Under the dim fire, a black-haired boy was standing in front of the alchemy platform, moving back and forth between herb bags, scales, pounding medicine pestle, big iron pot, and blower pulling rope:

Two ounces of dried calendula and one ounce of nettle, add the stone mortars respectively, use five minutes of strength to stir and crush them, and count one thousand times in one second.

Add a quarter of water to the iron pot...

Pour the crushed herbs one after another...

Boil...

The steps are not complicated, but every move he made seemed to measure with a ruler, precise, concise, and moderate strength...

After a quarter of an hour, the flames on the stove were extinguished. The boy pinched the handle of the iron pot, shook his wrist and shook evenly, and then slowly poured the unboiled potion into the snake-neck bottle. This time the movement was smooth and rapid, and no more drops were sprinkled.

When he picked up the light yellow potion and smelled the fragrance of the chrysanthemum, he carefully handed it to the bald man watching with his hands wrapped around his chest.

"Resor, let's see how the finished product is this time?"

The big man smelled it, dipped it in his fingertips, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment.

Roy wiped the dense sweat beads on his forehead and clasped his hands tightly together, as if he was waiting for the judge to judge to judge, and he seemed very nervous.

"Small guy, congratulations!"

"Hu——" The boy breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his arms and turned around in place, and was so happy that he was about to cry.

No one knows what kind of life he has lived in these three days. In addition to routine training, he starts to alchemy when he opens his eyes and starts to meditate when he closes his eyes.

In his opinion, the technique of Alchemy, which is hard to pick details, is much more boring than training for crossbow shooting. Whether in the previous world or this world, Roy is not very interested in the involvement of precision instruments. However, the snake witch hunter Reso pays great attention to alchemy and has very strict requirements on him.

How he hopes there will be a skill that will be refined instantly in the future.

"Well, although this calendula potion is not as good as most rural herbalists' works, it is true." The Witch Hunter said, "The next thing you only need to make hundreds or thousands of qualified potions through continuous practice, and the level will naturally improve."

"By the way, Resor, since calendula potions are more effective than simple herbs for trauma treatment," Roy expressed his doubts, "How about selling it out? Will there be sales? Can you make money?"

The witch hunter shook his head and explained, "You can think of this, and no one else is fool. The civilians at the bottom will think that the potion is too expensive and would rather buy some ready-made, cheap herbs on their own, which is completely enough. The rich people don't use calendula potions, and there are well-known doctors to go to the clinic for them... The medical field, no matter which city they are in, involves complex interest relations, and there are deep connections in open and secret."

"If you dare to sell potions on the streets casually, you can sell a few pieces of them if you are lucky... and then you will be reported and arrested and eaten by rats for a month."

"Don't let go of unrealistic ideas. The most suitable purpose of the potion is to keep it for your own use."

Roy felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he believed that if he was willing to make efforts to get involved in the relationship, he should be able to make money, but that would take a lot of time. It would be better to be a businessman just by himself.

"If stored properly, this bottle of potion will be effective for nearly one month." Resso began to urge again, "Now continue, make about five pieces, and it will be enough on the road for the time being."

...

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. Roy, under the strict supervision of the witch hunter, successfully refined five calendula potions of varying quality after dozens of attempts. His progress in alchemy efficiency was extremely slow. He might have succeeded once in ten times at the beginning, but now he is almost nine times.

It's just the opposite of Resso's level.

Roy could understand it, after all, he only had a few days in total to refine the potion, so naturally he could not compare with the decades of experience of the demon hunter. Moreover, "alchemy" has not yet been introduced and has not formed skills in the template.

This is probably a long process.

Roy's alchemy practice class has come to an end for the time being.

The demon hunter began to take over the alchemy platform and personally refined potions, alchemy bombs, and the grass reagent prodrugs prepared for him.

He was not idle either, and he was responsible for the preliminary treatment of herbs as an assistant.

"Five ounces of dried white vermilion flowers are ground into powder, and one ounce of water is ground into powder. Remember the precautions I have emphasized."

Resso had a stern face and kept spitting out instructions one after another in his mouth. His facial features were as cold as stone sculptures, and various lightweight alchemy instruments in his thick palms were smoothly converted.

In front of the alchemy platform, the majestic back formed a strong contrast with the agile fingers. The witch hunter was like a master of oil painting, creating a wonderful painting.

Roy became a "puppet" who had tightened the clockwork, moving from morning to night in the narrow and dark alchemy room.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been dizzy, but thanks to his mental attributes that exceed ordinary people, he can stay focused for a long time and will not feel excessively tired.

Only after personally participating in the whole process did he understand the difference between potions and potions refining.

Taking the simplest, most commonly used "swallows" as an example, the only materials involved are white vermilion and water ghost brain. The steps include drying the shade, crushing, heating, distillation, secondary heating... dozens of steps, each step is extremely particular, even if there is a slight mistake and your fingers shake. The final product is definitely a defective product.

A crucial step is to bottle the boiled medicine liquid, the witch hunter holds it with both hands and closes his eyes to meditate.

At this time, Roy could vaguely feel that some invisible communication seemed to have occurred between Reso and the bottle of magic, involving the magic level. In fact, Reso was using the magic power in his body to harmonize the potion, so that the water in the bottle could finally stabilize.

Without this link, the potion can only be considered a semi-finished product.

...

In the alchemy day and night, Roy almost forgot the loss of time. When he first refined the "Swallow" potion, he could be familiar with several steps.

Later, he started to prepare sword oil, alchemy bombs, and prodrugs, and his eyes were dark and his mind turned into a ball of paste.

There are too many processes involved and too complicated. This part of the content is by no means understandable to his current alchemy level. He simply gave up thinking and simply followed the instructions of the demon hunter.

Although he only learned one calendula potion, his familiarity with alchemy instruments increased greatly during his busy time as an assistant to the witch hunter. These will lay a solid foundation for further learning alchemy in the future.

I don’t know how long it took, five days, or a week. The demon hunter refined two bottles of "swallows", two "anti-magic metal bombs", and another pile of magic potions.

Suddenly, Roy left the alchemy room to move freely and rest for a day.

Roy was relieved from the stressful work that was almost suffocated and dared not breathe, and his mind became a little more active.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the witch hunter took out a glass bottle as thick as a finger from a row of liquid, and put it in front of him.

"This is a prodrug specially refined for you." Resor's amber pupils stared at his black eyes and said slowly, "Long-term drinking will gradually adapt to the toxicity of the potion. It will lay a solid foundation for drinking green herbs."

Roy's face turned pale when he heard the word "toxicity".

"No wonder it made me relax for a day. Before the death row inmate was executed, there was also a silenced meal."

Instantly, he didn't care about the danger of the grass trial on the surface. Out of his self-protection nature, he was repelled from drinking these highly toxic substances in his heart.

"Don't worry, little dear, with your current physique, it is enough to withstand the toxicity of the prodrug." Resor took his expression into his eyes and encouraged with a rare voice, "Except for a short period of pain, it will never leave you any sequelae. This is the conclusion of countless trials."

"Drink this thing, I will pass the grass trial in the future?" Roy lifted the transparent glass bottle under the light and suddenly discovered that the grass trial premedicine is not as single in color and pure in shape as ordinary potions.

Instead, it is filled with dense algae-like, parasitic green filament, which is turbid and heavy black overall, and is viscous and rich, making people feel panicked.

"How can everything in the world be absolutely true?" Resou said truthfully, "I can only tell you that once you survive this slow and painful process, the chance of surviving from the grass trial will be greatly increased."

"How painful would it be?" Roy took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Do you know that women have children?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"According to Vesgdri's test records, taking prodrugs is probably similar to having a baby in women..."

Roy was silent, and his mind automatically blocked the saying "women have children". He began to doubt whether he could hold on.

A 5.8 will and a 5.5 physique, which is higher than that of ordinary people? Should there be no problem?

"The Viper Academy has not produced fresh blood for nearly twenty years. If the green grass trial fails again..."

Resso's tone gradually faded, covering his warm and heavy palms on his shoulders, as if he contained some magical power, which made him feel quickly calmed down. "So, I hope you will take the courage and drink the pre-medicine."

"Actually, according to the original plan, you used the prodrug for the first time half a year later," Resso also had doubts in his eyes, "Maybe you are a little too precocious and your physical fitness has met my standards half a year ahead of schedule."

Of course Roy knows the reason, ordinary people don’t have attribute points.

"Don't bear too much psychological burden, I'll give you another two days to prepare."

"Can you not drink it?"

"Um?"

"I'm kidding." Roy smiled reluctantly, and a little bloody color on his face. Things have come to this point, and there is no room for regret. Moreover, this is already in his plan. He chose the path of demon hunter, and he had to hold on even the pain.

Prodrugs can increase the survival rate of green grass trials, how can you not drink them?

"No need to wait two more days, it's today."

Under the care of the witch hunter, Roy took a potion and shook it gently, but did not take it immediately. Instead, he squatted on the ground and began to meditate, eliminating distractions and relaxing his body and mind.

Half an hour later, his energy was fully restored. He glanced at the clock in the room and recorded the time. With a "pop", he calmly opened the cork and his eyelids were dry without blinking!

In an instant, the three flavors of bitter, fishy and salty occupied his taste.

It's like swallowing oysters, raw pork, fresh herbs with soil, even if the medicine just slips through the lips, teeth and tongue, and goes directly into the esophagus and stomach. The strange smell still remains in the mouth for a long time and lasts.

His facial features were wrinkled, his fists were curled tightly on his chest, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

The effect of the medicine begins now.

The medicine liquid fermented in the mouth for a moment, and then rushed into the brain along the nose. Roy felt himself hitting a wall head-on, and his consciousness was instantly blurred. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. His meditation posture of sitting was instantly disbanded and he fell to the ground.

What's even more terrifying is that the medicine liquid undergoes some strange chemical reaction in the stomach, releasing a huge amount of heat, and the chest and abdomen become extremely hot, as if there is a stove that is smoked and roasted, to roast it, and burn it to ashes.

His body instinct made him scratch the cold and hard ground desperately, rolling left and right, spreading the heat, his eyes closed and his face turned red and tense, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

After a while, the pain finally reached its peak. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with blood, and a horrifying scream came from his throat. His neck and temples, thick blood vessels bulged and twisted strangely.

The witch hunter squatted beside him, his expression did not change at all throughout the whole process, but there was a faint look of memories in his amber pupils.

"Hold on, little kid, the longer you endure, the more painful you get, the greater your harvest."
Chapter completed!