"Why is it black again?"
Mu You looked at the sticky black paste at the bottom of the crucible speechlessly. Where was the natural color that was promised?
He had no choice but to take out the ointment and pour it into a glass jar that had been prepared nearby.
The whole paste was like a piece of flowing jelly, firmly adhered to each other and never separated. In the end, all the paste slipped into the glass jar without a trace left.
This is not the nature of the plaster itself, but the inherent characteristic of the witch's crucible: the magic potion refined from the crucible, no matter how thick it is, will not stick to the crucible in the slightest, killing all non-stick pans in the world.
Therefore, when using a magic crucible, there is no need to worry about whether to wash the pot or whether there will be 'odor transfer' between different magic potions, because there will be no impurities or residues on the inner wall of the crucible, and every refining of the potion will be a new one. Start.
With a movement of his feet, the barrier was automatically lifted. Muyou immediately turned off the automatic trigger switch, then took his phone, opened the game, and checked the records.
[You have obtained the therapeutic ointment (low quality): the lowest-grade therapeutic ointment, which exudes a strong smell and has a greatly reduced recovery effect. It can barely be used to treat trauma. It will continue to heal trauma within half an hour, and restore up to 50 points of life... However, compared to the restored life, the mental pollution caused by its smell may be more serious. Are you sure you want to use this on the patient? 】
It is indeed the youth version!
The original version restores 200 life points in one minute, but the youth version only restores 50 points in half an hour. The difference is not as big as usual.
Mu You was helpless, the game text was still as damaged as ever, didn't it just taste a little too strong? Good medicine tastes bitter, do you understand?
And this was his first time refining medicine. He had to fumble around all by himself. If he could tinker with the finished product, it would be pretty good!
Mu You comforted himself, and then put the ointment into his backpack.
The first potion in life is of course used on the most precious treasure of the family, the unicorn!
"Come on, dear baby, don't be afraid. Trust me, although it looks a bit dark, it's really medicine! Have you ever heard of Black Jade Intermittent Cream? It has the same effect!"
Under the horrified gaze of the unicorn, Mu You pressed it, removed the gauze from its body, and applied ointment to each wound.
"It really works!"
Seeing that the wound began to slowly recover little by little, Mu You was very relieved that all the hard work was finally in vain.
Then, regardless of the unicorn's pitiful "begging for mercy" look, he hurriedly went to the basement to follow the same pattern and brewed two new ointments.
After applying the ointment three times in a row, all the wounds on the unicorn's body were finally covered.
At this time, the unicorn fell to the ground helplessly, its nose was twitching, and it was gasping for air. Tears were already rolling crazily in its eyes. Compared with this smelly ointment, it would rather continue to wear a bandage.
Even Mandrake, who liked unicorns the most, was holding his nose and hiding away. At the same time, he stared at the remaining black medicine jar in Mu You's hand with frightened eyes, for fear that the two-legged beast would also take this ghost. Something was forcefully applied to it.
"Be good! Just hold on for half an hour. You can take a shower in half an hour!"
Mu You comforted the unicorn in a soft voice, fearing that it would sneak away to take a bath, so he had to keep watch. He waited for a full half hour until it was confirmed that the wounds all over his body had completely recovered, and then he let him go free.
At this time, the unicorn fully recovered its health, jumped and escaped, and couldn't wait to jump into the stream to wash the fragrance. After washing it several times, it finally covered up the smell on its body.
"Does it smell that bad?"
Mu You was a little embarrassed.
Perhaps because he kept repeating the cooking process and stayed in front of the crucible for too long, his sense of smell had become immune to the bitter taste to a certain extent, so he did not feel how strong the taste was.
And just now, a prompt saying 'Today's Lifespan Mission Completed' popped up in the game, indicating that the game also recognized that this was a real magic potion.
Of course, if possible, he still has to find a way to improve it, otherwise he won't be able to use it up himself, and he won't be able to sell it at a good price, and he will end up throwing it away.
Mu You returned to the basement, thinking about ways to improve it all the way.
After practicing hundreds of times, he has become perfect with practice. Almost all the processes have become perfect. Is there anything else that can be improved?
Mu You really couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Muyou, what are you doing, meow? It stinks!"
At this time, Coke appeared from the basement stairs, slapping his claws in front of him, with a look of disgust on his face. There was no alarm clock to wake Mu You up today. It had just been woken up by the bitter smell, and immediately rushed down to find Mu You to blame.
"Don't make any noise, I'm refining medicine." Mu You said casually.
"Refining medicine?"
Cola was confused, endured the smell, jumped down the stairs, walked to Mu You and walked around.
Looking at Mu You, and then at the instruments on the table, it suddenly shouted: "No wonder it smells so bad. How can you refine a magic potion with this kind of flame, meow?"
Mu You was stunned when he heard this and looked at it hurriedly: "Do you still have requirements for flames when refining medicine?"
"Of course, meow!"
Cola said: "Potions must be refined with magical flames. This is common sense that even my familiar knows! When my master used to make potions, he always used a specially contracted fire spirit to assist in refining the potions. .”
"Fire spirit?"
"It is an intelligent creature made of natural elements. It is composed of pure fire elements. However, this kind of elemental creature is extremely difficult to tame, so the price is very expensive. A fire spirit has a lifespan of at least eight thousand years." Come on! In my master’s potion class, my master is the only one who can use the fire spirit!"
Coca-Cola also showed off its former owner's financial resources.
"Smart elemental creatures..."
Mu You was speechless after hearing this. After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the flame was wrong. However, where could he get something with a lifespan of eight thousand years?
But what Coke said next made his mind move again.
"Wait a minute, you said she is the only one in your master's class who has a fire spirit...then what do the others use to make magic potions?"
"The fire spirit is just the best medium for refining medicine. It doesn't have to be a fire spirit, as long as it is a magic flame! Ordinary people usually use cheap magic oil lamps or magic fireplaces to make medicine," Cola said.
Sure enough, there are alternatives!
Mu You hurriedly asked Coke to elaborate.
"The magic oil lamp is a small pot-type lamp. By inputting magic power or throwing in magic stones, it can be converted into lamp oil, and then produce magic flames. The advantage is that it is compact and easy to carry. The disadvantage is that the magic power consumption is high and requires a continuous investment of magic power. "
"As for the magic fireplace, it is a household fire-making device that is basically available in every household. The advantage is that the magic flame produced is stable, and the fuel only requires ordinary wood, which consumes very little. The disadvantage is that it is too large, bulky, and basically It can only be placed in a fixed place and is difficult to carry around.”
"That's the difference between a lamp and a flashlight..." Mu You nodded.
After listening to Coke's explanation, he suddenly thought of a question: Since the herb collector has always claimed to be a potion apprentice, in order to complete his own tasks, he must be refining potions every day, right?
In this case, he should have a similar magic stove at home.
