase lifespan. Its effect is comparable to some advanced medicines and is extremely precious.
After staying in the doomsday world for more than a year, Atier only managed to refine two bottles.
If the conditions offered by the other party this time had not been too tempting, Atier would never have taken out these hidden treasures.
Under Terence's gaze, Athir opened the bottle of potion, and immediately a rich fragrance emanated from it, refreshing the mind and seeming to increase the vitality of the body.
Taking a piece of clean linen from the wooden table next to him, Athir dropped the medicine on the linen. After wetting the linen, Athir picked up the linen and began to apply it on the boy's body.
As the wet linen rubbed against the other person's body, the other person's skin suddenly turned purple, and bursts of fragrance continued to emanate from it, which surprised Terence who was standing by.
After smearing the other person's body, Athir picked up the remaining half bottle of scarlet blood and poured it directly into the other person's mouth.
"The target's body activity begins to increase... body organs are healing faster." The mechanical voice of the chip sounded again in his mind.
In his mind, a large amount of data streams were constantly pouring in and churning, forming a human body image in front of Athir's eyes, showing the changes in various parts of the other person's body, which looked clear at a glance.
After using Athir's unique crimson blood, the opponent's body reacted immediately. New vitality emerged again in the originally exhausted body, and the damaged organs also healed quickly, which temporarily curbed the opponent's body's exhaustion reaction.
According to this situation, it won't take long for the opponent's body to heal completely, and he may even become much stronger than an ordinary boy under the effect of the medicine.
But Athir knew that this situation was only temporary. Although the potion could bring new life to the other party, it could not eliminate the blood disease in the other party's body.
The vitality in the other person's body was still slowly dissipating, with no sign of stopping at all.
Observing the situation through the chip, Athir stretched out his right hand, took the light silver potion on the other side of the wooden table, and drank a little of it directly.
As the potion was drunk a little bit, the symptoms in the opponent's body were immediately suppressed. Although the activity in the body was still declining, the speed was greatly slowed down and would not cause much impact in a short time.
"alright···"
After finishing all this, he placed the remaining half bottle of potion on the wooden table, and turned to look at Terrence: "After my treatment, he won't have any major health problems for at least three or four years."
"After a few years, if the situation starts to deteriorate again, give him the remaining half bottle of medicine. It should be able to last another one or two years."
Listening to Athir's words, Terrence nodded, then carefully put away the light silver potion on the wooden table, apparently afraid of any accidents.
"I have already fulfilled your request..."
Looking at Terrence in front of him, Athir smiled.
On the opposite side, listening to Athir's words, Terrence took out a very worn-looking book from his arms and handed it directly to Athir.
"According to the previous agreement, this is the compensation you deserve."
Reaching out to take the tattered old book, sitting on the bedside, Athir couldn't wait to flip through it and read its contents.
He read the book very quickly, and it seemed as if he was reviewing the contents, his movements were no different from turning pages.
On the opposite side, Terrence didn't find it strange to see Athir's actions.
His attention was now completely focused on the little boy, who was now casting spells and examining his body.
"The chip records the contents and transmits them directly to my mind."
On the other side, in secret, Athir gave orders to the chip in his mind.
In an instant, a large amount of information flowed through my mind, transmitting all the information in the book into my mind.
This is the content of a purified potion, and it is not an ancient potion. It is extremely precious to Athir now.
After an apprentice is promoted to an official wizard, if he wants to go further, in addition to continuing to grow his mental power, he also needs to purify his mental power and continue to transform in the process of purification.
The purification potion is one of the means to purify the wizard's mental power.
This kind of precious information is basically in the hands of those wizard organizations. Under normal circumstances, unless Athir joins those wizard organizations and signs a contract with them, he may not be able to obtain some purified potions after serving them for many years. But now he can get a formula for purified potions directly from Terence.
In fact, if Terence had not made such a promise before, Athir would not have taken out the two bottles of potion before.
The value of those two bottles of potions was basically equivalent to some high-level potions. Under normal circumstances, Athir himself would not be willing to use them, so how could he use them on an unrelated person for no reason?
"There's nothing wrong with the potion's formula...but what is a magic crystal?"
Standing there, recalling the contents of the recipe, Athir frowned a little and couldn't help but look at Terrence beside him.
"Magic crystal... This is the key to refining the purified potion."
Feeling Athir's gaze, Terrence turned around and sighed slightly: "In fact, if it's just the purified potion formula, although it's rare, in fact, many families with a long enough history have collections of it."
"But the potion formula alone is useless... Without the main ingredient, the magic crystal, even the best pharmacist can't make the potion."
"What exactly is a magic crystal?"
Listening to the other party's words, Atier frowned and asked back.
"Magic crystal is a kind of creature associated with magic stone."
Looking at Athir, Terrence said, "This is an extremely rare mineral. It is only produced in a very small number of large magic stone mines, and the quantity is very rare. Usually a large magic stone mine can only produce a few units of magic crystals each year, and they are basically divided up by those powerful wizard organizations."
"Unless you can find a large, ownerless magic stone mine, it is almost impossible to obtain magic crystals."
Hearing this, Athir's brows immediately frowned, and he somewhat understood the difficulty.
In today's wizarding world, let alone large-scale magic stone mines, even ordinary small-scale magic stone mines are extremely rare. Once discovered, they will eventually be controlled by those powerful wizarding organizations in the first place, leaving no chance for outsiders at all.
As for large magic stone mines, it is estimated that there are not many even if the entire northern plains are added together.
It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to obtain magic crystals under such circumstances.
"Is there no other way?"
Standing there, Athir asked with a frown.
"Of course there is a way."
In front of Athir, listening to his words, Terrence nodded: "Not only is there a way, but there are many."
"On the edge of the northern plains, a large number of wizards are fighting with foreign races at all times, resisting the offensive of those foreign races."
Looking at Athir, he said, "On the battlefield, military merit is the most useful thing. If you volunteer to become a blood wizard, as long as you kill a certain number of alien wizards on the battlefield, you can get not only magic crystals but also finished purified potions."
"But for most people, this method is a bit dangerous," he added.
In fact, without him saying anything, Athir could understand the danger.
When he first traveled to this world, Athir had also experienced fighting on the battlefield, and he had a deep understanding of that experience.
Even if a knight is much stronger than an ordinary person, once he is on the battlefield of ordinary people, he will still be in great danger in the end.
The battlefield is different from ordinary battles. There are enemies everywhere around. Not only can many methods not be used, but there is also a high possibility of being besieged by the enemy.
This is probably even more true on the battlefield between wizards and aliens. If things go wrong, even official wizards may be in danger of falling.
Although Atier is confident in his own abilities, he does not want to go down this path unless he has no other choice.
(End of this chapter)