Does this potion have a name?

"Is this a potion?"

Vesemir sniffed the air, a faint stench still lingering despite the use of magic. She looked at Ailin with a complex expression.

As a sorceress with centuries of alchemy experience, she had collected an ocean of alchemical recipes.

There was even a period when she specifically collected potion recipes that were useless but bizarre.

But she had never seen Ailin refine one like this.

The stench was secondary; the most crucial part was the absence of magic.

Mary also pinched her nose and asked curiously, "Ailin, are you brewing a potion?"

"No, I'm refining a potion," Ailin replied.

"A potion?"

Mary glanced at Ailin doubtfully, then at Vesemir.

The sorceress's expression was unreadable.

"Do you know the difference between a potion and a decoction?"

"A potion is a decoction that involves Chaos Magic during refinement and results in a liquid rich with magical fluctuations," Ailin answered casually, without looking up.

This was the most basic knowledge in the potion section of alchemy.

The sorceress had covered it in the first lesson.

However, the "Killer Whale" was different from ordinary potions.

Vesemir couldn't help but ask, "But you didn't input any magic?"

"I don't need to input magic; the ingredients already contain it," Ailin replied, looking up.

"Whose magic?"

"A Drowner's."

Vesemir: ?

Mary: ???

Ailin knew their confusion, but the "Killer Whale" potion was just like this.

This type of potion was specifically designed for Witchers.

It fully accounted for the lack of magic in Witchers, using almost ordinary potion refinement steps to fully stimulate the magic within the magical materials.

Although the recipe required Alchemy LV2 to refine, in Ailin's view, An ordinary Witcher apprentice could learn it in a month or two of dedicated training, focusing solely on this one potion.

After all, Witchers' greatest strength was their poison resistance; they didn't need to overly focus on removing toxins during refinement.

They only needed to preserve the efficacy as much as possible.

So, what the sorceress had said was actually not wrong; this potion was indeed a potent poison.

Time was almost up.

The smell of rotting flesh that had permeated the surroundings dissipated at some point.

It was replaced by a faint, salty scent, like seawater.

Wisps of pale blue mist gradually escaped from the gaps around the cauldron's rim.

Subtle yet clear.

The magical fluctuations were so strong that even Ailin's Witcher senses could feel them.

Vesemir and Mary naturally wouldn't miss them.

Mary seemed to have forgotten the earlier stench, her little head leaning closer and closer.

Ailin could see the overlapping red marks on her forehead.

The sorceress also slightly parted her lips, her astonishment no less than her apprentice's.

"Such regular magical fluctuations... it truly is a potion!"

"First the bone whistle that can summon Drowners, and now a potion with such simple and peculiar refinement steps."

"Where did Ailin get all this knowledge and these recipes?"

Her beautiful eyes unconsciously shifted from the hazy cauldron to the Witcher apprentice's face.

His young, delicate face, only 13 years old, was filled with seriousness and focus.

Vesemir knew this was the curiosity and thirst for knowledge, an emotion only seen in scholars and mages.

"Why did the prophecy insist he become a Witcher?"

"My child is clearly a natural-born mage."

The sorceress sighed and couldn't help but ponder a question in her heart: Is it truly impossible for a Witcher to become a mage?

"Pfft~"

A puff of air.

A new anomaly appeared in the crucible.

The pale blue mist that completely enveloped the crucible gathered but did not disperse.

The moment this puff of air sounded, it was all sucked into the crucible.

At this time, the Witcher apprentice also moved.

He quickly lifted the crucible, circulating the magic within his body, wrapping it around the pot's wall.

Then, after silently counting ten heartbeats, he felt the magic enveloping the pot's wall vibrate slightly three times.

"Buzz~"

A low hum, like a whale's cry, sounded from the crucible.

Ailin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He placed the crucible on the alchemy table, opened the lid, and looked inside with anticipation.

A shallow layer of pale blue liquid spread across the bottom of the pot.

To the Witcher apprentice's further relief, the liquid did not emit any unpleasant odor.

Instead, it was crystal clear and transparent, making one feel an urge to drink it.

"Did it succeed?" Mary peeked over, asking doubtfully.

"It should have succeeded." Ailin nodded, about to find a container to hold the potion.

Vesemir handed him an exquisite transparent crystal bottle.

"You don't need such a nice bottle..."

As Ailin was about to refuse, the sorceress domineeringly stuffed the bottle into his hand.

Although he didn't know the prices in the Witcher world yet, he knew without asking that such an exquisite bottle was invaluable.

At least his "Killer Whale" was definitely not worthy of a crystal bottle of this caliber.

But since the sorceress insisted, the Witcher apprentice could only accept it and carefully transfer the potion into the bottle.

The shallow potion in the crucible perfectly filled the small bottle, which was only slightly larger than Ailin's index finger.

Perhaps it was the bottle's contrast, but the pale blue Killer Whale potion looked fresh and captivating.

Looking at its exquisite appearance, who would have thought of the unbearable stench during the refining process.

"This potion bottle looks very nice, can you give it to me?" Lady Vesemir suddenly asked.

The Witcher apprentice froze for a moment, then handed the potion to the sorceress.

"Of course, Lady Vesemir."

It was just a bottle of potion.

Although he really wanted to try its effects right away, the materials and the alchemy room were provided by someone else for free.

And the sorceress had helped him so much in the past few days.

Vesemir carefully took the potion and examined it for a long time.

Then, with a smile of satisfaction that Ailin couldn't understand, she found a slender and exquisite golden string from somewhere, tied it to the "Killer Whale," and hung it around her neck.

"Ailin, does it look good?" Vesemir asked with anticipation in her voice.

The Witcher apprentice was speechless.

Praising the "Killer Whale" as good-looking, that's what she meant.

Hanging a potion around her neck, what kind of strange aesthetic preference was that?

However, to be fair, the blue "Killer Whale" did match the sorceress very well today.

Except for the first day they met, when Vesemir wore that impressive fiery red silk deep V-neck dress.

At other times.

Vesemir always wore high-necked dresses with gray, white, and blue as the main color tones.

The white linen long dress she wore today matched the blue of the "Killer Whale" perfectly.

So, despite the strangeness, Ailin honestly praised, "It looks very good."

Vesemir nodded with a smile.

"Mary, get Ailin a few more sets of materials and help him make a few more bottles."

"Yes, Lady Vesemir."

Immediately after.

"Snap"

A snap of the fingers.

An orange portal spun into existence in the alchemy lab.

Before stepping through, Vesemir paused, asking:

"Oh, right, Ailin."

"Does this potion have a name?"

The Witcher apprentice blinked, then said:

"It does."

"It's called Killer Whale."

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