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"Don't you feel it?" Samuel looked at Linnai who looked like he didn't know anything. "Don't you feel that your eyes always hurt? A small healing magic was cast on your eyes. It will heal your eyes weakly and make your eye area grow slowly, but because the healing magic is too weak,..."

The new growth area is squeezed together with the wound that has not completely healed, and it should still feel very sore.

Linnai was silent for a moment and did not answer Samuel's words. He just changed the topic: "Thanks for reminding me, I'll just clean it up."

After saying that, Lin Nai turned around and went to the cabinet where Teacher Lilia kept the herbs, and began to fumble for the materials needed for refining. Because it was the first time to refining, although there were systematic bonuses, Lin Nai still took more to be on the safe side. several servings.

After fumbling around in the cabinet for a long time, Linnai encountered a problem.

Because she couldn't see, she had been relying on telepathy to barely "see" things, but herbs and other things were dead, and their specific types could not be identified by just sensing their directions.

Now Lin Nai was in trouble with two herbs in his hand. The two herbs were both water-based, and they looked very similar in appearance and had similar auras. He held them in his hand for a long time and couldn't tell the difference. For a moment, Lin Nai Nai really wasn't sure which one she needed.

If you get the wrong herb when refining the potion...it's hard to imagine the consequences.

The only way to tell the two herbs apart was by their color, but apparently that was beyond Linnaeus' current abilities.

Just when Linnai decided to harass Samuel and ask him to take a look, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "It's the one on the right."

The next second, a calloused hand gently attached to Linnai's left hand and took away the herbs in her hand. Then there was the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing: "Ah, I'm sorry, I heard the teacher said you wanted After refining the seventh-level healing potion, I will be good at making suggestions to help."

Although she couldn't see it, Linnai seemed to be able to imagine Yuriel's gentle smile and reddish cheeks. She felt a little melancholy inexplicably. She was about to speak when she suddenly remembered that Yuriel didn't remember her now, so she could only remember her just now. Swallow the words that come to your lips.

It can't be said that he doesn't remember her, it's just that all the memories about her have been replaced by Vivian.

No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Sour emotions welled up in her heart. Lin Nai took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions in her heart: "Thank you, please help me find the materials I need." After saying that, she turned around as if to escape and went to the workbench for refining medicine, groping around. Find and pack necessary crucibles and other equipment.

Uriel responded warmly: "You're welcome. I heard the teacher said that you saved Cyril and I. I should be the one thanking you."

Hearing the polite yet distant words from her once close friend, Linnai was in a daze for a moment. In such a distraction, her hand accidentally knocked over the utensils on the table, and the utensils smashed to the ground, with pieces flying everywhere.

"Be careful!" Her wrist was held, and then Linnai fell into a warm embrace. Yuriel's familiar breath enveloped her. Linnai suddenly felt the urge to cry. Yuriel's anxious voice came from above her head. came, "I'll pick up these pieces. Are you okay Linnaeus?"

what?

What did he call her?

As if someone had hit her heart hard, Lin Nai suddenly grabbed Yuriel's sleeve. She raised her head randomly and her voice trembled rarely: "Why do you know my name?"

Uriel seemed stunned for a moment, and then Linnai felt his hand covering the hand holding his arm again. The temperature and touch of that hand were very familiar to Linnai. He had held this hand for countless nights. Hold her and lead her through the streets and alleys.

Then, with gentle yet undeniable force, he pried her hand away.

"I heard the teacher mention it." Uriel's gentle voice was like a basin of cold water, pouring Linnai's heart out. "What's wrong? You look a little excited?"

Lin Nai slowly withdrew his hand: "I'm fine."

Yuriel did not continue to ask, but politely suggested: "Do you need my help? It must be... not convenient for you, right?"

"No need." Lin Nai refused without thinking. Her tone was a little harsh, but she quickly returned to her original tone, "I can do it myself."

But Yuriel still didn't give up: "But your face looks bad. Are you really okay?"

"No, I just smashed my teacher's things. I'm wondering what to do now." Lin Nai gave a reason casually.

It's not nonsense. In order to ensure the safety of refining medicine, the utensils and tools placed on the workbench for refining medicine are theoretically drop-resistant. They should not be broken directly after being dropped to the ground like just now. appeared.

Teacher Lilia would definitely not be so unprofessional, so there was only one possibility. What she dropped just now was not the equipment for refining medicine, but the teacher's collection.

But such fragile things are just left on the alchemy workbench, so they shouldn't be very important, right?

Linnai comforted himself while starting to work, pouring water and grinding herbs, all in one smooth motion.

"The movements are quite skillful." Samuel also slipped in at some point, folded his arms and looked at the busy Linnai critically, and shook his head like a sigh, "It's a pity that not being able to see the eyes has a great impact on refining the medicine. ”

The grinding of some herbs does not necessarily have to be ground into particles, but an intermediate value between the complete body and the particles. Whether this intermediate value can be grasped is the key to successful refining. How many alchemists have to go through countless trainings to accurately find it. Correct middle value.

Without the aid of vision, one basically has to rely on feeling to judge the grinding status of herbs. Although there is muscle memory, Samuel doesn't think Linnaeus often refines level seven potions.

There is also the observation of the status of the liquid in the pot and the timing of adding ingredients... Without the aid of eyes, it is basically finished.

Listening to Samuel's words, Yuriel couldn't help but say: "Teacher, are you just going to let her refine it by herself? This is really going to blow up..."

Samuel shrugged: "Blow it up, just blow it up. This is Lilia's room, not mine. Besides, it's her disciple who blew up the pot, not me."

In fact, he felt that with Lilia's temper, Samuel might still be blamed... Thinking of Lilia's always protective character, Uriel took a step back calmly.

Then he was blown away by Samuel.

"I suggest you stay away for a while. The level 7 potion frying pot is no joke." Samuel retracted his hand and began to pay attention to Linnai's condition.

Uriel covered his head. He was now in the shape of a young man. The 1.8-meter elf covered his head pitifully. He looked funny: "Where are you, teacher?"

"I'm a ghost, you can't blow me up." Samuel said without looking back.

Then why can he be fooled into thinking...

As if he guessed what his student was thinking, Samuel played again and chased him away with a smile: "You guess."