Dragon-Transformation Potion

The ' Land Forsaken by God ' of Monsa City.

Una, wielding a large knife, scared away those who, seeing her house had no door, wanted to come in and "stay" for the night.

She quickly sped up the repair of the door, skillfully using some small tools to re-secure it to the door frame.

As dusk settled, she finally finished fixing the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was finally fixed before dark. If it hadn't been fixed by then..."

Una shuddered. She knew the consequences: if the repairs weren't completed by then, people outside who didn't even have houses would desperately try to storm her place.

Although she has the advantage in weaponry, there's no guarantee those people won't be reckless; she might not be able to handle just a few of them ganging up on her.

Fortunately, the repairs were completed, allowing her to safely pass through what she considered the second darkest day of her life.

The darkest day was the day she was banished here; had it not been for the help of her deceased uncle, she might have died on that very first day.

Una was originally an ordinary resident of Monsa City. Her family had lived in Monsa for many years and were just an ordinary family.

First came good news: her brother had distinguished himself in the hunt and was allowed to drink the Divine Water. After drinking the Divine Water, he passed the test and qualified to join the guard.

This filled their family with joy, and they cheered for the arrival of a good day.

If someone in the family drinks the Divine Water and gains immense power, their status will rise significantly, and their life will even improve.

But during the three days her brother went to see the High Priest, they did not see him return.

Just three days later, one morning, guards surrounded her former home and brought terrible news.

Her brother died suddenly after drinking the Divine Water. The High Priest was furious, believing it to be Deity, and directed his anger at the family.

Besides her young age, her uncle, who was also seriously ill, escaped the execution, while the rest of her family members were all put to death.

Una took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from dwelling on the past, as it would only make her more upset.

She stood up and began the next step: moving the things blocking the door to strengthen the entrance's defenses...

Just then, a sound of someone touching the door came from outside, followed by a questioning voice.

"I remember this is the place! Why isn't this door broken?"

Una recognized the voice; it was the same two people who had broken into her house that morning.

Her hair stood on end, and she immediately shouted:

"Don't break down my door, I'll open it myself!"

She knew the door wouldn't stop those two people, so she might as well open it herself and save herself the trouble of fixing it again.

Una hid in the corner and watched the two of them set up a table and put some small utensils on it. Fran had picked them up from a resident's house on the way; she needed a bottle to make the potion.

"Just grind these plants into powder and give it to me."

She directed Velint to assist her, then poured some liquid from the bucket into a wooden bowl herself.

Fran frowned at the scene before her. Since she started making money from potions, she had never used such rudimentary equipment.

However, she remains confident that she can create a genuine Dragon-Transformation Potion.

She poured the powder that Velint had ground directly into the mixture, and then began to fuse it using her Mental Power.

Once she reached her extraordinary level in Pharmacy, she discovered early on that as long as she used her powerful Mental Power to fuse these materials, regardless of the steps involved, she could create a potion of perfect quality.

While those steps can help the materials blend more naturally and achieve better results, they are somewhat time-consuming for Fran.

The potion she directly blended was just as effective as the one made using the traditional methods, with only slight differences.

Furthermore, she didn't actually know the recipe for the Dragon-Transformation Potion, so she naturally didn't know the specific steps and could only directly fuse it.

Velint watched as the liquid in the wooden bowl began to glow, knowing that a potion was being made, but...

She hesitated, unable to express what was on her mind.

She had actually seen other Apothecary make potions, and they made them much more elaborately.

First, pour in one-third of the ingredients, let it mix halfway, then pour in the remaining ingredients, and stir the potion upside down to prevent the liquid from dripping...

However, Fran's methods seem rather crude.

She watched as Fran fused the material halfway through, then poured it out, fused it again with her Mental Power, poured it out again, and fused it again...

Actually, Fran didn't know the exact proportions either. She was just adding powder whenever there was too much red liquid, and vice versa...

Repeat this process until you get closer and closer to the correct ratio.

A white light suddenly emanated from the top of the wooden bowl, and then the liquid inside turned orange and began to bubble.

"Is it finished?" Velint asked impatiently from the side. She saw that Fran had been in this position for a long time, and her Mental Power was no longer fusing with the potion in the bowl, so she was getting a little anxious.

She couldn't afford to be in such a hurry; this potion was crucial to whether she could pass the Trial in the Spirit Realm, and she desperately wanted to know whether the potion had been successfully used.

"It's finished," Fran replied. She had actually finished a long time ago, but was just observing the details of the potion.

Because she kept interrupting the mixing process and adding ingredients, the quality of this potion was naturally not perfect; in her opinion, it was still far from perfect.

But while examining the bowl of medicine, she discovered something extraordinary.

Normally, different medicines require different dosages to achieve their full effect. Many medicines can be fully effective with just one-third or one-quarter of the dose. Drinking more will simply prolong the effect of the medicine.

The amount of the potion in front of her was much less than Fran had expected to be fully effective.

According to her estimate, this bowl of medicine could have an effect on six people, and after only a quick count of the materials she had, she realized that she had enough materials to feed hundreds of people.

This isn't right. If such a small amount can be counted as one serving, why is there so much less red liquid in the well? She actually felt that there weren't many people in Monsa City, maybe a hundred thousand at most.

Moreover, not everyone can drink the Divine Water, so where did all the other ingredients go?

"Lai."

It was only Velint noticed Fran was lost in thought that she called out to her a few times that Fran snapped out of it.

Fran placed the bowl on the table and said slowly:

"I've prepared the potion, but I'm not sure about its specific effects. Would you like to drink it first?"

Velint frowned. There was nothing they could do; they didn't have the recipe, so naturally they didn't know how to proceed.

But then she had a sudden inspiration and looked at Una in the corner.

Una blinked, looking at the shimmering liquid in the bowl.