potion master

The next day after Lyle got up, he didn't see the little guy opened his eyes and looked up at him. Knowing that it was still angry, Lyle deliberately pretended not to see it, put on his clothes and left the room.

The wound he received on the mountain has not been properly treated. After finishing the potion, he just poured it down for nothing, and forgot to let himself take some, so until today, the wound has festered a little.

Lyall wrapped up the wound on his foot with a clean bandage, then went to the front hall and took out the potion he made yesterday, and drank half a bottle.

Warm and strange power spread throughout his body, making Lyle stretch comfortably.

It is obvious that the wound on the foot is itchy, and it is estimated that it has healed quickly under the bandage.

Harley came over from behind and said hello: "It's so early, why don't you take a rest after staying on the mountain for two days?"

"I can't sleep anymore," Lyle asked curiously, looking at the bowls of ingredients in Harley's hand, "Is the teacher going to make potions?"

"Aha," Harley seemed in a good mood, pointing his fingers in the void and said, "We're going to welcome a guest soon!"

Lyle raised his eyebrows slightly and asked doubtfully, "Guest?"

"I received a letter from my old friend," Harley said happily. "I haven't seen him for two years, but in a few days, he will come to visit me in Saiyan City. Of course, he It must not just come to visit me - he always has various things to do, obviously there has been some commotion in Saiyan City recently, after he comes, I have to ask what happened here..." Harley muttered While processing materials.

Lyle regained her surprised expression, but was thinking secretly in her heart.

Could it have something to do with the fight on the hilltop he had seen that night?Who is the magician on the top of that mountain?

"Don't just stand there, Lyle!" Harley said, recalling his thoughts, "I'll teach you something again!"

Hearing Harley's words, Lyle immediately focused and approached.

"You have already cooperated with a water-type potion master, and you know that healing medicines require several kinds of mana to complete, even mana with completely different attributes."

Lyle nodded.

Harley put the spirit grass powder and magic flower juice in, and said, "So in fact, in the process of making potions, different magic powers can interact with each other. When making healing potions, We need to add materials with many attributes, so when the attributes of the mana you finally add are completely different, the two forces will not cancel each other out."

Harley spoke slowly, allowing Lyle to slowly understand and absorb.

"However, the situation is different when making potions of wind, fire, water, earth and wood. When making each kind of potion, you can only add one type of material, so you can't add all kinds of ingredients unscrupulously. Mana. For example, when making fire potions, you must not add additional water mana, because the two elements of water and fire will cancel each other out."

Lyle nodded.

The reason why the magic power of water and fire systems did not cancel each other out when making healing potions was because he also added magic materials of water system at that time.But the situation of making fire potions is different.

"But what if you add a little wood-type magic power during the process of making fire-type potions?" Harley paused, looked at Lyle and said, "I don't have wood-type magic power, so I can't demonstrate it. But Theoretically, wood-type mana can enhance the energy of fire-type potions."

Lyle was surprised: "What about the earth element?"

Harley shook his head and said, "Fire potions are only effective if added with wood-type mana, while water-type potions correspond to wind-type mana, and earth-type potions... so far no potionist has researched it. matching." He shrugged.

Lyle was secretly surprised in his heart. Sure enough, there are still many things in the field of potions that he needs to understand slowly.

In the afternoon, Lyall and Harley went into town to sell potions.

The two of them found a place and sat down like other vendors.

Lyle also brought some loose fruit cakes that he made.Such magical sweets are not often found at this kind of fair, and Harley asserted that there would be interest, especially female wizards.

Not long after the two sat down, a female magician came over.

While secretly watching Lyle shyly, they tasted the loose fruit cake, showing surprise expressions.

After a while, all the loose fruit cakes that Lyle brought over were sold out, and a total of [-] Reddy was sold.

"I suddenly feel like we're running out of money, boy," Harley joked.

But today the potion sales of the two of them are not very good.Perhaps because it was getting late, there were a lot fewer people in the market.

The two waited for a long time but no one stopped, and finally discussed that they would call it a day.

However, just as they were about to pack their things and go back to the mountain, a figure rushed over in a hurry and braked in front of the two of them!

Both Lyle and Harley were stunned.

Lyle took a closer look, only to realize that the person in front of him was the boy who wanted to buy his potion at the magic shop that day.

The boy's brown hair was disheveled by the wind, and his face was flushed red from strenuous exercise.He looked at Lyle in surprise, and said, "Finally found you!"

Lyle couldn't help laughing, and said, "We meet again."

"He is?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I bought his potion once!" The young man said excitedly, constantly admiring, "Your potion is so good! It has a high energy concentration and is easy to control. I haven't seen such a good potion for a long time. Already!"

Seeing the potion in Harley's hand, the boy's eyes sparkled, and he said expectantly, "Did you make these too? I want them all!"

"This……"

Harley and Lyle looked at each other.

Lyle just returned to the hut yesterday, so he didn't have the energy to make potions at all.Among the potions they brought today, only two bottles were saved before he went up the mountain, and the rest were potions made by Harley.

But Harley's magic power is not as fine as Lyle's, so the potion he made is not as quiet as Lyle's.

Perhaps considering this, Harley said with some embarrassment: "There are only two bottles of the potion left by Lyle, and I made the rest."

The young man was stunned, took one of the bottles and felt the power, raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "This bottle is not as good as the previous one..."

Harley's old face was a little embarrassed, but everyone was born with a different talent for mana control, and there was nothing to do about it.

Standing on the spot in distress for a long time, the young man finally said with a little disappointment: "I still want it. Although these bottles are not as good as the previous ones, they are much better than other potions mixed with water on the market. !"

Harley smiled and said, "You decide the price."

"Fifty Reddy a bottle." The boy shrugged.

When the boy took the potion, his sleeves rose slightly due to the movement.Lyle noticed a tattoo of a black snake on the boy's exposed wrist, and couldn't help but become more curious about this strange boy.

"How can I find you in the future? When will you come here to sell potions?" the boy asked distressedly.

"We go down the mountain almost once a week," Harley said kindly, "If it wasn't sold to the magic shop last time, we should have set up a stall in this old place."

When returning home, Harley couldn't help asking: "Lyle, haven't you recalled anything until now?"

The dream he had when he fell asleep on the mountain that night flashed through Lyle's mind. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "No, why do you ask that?"

Harley said with emotion: "Your way of controlling mana is indeed very subtle. Few potion masters can do that. When you control mana like that, don't you have a sense of familiarity? For example, you feel that you have controlled it like this before. Over magic power?"

Lyle said with a smile: "Sometimes I have this feeling, but apart from this familiar feeling, I can't remember anything else."

Harley shook his head and sighed softly: "Perhaps you need healing potions more than Bai, at least you need to heal your head first."

The two returned to the hut and put down their things.Maya came out to take a look, and casually mentioned: "I haven't seen Bai come out today. I'm not used to this little guy being so quiet all of a sudden."

Lyle was taken aback for a moment, frowned, and walked quickly into the house.

On the floor beside the door he casually laid out with old clothes, Bai was still sleeping there curled up in the morning posture.

Lyle had a bad feeling in his heart. He squatted down and stroked the cub's head with his hands, calling softly, "Bai? Wake up!"

After screaming for a long time but seeing no response from the cub, Lyle panicked and quickly picked it up gently.

The cub's belly was still heaving, indicating that it was still alive, but no matter what Lyle did, it didn't respond.

Lyle quickly walked out of the room with Bai in his arms, and said to the Harleys in a panic: "It can't wake up, why is it like this?!"

The Halleys froze for a moment and walked over.

"Didn't you give it a healing potion?" Harley frowned and said, "It stands to reason that all the wounds have healed."

Lyle said anxiously: "It was fine yesterday, but now there is no reaction at all."

The head of the snow-white cub drooped powerlessly in his arms, its eyes were tightly closed, and its snow-white tail hung down in the air.Although still alive, it looks like he is dead.

Maya hurriedly said: "Don't panic, why don't you give it some more potion?"

"This...it can't drink the potion even if it falls asleep like this." Harley wondered.

Lyle whispered: "I let it sleep on the ground yesterday."

Feelings of guilt surged up, and Lyle couldn't tell how much he regretted letting Bai sleep on the ground yesterday.

"This is really weird," Harley frowned and thought, and finally suggested, "Let's see it in another night. I don't think it's a good idea to drink potions indiscriminately at this time. Keep it warm and watch it in one night See if you can wake up, if you can't, then no matter what method you use, you have to pour the potion down."

Lyle opened his mouth and said softly after a while, "If tonight..."

Lyle was a little panicked, hugging the weak body of the cub but didn't know what to do.

After the Harleys left, he still secretly tried to pour some potion into Bai, but every time the green potion was just poured into its mouth, it flowed out of its mouth, and it couldn't be drunk at all.

Lyle was a little discouraged, and finally could only hold the cub tightly and go back to the room.

He hugged Bai to the bed, tightly hugging his chest, and after covering the quilt completely, he watched the snow-white cub silently for a while, and then closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

And after he closed his eyes, the cub in his arms "swiped" and opened its blue eyes.

Eyeballs rolled around, and seeing that Lyle didn't notice anything, he rubbed against his chest contentedly.

The tail flicked happily behind him, and it fell asleep sweetly.