Ruger certainly would not let his brave knights jump straight into that filthy potion. Besides, the Spirit Fur Cultivation Potion was only one stage of the process. Before that came a more important step.
Ruger admitted that he had compromised after all. This step required him to rely on Ugly Fish, but he had steered back around in the later stages, like a carriage racing toward a cliff that had returned to a broader road. Once he cultivated a batch of ball-forming symbiotic fur, he would no longer need to rely on the fish. In other words, if he succeeded, he could break free of this constraint and truly secure his hold on the Spirit Fur Cultivation Method he had worked so hard to develop, sacrificing spell study and sleeping in.
This step had grown out of his research into Flesh Seed. He had discovered that, to some extent, the spirit furs could also be considered flesh seeds transformed from his own flesh and blood.
Ruger cast Lesser Sharpness and cut his palm. Blood freshly separated from his body carried the aura of his soul, which was also why certain high-grade contracts and curses used the target's blood.
Bathing the spirit furs in his blood could slightly improve the chances of success.
Five brave, fearless knights of the Spirit Fur Knights leaped from their beloved master's shoulder, plunging straight into a small potion vial half-filled with blood and immersing themselves in their master's blood.
Ruger watched with satisfaction, waiting for the right moment.
The five spirit furs swam about in the little vial, even considerately diving down to immerse themselves completely in the blood.
"My knights, prepare to march."
Ruger spoke in a deep voice, then immediately quieted his mind and entered the vision of the Spirit-Sucker Fur, looking directly