"Then congratulations on your promotion."

Horn didn't want to get too entangled with them, so he nodded and said goodbye, took the selected medicinal herbs to the front desk to check out and leave.

Returning all the way back to the station, he entered the door to see the hunter's wife, Dailina, who was cleaning the yard.

"Good morning Auntie Delina."

"Good morning," Delina looked up at Horn: "By the way, I heard that Thurman said you want to make a potion, and I'll make a room for you."

"Thank you, auntie, thank you so much."

"You're welcome, joining our team, we're a family."

Following Delina's guidance, Horn came to the debris room he prepared for.

This debris room is more than a dozen square meters, with a table and a debris rack in the room. Delina also carries everything in mind and can use it directly.

Horn took out the purchased equipment from the dimensional bag and placed it on the table.

Test tube rack, beaker, iron rack, heated metal base, grinding equipment, distiller...

Get done!

He admired the results of his busy morning, which looked similar to the chemistry laboratory.

I turned my head and looked out the window. It was still early before lunch time, so I could practice my hands first.

He needed materials to take out the secondary life potion. The basic potion needed not much, only four: chicken blood vine, blue star grass, three-color flowers, and ink roots.

Among them, chicken blood vine is the main material, blue star grass is the auxiliary material, three-color flowers can play a neutralizing role, and ink roots can absorb harmful substances.

Horn picked up a black red vine that smelled fishy, ​​cut it into equal pieces with scissors, put it in a transparent container, and put the prepared materials aside.

He picked up three thin grass leaves with stars and saw through the blue, put the blue star grass directly into the grinder, and mashed it with a medicine pestle until the blue star grass turns into a paste like sludge.

Magic - Watermaking!

The pure water condensed by magic fell into the grinder, and the liquid was immediately dyed light blue, and there were some stars of Venus floating on the water.

Horn used a small spatula to scrape the herbs stuck to the bottom of the grinder and poured the mixture into the container where the chicken blood vine was located.

The processed materials cannot be exposed to the air for too long, so he speeded up.

Horn picked up a small piece of ink root. This ink root is the rhizome of an extraordinary plant. It is black inside and out. It can remove harmful substances and is of very wide use.

He grind the ink root into powder and filled it in a small bottle.

The preparations are completed.

Then take out a transparent purple crystal. The purple crystal is a man-made magic crystal. Since the crystal contains a large amount of impurities, its value is far less than that of a gem, but it can replace the mage to provide energy to the magic circle.

Put the magic crystal into the depression at the edge of the metal chassis, Horn inputs magic power to activate the magic circle, and a ball of flame suddenly appears on the base, and he adjusts the flame temperature.

This is a technical job. Flames of different temperatures have different colors, and flames of the same color also have different colors. Only by continuous practice can you master them proficiently.

The flame required to refine secondary life potions is dark red.

He constantly reduces the magic input, and the flame drops from deep red to dark red. (Note: dark red 600℃, dark red 700℃)

Putting a crystal beaker mixed with chicken blood vine and blue star grass juice on the iron rack on the flames, Horn stared at the change of the liquid.

Gradually, the liquid boiled, and the wonderful substances in the chicken blood vine separated from the body, gradually dyeing the light blue liquid red.

The color of the liquid and the odor emitted are the focus of Horn's observation. When he reaches a certain critical point, he needs to adjust the temperature again to allow the two materials to be completely integrated.

If the timing is not controlled well, the effect of the medicine will decrease at the least, and the material will be scrapped at the worst. If some dangerous medicine is refined, it may explode.

After waiting for a while, the liquid turned dark red, and the stars of Venus rolled up and down with the boiling liquid.

Following the guidance of memory, he instantly increased his firepower, and the flame rose from dark red to orange red. (Orange red 1000℃)

The bubbles rolled and the steam rose. Horn picked up the three-color flowers beside him, picked off the red, yellow and blue petals and threw them into the boiling water in turn, and closed the flames at the same time.

Under the catalysis of the three-color flowers, the juices of the Blue Star Grass and the Chicken Blood Vine began to merge, Venus disappeared, and the liquid in the beaker also turned into an attractive bright red.

The faint fragrance filled the room, and Horn breathed a sigh of relief.

The first time I personally refining the drug has been mostly successful.

After the liquid cooled slightly, Horn picked up the ink powder and poured it into the beaker.

It is a medicine that has three parts poisonous, and the same is true for medicinal materials such as chicken blood vine. The ink root can absorb harmful substances, thereby reducing the side effects of the medicine liquid.

Even after the ink root treatment, the harmful substances have not been completely removed, so you should not drink too much of the medicine, otherwise it will have an unpredictable negative impact on the body.

The hand of the mage!

The invisible mage's hand picks up the hot beaker and shakes it well, which can maximize the effect of the ink root.

After the beaker has completely cooled down, Horn took out an extremely thin filter to cover the beaker mouth and poured the bright red liquid into the hole. The liquid leaked into the clean beaker below along the pipe.

The last drop of liquid drips, and Horn pours the harmful residue into the residue plate.

Then he picked up the beaker and observed the scale line to determine the amount of medicine. He judged that three test tubes were needed to fill the medicine.

Take out three test tubes, pour the medicine into three test tubes, and stuff it into the oak plug to seal it.

Three secondary life potions were born!

Horn put three secondary life potions into the dimensional bag, cleaned the vessel, and poured the residue into the trash can outside the door.

It was almost noon, and he heard the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

Well, the taste of grilled sausages.

Taking advantage of the time before the meal, he calculated the benefits of refining the drug.

Chicken Blood Vine, Blue Star Grass, and Ink Root are common medicinal materials. Including the consumption of test tubes and magic crystal lamps, the value is no more than five gold coins.

The three-color flower is more precious, and one flower is worth a hardware coin.

The cost is between nine gold coins and ten gold coins, and the market price of a secondary life potion is eight gold coins, which is more than double the profit.

Pharmaceuticals are worthy of being a profitable industry.

And this is just the most common and simplest secondary life potion. If it is other more precious potions, the profit margin will be even more slight.

Of course, the difficulty of refining will also be greatly improved.

As far as Horn knows, the conditions for refining potions at intermediate or above are extremely harsh. Pharmacists even need to replace the magic crystal with their own magic power, just to adjust the flame temperature more accurately and quickly, and to observe the fusion of the potions at any time and use magic catalysis.

"Hone, did you succeed?" The cry of the red-haired girl came from behind.

Horn turned around and replied, "It was successful, and three secondary life potions were refined."

"That's great! I will have pharmacist friends in the future!"

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As the days pass by day, time comes to the coldest mid-winter season.

These days, Horn's life is busy and fulfilling. He read Thurman's collection of books, made potions, and conducted practical training with his teammates every few days. He also exchanged the money earned from making potions to exert the spell library with more spells.

One afternoon, Horn walked out of the pharmacy room, greeted his friends, and walked out of the door and walked out of the city.

He just made a batch of burning potions and planned to go outside the city to experiment with power.
Chapter completed!