Chapter 45 Potions (Part 1)
The flames gradually subsided, and as Verafia excitedly rushed to his side, her big eyes shining with anticipation, Igert had no choice but to brace himself and present the seemingly scorched “tribute” in his hand into hers.
Igert could only pray that the taste of the grilled fish would not be as terrible as its appearance.
If it were as bad as the black bread yesterday morning, he wouldn’t be confident that he, having gone against his “oath” again, wouldn’t be burned alive and eaten by this angry Miss Phoenix.
The girl’s pure white little hands held the grilled fish, her eyes widened, and then she bit down hard with her shining pure white little tiger teeth.
“Mmm, not bad, humph, as I said, my taste is truly top-notch… Hmm, from now on, my meals will be guaranteed!”
The young girl’s scorching gold pupils immediately curved like a gentle crescent moon, and her voice, slightly muffled by chewing, was filled with praise.
Does it mean it’s not bad, and even this little phoenix finds it acceptable? Could she be playing a trick on me again?
Igert thought in confusion, then took a bite of the grilled fish in his own hand. A hint of surprise appeared on the young man’s face, but he immediately shook his head with a wry smile.
I never thought I’d have a talent for being a grilled fish chef… For someone like me, born into a prestigious family but completely inept at cultivation, isn’t this a form of irony?
“However, at least I have one more way to please this little phoenix, so that’s a good thing, right?”
Igert comforted himself as usual, then suddenly thought of something and looked up at Verafia to ask.
“Speaking of which, Miss, the experiment you mentioned earlier, is it this?”
“How is that possible? I was just suddenly hungry… Hmm, and I just happened to discover that you’re quite talented.”
After quickly finishing the entire grilled fish in her hand, Verafia moved her mind, using the elemental power condensed in the air to wash away the greasy stains on her fair little hands. The girl then clapped her slender hands, raised her bright big eyes, and spoke charmingly to Igert.
“Then your meaning is…”
For some reason, Igert suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
“Actually, it’s nothing. I just suddenly thought of refining a potion from Lothel’s memory, and luckily, I have enough substitute materials now!”
Igert’s expression clearly shocked, and he looked at the girl before him with suspicion.
“A potion from Lord Lothel’s memory… A potion?”
Potions, as products born from magical experiments and combined with some alchemical principles, are, as the name suggests, potions that alchemists use their own mastery of magical energy to extract the needed substances and energy from materials, and then re-create them into new magical potions.
In the current field of potions, the scope of potionology is quite extensive, and various potions with different effects are constantly being developed and created:
Among them, there are healing potions that, like the Holy Water of Light and the Spring of Life, are used to heal life and dispel evil toxins, as well as combat potions that greatly enhance one’s Dou Qi, Demonic Power, and elemental perception.
There are even precious ones that can help professionals cultivate Dou Qi and even assist in advancement.
“That’s right!”
Verafia seemed to be in a very good mood, and her voice, as she raised her snow-white face, carried a sense of liveliness and cheerfulness.
The girl seemed to think of something again, tilting her little head abruptly, her big eyes blinking as she stuck out her tongue.
“However… in my opinion, although these materials should barely suffice as substitutes, the final effect might only be the weakest, weakest, weakest version?”
Hearing Verafia’s excited voice, although Igert dared not doubt it, his expression remained one of unconcealability.
This wasn’t that Igert didn’t believe this noble phoenix lady… Well, he Igert wasn’t an idiot, how could he think such an outrageous thing would be feasible!
It should be known that although the refining of potions does not seem particularly difficult, to others, it appears to be nothing more than extracting the required potion materials and then mixing and tempering them.
However, in reality, this seemingly simple operation requires extremely solid support from magical and alchemical theories, as well as insight into elements and the material world. The mastery of potion substances can even be described as harsh: even a one-second error will lead to vastly different results.
Even for master alchemists who have been in this field for many years, refining a potion is quite mentally taxing, and there is even a considerable probability of exploding the furnace.
This shows its difficulty.
In Igert’s view, although this phoenix lady could easily unleash powerful magic with her bloodline and talent, it did not mean that this little phoenix, who had only been born for a few days, could have much profound achievement in the aforementioned fields.
“Even setting aside these things, in this wilderness, there isn’t even the most basic equipment for refining and extracting potions. How can a so-called potion be refined out?”
Igert simply considered it a temporary whim of this young lady.
However, Verafia clearly ignored Igert’s expression. She snatched the storage item from Igert and “thumped” a large pile of magic crystals and magical beast materials onto the ground. After searching for a while, she nodded her little head with satisfaction.
“Hmm, although the quality is completely insufficient, I think it’s okay as a substitute!”
Igert rested his face on his hands, looking helplessly at the excited girl.
However, Igert did not stop his young lady from what might be another act of “extravagance.”
For him, these materials worth more than ten gold coins were far less important than making this little phoenix happy, let alone that she earned them herself.
What Igert was thinking about now was how to comfort this little phoenix after Verafia failed…
Suddenly, the expression on Igert’s face froze, his eyes widened, showing an expression of disbelief.
Verafia waved her white little hand, and a golden flame rose into the air, sweeping a large number of magic crystals and materials she had chosen into the mid-air space. The high temperature of the golden phoenix flame instantly melted the magic crystals, which were imbued with powerful energy, into liquid.
Various different materials, in the girl’s flames, gradually vanished at the material level, and like unraveling silk, condensed into various pure energy substances, pure and shining with a bright, crystal-like, gorgeous luster.
“Crystals of True Red Fire… Using fire-element magic crystals is fine. For the branches of the spirit tree, the vines of the treants can also be used as a substitute… Dragon blood is hard to find, but luckily there is the crown blood of the Dragon Crystal Flame Burst Tree, so it’s not impossible to use after a few more tempering sessions!”
Igert stared blankly at the girl’s actions.
