"It's a pity..."
Gilan looked at the small potion tube in front of him with a little regret.
Because based on the original four main ingredients, 25 magic potions can theoretically be refined.
However, during one of the refining processes, he was a little careless and accidentally added a little less salt. As a result, the ingredients of the entire cup of potion could not be fully integrated, and finally turned into a cup of black, fishy waste liquid.
This was also an omission that was discovered after reviewing the entire process after the refining failed. Gilan felt very sad about this. After all, the total loss of materials was equivalent to more than 400 Caesar, and it was so easily wasted.
"Without enough experience, it is normal to cause losses."
Gilan Try to comfort yourself.
After five refining attempts, it only failed once, which is considered a very good result.
"Based on this estimate, the cost of a 'Wick Potion' is approximately between 80 Caesar and 100 Caesar."
Gilan was playing with a potion and thinking.
"Perhaps, I can earn a small amount of profit from 'Midnight Rose' by selling 'Wick Potion' and 'Green Gunpowder' to maintain expenses."
Although this ancient secret sect is full of big-name alchemists, these two alchemical products belong to Sabbatai Lewis's unique formula and cannot be copied by others.
So they should have their own unique value.
Gilan thought, "Midnight Rose" has no shortage of mysterious raw materials. He can buy them continuously, then refine the finished products of gunpowder and magic potion, and then sell them.
You can make money and practice your skills at the same time.
This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.
The surplus part can also be used to feed yourself, and you can prepare "Green Gunpowder" for combat and "Wick Potion" for practice.
'But there is a premise. I have to increase the refining efficiency, otherwise the losses will not be enough to recover the cost...'
Gilan said secretly.
Then, he raised his hand and flicked it on the table.
The colorful twisted light squirmed, and most of the row of "Wick Potion" disappeared, all of which were stored in the dimensional space.
Only one was left.
Gilan picked up the magic potion and sat on the edge of the bed.
Bo!
He uncorked the bottle, took a deep breath, and drank.
Gulu.
The taste of Wick Potion is not like its sweet and greasy aroma. Instead, it irritates your nose and throat, like the worst quality spirits, and like disgusting water. It's hard to put it into words.
Gilan suppressed nausea and frowned slightly.
He closed his eyes and immediately started practicing.
Empty your mind and absorb the elements of the universe around you.
This time the situation is indeed different from before.
After drinking the magic potion, the scene under spiritual vision became very different.
In the room, the four kinds of particles were originally floating leisurely and comfortably, but they were suddenly attracted by something and swarmed towards Gilan.
Not only the fire element that matched his spirituality, but also all elements including water, wind, and earth, all came over.
His body is like a candle in the dark night, with inexplicable attraction, and like a bottomless vortex on the sea floor, forcibly dragging the surrounding elements.
It's not even limited to rooms.
The sky outside the window farther away, the living room and bathroom, the apartment next door, and even upstairs and downstairs...
It's like a circle with Gilan as the center has expanded several times, and then all the elements of the universe in this range have been pulled over.
'This... is a lot!'
Gilan couldn't help but be shocked after observing through his spiritual vision.
Countless light spots flashed and danced "excitingly" in front of me.
It was as if I had fallen into a sea of four colors.
But his spirituality seemed to have its own "barrier", which automatically screened out the three-color particles except the scarlet light spots. No matter how furious they were, it was of no avail.
Only the fire element entered Gilan's body happily and triumphantly.
The quantity of these elements is extremely exaggerated. According to Gilan's previous practice standards, it may only take a few breaths to meet the amount for one day, which will lead to spiritual "weakness" and the inability to continue.
But the strength of "Wick Potion" is that it can not only attract more elements, but also forcibly increase the spiritual tolerance of Gilan.
In addition, last time in my dream Black Castle was invited by the wheelchair girl Tolina and drank a pot of "Nightfall" scented tea.
Gilan feels that he is still absorbing, but his spirituality is still not tired.
On the contrary, he is always in a state of "hungry" and "excited", and he will not refuse the influx of fire elements.
Ten minutes passed like this.
Gilan suddenly opened his eyes.
"Huh..." He exhaled a long breath, his eyes were deep and lively. "My spirituality has finally fallen into fatigue, and I can't absorb any more today."
Using his spiritual vision to observe his own situation, he was shocked.
The red body outline became darker and much darker!
'This is almost equivalent to a month of hard training!'
Gilan secretly said something awesome.
Wick Potion is worthy of the secret medicine of cultivation that Sabbatai spent his whole life studying alchemy and developed. After taking it, his own absorption efficiency of the elements of the universe is greatly improved.
Gilan believes that there must be other magic potions in the mysterious field that can assist in practice, but "Wick Potion" is definitely not bad if you put it in it.
'Moreover, the effect of the potion has not faded away, and it feels like it can last for two to three days... Although the effect of the potion will decrease sharply, it is still much better than practicing hard on your own!'
Generally speaking, the full medicinal effect of one dose of "Wick Potion" is enough to be worth nearly two months of practice.
This also makes Gilan confident and confident that the spiritual secondary dyeing will be completed in the near future.
"Then next time you communicate with White Sage, let's ask him about the Furnace Sword pathway, the 'secret' of the second-level essence 'Actor'."
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North Muse, Theo Street 4, Fahan Count's Estate.
In the study room on the second floor of the manor villa.
Two men, one middle-aged and one elderly, were sitting across the coffee table.
It's just that the scene is a bit quiet and depressing.
"Why did you come back suddenly?" Lord Ramon said expressionlessly while smoking a cigar. "Didn't you say that you won't be able to return to the capital within half a year?"
"Smoking less tobacco is not good for your health."
The old man glanced at the blond middle-aged man and did not answer, but chuckled.
"It will shorten your lifespan, Ramon."
He has white hair slicked back, and his wrinkled face is full of energy. Ramon's appearance is somewhat similar to it, especially his dark blue eyes.
"I've never seen you so afraid of death before."
Ramon said lightly.
"After eating Walter, I gained a hard-earned lifespan, so now I have become more cherished about my life?"
"Your brother's sacrifice was worth it."
The old man was ridiculed but was not annoyed, he just shook his head and said.
"If I can live longer, I can also keep Fahan Family standing. Moreover, if he had not died, it would not be your turn to take power now, Ramon."
This white-haired old man is the old count of the Fahan Family, Maxwell Farhan.
"Haha." Ramon sneered a few times and did not answer.
The old count turned his head and glanced at the sky blue silk tuxedo hanging on the wall. The shoulder area was scratched, leaving a large pool of dried and black blood.
"Ramon, my son, you don't have to be so dismissive of me. Aren't you doing the same thing I did back then?"
"This is different!"
Ramon narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"In order to escape the sacrifice of 'Shared Feast Ritual', Walter actually assassinated me, thinking that if Fahan Family only had one son left, he would not be eaten by you... Fortunately, I survived!"
He exhaled a puff of smoke and stared at the old count with hawk-like eyes.
"That's why I crave power! Moreover, I never thought about eating Prince, unlike you!"
"Different?"
The old count smiled.
"What's the difference? Could it be that Gilan·Iros is not your son?"
"..."
Ramon didn't answer, just looked at the other party coldly.
"It's no wonder you're in a bad mood. Prince failed to win the 'Staff Skills Competition' championship and couldn't join the cult... and you tried your best to make that illegitimate son show up and steal the spotlight, making the upper circles of North Muse know that we, Fahan Family, have a talent."
The old count shook his head.
"It's a pity that Gilan can't die. The one who is going to die is Prince."
"Who says he can't die."
Ramon looked gloomy and took a long puff of cigar.
"I will summon him to the manor tomorrow morning."
"Are you going to be tough?" The old earl narrowed his eyes. "I advise you not to set yourself on fire."
"Self-immolation?" Ramon laughed. "Joke!"
"Do you think I'm scaring you, Ramon?"
The old earl said calmly with no expression on his face.
"Loben Fasol is dead!"
"?!"
Ramon's laughter faltered and his pupils shrank sharply.
"Although I don't deal with him, after all, he is also the 'Gray Scar Priest' in the cult. How could he die..."
"Last night, Loben, as usual, invited the young champion of this staff competition, your illegitimate son Gilan... How did you say he died?"
"This is impossible..."
Ramon looked in disbelief.
"Even if he is a master, there is no way he can kill Loben!"