potion master

Harley, who devoted himself to making potions, stopped paying attention to Lyle.

He focused on the medicine jar in front of him, placing the ingredients bit by bit, waiting patiently for the right time before putting in the next batch of ingredients.

Lyle didn't make a sound either, just observing and memorizing every step Harley took.

Lyle finally understood the difference between intermediate potions and low-level potions.

He needed to put his hand over the low-level potion to feel the energy fluctuations, and then during the process of making the mid-level potion, the energy fluctuations became larger and more intense!Even when Lyle was standing beside Harley, he could feel the powerful force emanating from the medicine jar!

In the end, Harley conjured up a ball of flame, compressed it to the most delicate, and then slowly guided it in.

The fluctuation of that energy became smaller and smaller until it completely calmed down.

Two hours have passed by this time.

Harley's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He let out a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and asked Lyle, "Did you feel it?"

Lyle nodded.The power emanating from the potion in the medicine pot was very strong, and that hot feeling could almost force out the fire elemental force in his body!

"Remember the steps?" Harley asked.

Lyle smiled: "You can see it after doing it."

Harry smiled gratifiedly.

"You don't have to rush, try it when you're ready," Harley looked behind Lyle, and said meaningfully, "Some things can't wait for you for so long."

Lyle turned his head and saw the cub standing by the door, tilting his head and looking at them curiously.

"Speaking of which, if it can be replenished with elemental power, maybe its wounds will heal faster," Harley wiped his hands and said, "Most wolves are ice-type magical beasts, and ice-water properties are actually similar. , go to the city next time to buy some water attribute potions for it to use."

Lyle's heart moved, and he said "hmm".

After returning to the house, Lyall carried it to the bed and squatted down beside the bed.

Bai Duan sat by the bed and looked at him seriously.

Lyle stretched out his hand and conjured a drop of water on his fingertips.

Bai's eyes were quickly attracted by this small drop of water.The blue eyes stared motionless at the drop, and the little white shadow in the drop looked at it too.

Lyle closed his eyes.

The room was silent, and gradually, a chill came over.Lyle opened his eyes and found that the water droplets on his fingertips had condensed into ice.After a slight pause, Lyle took back the inexplicable emotions in his heart, stretched his fingers in front of the cub and coaxed softly: "Bai?"

Shiro leaned back, avoiding Lyall's fingers.

Lyle coaxed: "Lick it? It's ice."

Bai Wenyan, even his hair exploded, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" pitifully avoiding Lyle's fingers, and finally he simply pouted his snow-white buttocks to face Lyle, shrunk into a round ball .

Lyle sighed, got up and walked out the door.

Harley said: "By the way, why don't you go down the mountain with me tomorrow, I can just sell this bottle of potion, maybe I can find healing potions in the small city of Saiyan, or Go check out the water potions."

Lyle shook his head and said helplessly, "Forget it, it doesn't like water-based things."

"Huh?" Harry turned his head in wonder.

In the evening, after changing the bandages on Bai's body, Lyle took some time to coax him to eat.Bai is very picky about food. When feeding him the meat of a monster, he always sniffs it first, takes two bites if he is interested, and walks away if he is not interested.However, the monster meat it was looking for was the most expensive kind, which made Maya frown sadly.

Lyle firmly removed the meat, brought some fruits and vegetables, and tried everything.The cub's blue eyes became more and more moist, and he just stared at Lyle with aggrieved expression.Lyle gritted his teeth, didn't eat this trick, and continued to send vegetables into its mouth.

Bai stretched out his four legs, and simply lay down on the ground to act foolishly.

Lyle: "..."

"Aww... Aww! Aww..." it yelled in a melodious manner.

Harley passed by and said calmly: "You better not force it, you have tried crying and making trouble."

"..." Lyle withdrew his hand helplessly, went back to the room and took out two loose fruits.

As soon as he saw the loose fruit, Bai stopped rolling and fell to the ground, blinking at Lyle with his two wet blue eyes.

Lyle put the red loose fruit in front of it, and the little guy rushed over with a "wow", bit it down, and gnawed contentedly.

Lyle pinched its snow-white ears and sighed, "You're such a prodigal."

After Bai coiled up and fell asleep at his feet, Lyle took out all the materials that Harley used to make "Vulcan" this morning.

In the dead of night, only the slight sound of the wind remained in the mountains.

Lyle sorted the materials and dealt with them one by one.

Grind and juice.

By the time all the materials were ready, an hour had passed.

Lyle took a deep breath, closed his eyes and recalled Harley's steps, and began to put the materials into the heated medicine jar.

Making intermediate potions requires a lot of patience and a lot of care.

Once the ingredients are dropped before the time is right, the magic element of potions can get pretty messed up.

Lyle couldn't feel anything else, because all his energy was focused on the little medicine jar in front of him.

After more than two hours, all the ingredients were put in, and the magic power of the potion continued to expand, beating violently in the air.

Bai Meng, who was huddled at his feet, opened his eyes in a daze, stood up unsteadily, and kept sniffing the air with his nose.

Lyle conjured a thread of flame in his palm, pulled it into the potion, then closed his eyes, and bit by bit let his fire element combine with the magic power of the potion.

The magic energy greedily devoured the fire element, and Lyle kept releasing the flame thread until he felt that his fire element was about to exhaust, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Finally, the potion exploded and spit out There was a puff of red and black smoke!

Lyle shook his body, supported the side of the cabinet, closed his eyes and panted slightly.

His trousers were scratched by something, and before he could recover, Bai had already crawled all the way up to his shoulders, licking his face lightly.

Lyle smiled and scratched its snow-white neck, and murmured: "Don't make trouble, itchy."

The magic power of the potion was still faintly stirring in the air, Lyle looked at his hand, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

The next day, Lyall followed Harley down the mountain to sell potions.

It is said that the number of people in Saiyan City has increased in the past two days, and many mercenary groups and magicians have poured into the city, and the city decided to hold an auction to hoard the potion masters for a year. All the rare items that are useful are sold.

Harley is a well-known potion master in the city, and the auctioneer also contacted him, and he was even more excited when he learned that he had two bottles of "Vulcan".

Before setting off, Lyle also made a few bottles of low-level fire potions.Looking at Lyle's technique from the side, Harley was amazed.

"Although your magic power is not enough, you can control it very delicately," Harley comforted, "Practice more, and your magic power will become stronger."

After going down the mountain and entering the city, a brown-haired man came to greet them soon.

The man's eyes lit up when he saw Lyle, and he said, "This is Mr. Harley's apprentice, Lyle."

Lyle didn't like the way the other party looked at him very much. He shook hands with him after a smile, and said politely but alienated: "Hello."

"I heard that one of these two bottles of potion was made by you," the man looked at the two bottles of Vulcan in his hand, then raised the one with slightly fluctuating energy, and said with a smile, "it's this one, right?" ?”

"It's the first time for Lyle to do it. It's already amazing to do this, Messer." Harley said slowly.

Messer quickly smiled and said: "Of course, compared to Mr. Harley's bottle, although the bottle of potion made by Lyle is a bit flawed, it can be regarded as top-notch in the Royal Academy in the main city. Speaking of which, there are Such a talent, do you really not consider going to the main city to develop?" The last sentence was said to Lyle.

Lyle smiled lightly: "I still like places I'm more familiar with."

Messer didn't continue talking, but smiled and said, "The auction has started, and I have reserved places for both of you."

However, as soon as he arrived at the auction venue and saw so many people, Lyle stopped Harley and said helplessly, "I'm not going. Where is the person you mentioned earlier who wanted to buy my potion waiting for you? I'll go." find him."

Harley gave the address, and Lyle left.

Messer looked thoughtfully at the direction Lyle left.Harley sized him up for a moment, then said, "He doesn't like crowded places."

Messer said with a smile: "I can tell. But to be honest," he raised his eyebrows, "Your apprentice is not only beautiful, but also very good at making potions. I have never seen a potionist who can Such a quiet power was created the first time this mid-level potion was made. 'Vulcan' is the base class in mid-level potions, so it shouldn't come as a surprise, but if you take those potions you know Teach him all the methods of making..."

Harley smiled and said, "I know, I know, he has the ability to become a top potionist."

Lyle was back on the street.

There are many vendors on both sides of the street.Some of them are potions masters like him and Harley, who come out to sell potions.Some also sell magic weapons, such as small magic wands made of monster crystal cores—this is already a very rare magic weapon, and it is also the most popular and expensive item in this kind of place.

Sometimes Lyall had the desire to wave those wands, but every time he raised his hand and felt only a little magic flow, those thoughts dissipated again.

Lyle felt that something was missing from his body, something very important, but he was at a loss.

Possesses two kinds of magic powers of water and fire at the same time - he has never told Harley about this.

It's not that he doesn't trust Harley, but that he understands that his own way of possessing such magical power must not be easy.He won't be just an ordinary person living in a small city, and ordinary people won't leave such a scar on his back.

Lyle didn't tell Harley, just because he was afraid that his potentially complicated identity would cause him trouble.

Maybe leaving Saiyan City, he can find the answer.But Lyle is satisfied with the peaceful days now, and subconsciously, he doesn't want to welcome the possible fog.

Thinking about things all the way, Lyle soon arrived at the magic shop Harley mentioned.

Opening the door of the magic shop, I saw a thin black-haired woman standing behind the counter by the door.

The dark-haired woman looked up at him, then lowered her head.

Lyle walked over and said, "Excuse me, are you Miss Ona?"

The dark-haired woman looked up again, looked at Lyle for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want from me?"

Lyle took out all the bottles of low-level fire-type potions he brought, and said with a smile: "Mr. Harley is going to the auction, let me help him bring things here."

Seeing these bottles of potions, Ona's face flashed a look of surprise.

She immediately put her hand next to one of the bottles of potion, closed her eyes and felt the energy emanating from the potion.A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, looked at Lyle probing and said, "Did you make these potions?"

Lyle smiled and said nothing.

Ona inspected these bottles of potions, took out a long pipe and lit it, squinted her eyes and said, "This is the first time I have come across a potion with such quiet energy in Saiyan City, if it wasn't for the The mana is well controlled, and there is no way to make this kind of potion."

Lyle still didn't speak.

Ona lazily said to herself: "The low-level potions mixed with water made by low-level potionists on the market are not only weak in mana, but also violent. It's no wonder that it doesn't kill you if you drink it. Half Reddy It’s too expensive to buy their potions. But do you know how much you can sell these bottles of potions for? Even a hundred Reddy’s are worth it.”

"Thank you." Lyle just said lightly.

Ona raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then hummed lightly.

When she wanted to take all the potions in, a hand reached out and pressed on one of the potions.

A surprised voice sounded: "I want all these potions!"