Chapter 719 Dubious Potion
“Boom!” A green flame ignited, burning fiercely over a pot of boiling soup, which illuminated the entire room brightly, making me feel like being in a haunted house. The atmosphere instantly became somewhat bizarre.
I stopped using the large ladle and started stirring the large pot with my staff. I didn’t need to reach into the boiling potion; I just needed to rotate the staff above it, and the medicinal soup would slowly spin, with the flame burning on top also spinning, forming a green flame vortex.
“What are you doing? Brewing a potion?” Milti couldn’t help but twitch her eyelids. She found it hard to connect such a scene with potion-making.
“That’s right. True potion brewing should involve magic, using magic power to fine-tune the spirituality between medicinal herbs to fully unleash their efficacy,” I said. This way, I could adjust the effects to what the witch wanted as much as possible, rather than various inexplicable side effects.
I rarely used magic in potion-making before. This should be the first time because the pot of medicine I was brewing now was a real witch’s potion, which emphasizes free combination. There was no recipe beforehand; I added ingredients entirely by feel, and then fine-tuned them with magic.
This type of magic had no name; it wasn’t a formed spell, but merely controlling the spirituality within the medicinal herbs through magic power to blend them into the combination effects desired by the witch.
I had wanted to put on an act earlier, but after Milti saw through it, I stopped pretending. Besides, my intuition kept telling me that without using magic, the potion-making process would ultimately be incomplete.
When I threw in the Frost mushroom, the medicinal soup instantly turned azure blue. Even though it was boiling, a chilling air rushed towards me. When I poured in the blood-red honey, the pot immediately turned blood red, as if I were stirring a bowl of thick fresh blood, releasing a sweet and cloying scent.
“Is this… is this really potion-making? Won’t this thing explode?” Milti’s eyelids were twitching. She had never seen such a potion-making scene. Now, she wasn’t even worried if the resulting potion would have problems, but if the cauldron would explode.
“Yeah, it feels right this way. By the way, how do you elves brew potions?” I was having so much fun, letting myself go felt amazing.
“Uh, elves generally don’t get sick. If they do, it’s usually not something medicine can cure; it’s mostly a problem with magic power. In that case, we usually grind herbs into juice for the patient to drink, or pound the herbs into a poultice for external application. We rarely brew potions like this,” Milti replied.
Hmm, many elves revere nature and harmony, and wood elves are the closest to nature among them. Therefore, they usually wouldn’t forcibly alter medicinal properties with magic power. I had read this in books.
Also, the elves’ strong resistance is truly enviable. Due to their different physical structures from humans, most germs are probably harmless to them.
“Finally, one more *ding*~” I tapped the side of the pot, making a dull sound. It wasn’t a good pot; a professional potion cauldron should make a crisp sound. But is using an old, broken large pot for potion-making also a characteristic of a witch?
“Whoosh!” The flame in the pot instantly extinguished, releasing a lot of steam. Finally, the potion in the pot turned a golden color, looking as if gold had been melted into liquid.
“Alright, have them drink this potion, and they’ll be completely detoxified,” I said.
“Can… can this really be drunk?” Milti looked at the thick, foaming liquid. She suspected it might solidify directly after cooling, and there was an excessive amount of unknown magic power flowing within it.
“No problem, I just guaranteed its effect. At least, my intuition tells me so,” I said, patting my not-so-large chest as a guarantee.
“In-intuition?” Milti’s mouth twitched. She didn’t understand my intuition when brewing potions as a witch, but I truly believed in the effectiveness of intuition. Especially this time, from my feelings to the feedback, I felt it was better than ever. This was definitely my most successful potion-making to date.
I found some ceramic bowls in the civilian houses and scooped a bowl of the medicinal liquid. This potion had no name. According to the needs, I added a lot of medicinal effects, from clearing heat and detoxifying to reducing desire and calming the mind, from reducing fever and relieving pain to restoring spirit. I covered all possible symptoms they might have.
“Okay,” Milti decided to trust my potion, considering I had already saved them so many times. After all, the situation couldn’t get any worse.
She helped a woman up and assisted me in feeding her the potion. Milti also had the sense to find someone to test the potion first and give it to Liya only after confirming she was fine.
While waiting for the potion to take effect, I continued chatting with Milti, “By the way, if you elves don’t use potions, do you have potion classes in your academy?”
“Yes, I’ve taken it too. Although I don’t usually use it, I know some basics. However, the potion classes don’t teach the brewing method like yours,” Milti was still deeply impressed by my earlier actions.
“Heh, I’m a witch, so my methods will naturally be different from what’s taught in the academy. But if it were elves, how would you handle patients poisoned like this?” I asked.
“Elves? We would send them to a Holy Land blessed by the Goddess, immerse them in a spiritual spring to remove toxins, restore their bodies, and then let them rest and recover their spirits slowly,” Milti said.
I heard that elves have their own system of gods and beliefs. There are even several different pantheons for elven gods, some of which are mutually hostile, making it very complex.
There’s also an interesting anecdote. It’s said that some humans, by various coincidences, also come to believe in elven gods and receive divine favor from them. These people are regarded as close friends and honored guests by elves who share the same faith, which is quite amusing.
After about ten minutes, the most noticeable change was that the redness on her face faded, and she stopped groaning. The occasional twitching due to pain also stopped. She became quiet, her breathing even, and she looked as if she were sleeping peacefully.
“It seems… effective!” Milti said joyfully. She could feel the vitality in the woman’s body recovering and her heart rate strengthening.
“Then let’s have them all drink it. They should wake up in a while,” Milti and I worked together to give them all the potion.
After a while, the first woman who drank the potion moaned and opened her eyes. She sat up groggily, “Wh-where am I?”
“You are in a civilian house now. How do you feel? Does anything feel uncomfortable?” I went up to ask, ready to rescue her if there were any problems.
“I’m fine… Wait! Who are you? Why am I not wearing clothes?!” The woman immediately noticed her predicament and asked nervously.
“Calm down, we rescued you from the Iron Winged Bees. Do you remember what happened before?”
