Formulating the Killer Whale Potion

"You already know how?" Vesemir asked in surprise.

Ailin nodded.

Seeing the Witcher apprentice's determined expression, the sorceress didn't say anything further.

"Snap."

A snap of the fingers.

After Vesemir opened the portal, she was the first to walk into the orange vortex.

The Witcher apprentice followed behind.

However.

Just as he was about to step into the portal, he turned to look back.

All the Drowners had turned into dried leeches. After Vesemir took them away, Killer Lake returned to its peaceful state.

The slender willows on the shore swayed in the gentle breeze, and the narrow lake reflected the sky, along with the perpetually unmelted snow on the distant Blue Mountains.

"Can the first trial of the Trial of the Mountains be considered passed?"

Looking at the calm, deep lake water, Ailin inexplicably had this thought.

But this thought only flashed through the Witcher apprentice's mind.

Killer Lake wasn't a dead lake.

This lake connected to the White Stone River.

The downstream of the White Stone River led directly to the Buina River, and finally to the sea, the Plakshida Bay.

Therefore, the Drowners in Killer Lake would not be extinct.

Of course, it took time for the Drowners to migrate, and the Trial of the Mountains was only twenty days away.

It was conceivable that the difficulty of the trial would be significantly reduced.

However.

"It's never too much to prepare," Ailin muttered to himself.

"Since Lady Vesemir is still at Kaer Morhen, I must prepare the Killer Whale Potion in advance. That way, if any problems arise, I can ask the sorceress for help."

His life was at stake, so there was no need to be shy.

Since the sorceress was willing to invest in him when he was weak, he would make good use of this resource and repay her in the future.

After clarifying his thoughts, Ailin withdrew his gaze, let out a long sigh, and turned to walk into the portal.

Just before entering.

[Ding! Your skill: Alchemy LV1 has been upgraded to Alchemy LV2 (0/500)]

"Bang!"

After traversing the portal with the boost from his Alchemy upgrade, Ailin felt his pain multiply.

As soon as he emerged, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The sorceress's soft arms helped the Witcher apprentice up and handed him a bottle of emerald green potion.

"Gulp~ Gulp~"

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed as he drank the potion.

A moment later, he recovered from the dizzying, chaotic sensations.

Vesemir gently patted Ailin's back and advised, "Next time you go through a portal, remember to shield your senses."

"I'd rather there not be a next time," Ailin quipped as he got up.

The sorceress was stunned for a moment, then her lips curved upwards, seemingly amused by the Witcher apprentice's words.

"You said just now that you already know how to brew that potion?" Vesemir returned to the main topic.

Ailin nodded.

Vesemir said, "What ingredients do you need? As I said before, I can offer you some help."

Ailin didn't hesitate and directly listed the required materials:

"I need a bottle of Dwarven Strong Alcohol, five Beli's Fruit, six Sage, and five Drowner Tongues."

Hearing the Witcher apprentice openly ask for the materials, the sorceress's smile became even more elegant and beautiful.

"Snap!"

A snap of the fingers.

Mary woke up from her sleep.

"Mary, go and find... these ingredients."

"Alright, mentor."

Mary rubbed her eyes, seemingly not fully awake. After glancing at Ailin, she stood up and walked towards the depths of the alchemy room.

As the girl's figure receded, Ailin's gaze shifted back, meeting the Sorceress's eyes.

"The cauldron is here. We went over this a few days ago, do you still remember how to use it?" Vesemir asked, walking to the alchemy table.

Ailin nodded and sat down in front of the cauldron.

Vesemir leaned against the wall near the alchemy table, waiting with him for Mary to bring the ingredients.

About five minutes later, Mary returned, carrying a basket.

Ailin eagerly took the basket.

The basket contained two portions of each ingredient.

Ailin looked up and saw Mary smile kindly at him.

After returning Mary's smile, Ailin cast a grateful glance at the Sorceress before focusing his attention entirely on the cauldron.

Snap

A snap of the fingers.

The Sorceress lit the flame beneath the cauldron.

"Do you need Mary and me to leave?" Vesemir asked softly.

The Witcher apprentice shook his head.

He hadn't asked the Sorceress for help with refining before because he genuinely didn't know the refining method, not to hide the recipe.

Besides, this was the Sorceress's territory.

To have the owner leave while refining a potion?

Ailin couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

The Sorceress nodded upon hearing this and said nothing more.

Mary also leaned closer. She had initially thought Lady Vesemir was going to refine a potion, but it turned out to be the Witcher apprentice.

She was very curious about the potion Ailin had been so focused on.

Of course, what intrigued Mary even more was what this Witcher apprentice, who had only been studying alchemy for ten days, could possibly create.

Following the recipe, Ailin first placed the sage into the pot and then crushed it with a spoon.

The intense, fishy stench was thoroughly stimulated by the scorching bottom of the pot, immediately filling the entire alchemy room.

"Ugh~"

This was Mary's sound of retching.

Snap

Another snap of the fingers.

Ailin felt the air around him begin to flow faster.

With his full concentration, not only were the details of the materials in the cauldron clear to him, but the fishy smell received by his nostrils was also exceptionally rich.

Forcing himself to endure the unpleasant odor, the moment the sage turned yellowish-brown, he poured in the Dwarven Strong Alcohol.

With a hiss, a large amount of white steam billowed upwards.

The pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, a complex odor that even made Ailin almost gag.

"Ugh~ Mentor, are Witcher potions always this smelly?"

"You overestimate them. Witchers don't refine potions. They only concoct a type of poison called a Witcher Potion."

"Poison? Then what is he refining?"

"It might be some kind of poison too," Vesemir's voice hesitated for a few seconds before she added, "It's also my first time seeing someone prepare sage like this."

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Ignoring their hushed conversation nearby, Ailin looked into the pot.

Black oil slicked the surface of the strong alcohol, hindering its evaporation.

Mentally counting his heartbeats, after the 30th beat, he added Beli's Fruit and the Drowner Tongue.

Then he closed the lid of the cauldron.

Now came the long wait.

"Hoo~"

Ailin let out a long breath and stood up from his seat. Just as he was about to stretch and move his body, he saw Mary suddenly take a large step back.

Vesemir, as if nothing had happened, silently shifted a couple of steps to the side.

An awkward silence fell.

In the alchemy room, only the cauldron was making gurgling sounds.

Seeing this, Ailin sat down silently.

This is so embarrassing.

Who would have thought that the process of concocting the Killer Whale Potion would smell so foul?

Fortunately, after adding Beli's Fruit and Drowner Tongue, all the odors seemed to be sealed within the cauldron.

Wait!

The odors were sealed inside the cauldron!

The Witcher apprentice grasped the key point, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

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