Preparing medicines is not a difficult task for Kelsen. At Trinity College, besides clinical operations, what he is best at is pharmacy. Although it is the first time to prepare the extraordinary promotion potion, the principle is not different.
The refining of potions in this world is more focused on alchemy. Kelsen picked up the void salt crystal on the shelf and added it to a special resonance grinder. Under the resonance of the wave ether, the semi-physical object of void salt was soon turned into fine powder.
Pour out the powder, and this piece of material has completely become a medium between virtual and real. Ivan put the medium into the test tube, and in turn added the violet powder, which symbolized psychic and death, and the ghoul brain containing the necrotic ether and death flexibility, waiting for their coupling.
Normally, this progress would last about three to five years, so Ivan needed to speed up their fusion by increasing their ether activity. Of course, high-temperature open flames will not work. Fire ether is naturally the nemesis of negative energy. This is where the Death Cloud Mushroom comes in handy.
As the Death Cloud Mushroom was ignited, the fire ether of the flame was quickly replaced by the eclipse ether. The blue will-o'-the-wisp flames scorched the potion and began to react violently.
After about five minutes, the potion was completed.
Inside the crystal clear test tube, there was a lingering dark purple mist, which made Kelson unsure whether he should drink it or inhale it.
And Kelsen has no time for clinical experiments, so he is the number one guinea pig.
Swallowing the cloud in the test tube, Kelson felt as if he had swallowed a cloud of cold smoke. The stuff flowed into his stomach and began to regurgitate with a rancid smell, which almost prevented him from vomiting it out. But immediately, an unusual feeling filled his body.
It felt like some kind of power was filling his body, inflating his skin that was about to leak out, and he felt that his skin became tight again. He raised his hand, and sure enough, the corpse spots began to dissipate.
A distant and profound spell sounded in his voice, briefly covering his consciousness. Something connected to Kelsen while he was absent-minded, and the link passed by him, seemingly unaware of his presence.
By the time Kelsen came to his senses, it was all over. He also understood that what supported his body was the symbol of his transcendence, spirituality.
And his spirituality is an eclipse attribute that is completely contrary to life.
Kelsen keenly felt that the dark energy around him was pouring into his body all the time, and his body of the living dead seemed like an endless sea, constantly absorbing and refining this power in his body, so as to As for his mental state becoming extremely active, this seems to be a bit different from the setting of [The Dissection Apprentice] in his memory. Kelsen touched his swollen wrist and muttered to himself.
Then without thinking much, he walked out of the alchemy room, handed the key to Bart, and said thank you sincerely.
"Don't say thank you. This is a deal. Remember that bottle of 'potion of the next life'. The quality you prepared is very good and very popular." Bart waved his hand, indicating that he could do what he wanted.
Kelsen, who became a first-level transcendent [Dissection Apprentice], has now completely entered the branch of the Necromancer class. And there is no turning back for him yet. Who knows how long the spirituality in his body can sustain his body without decay.
But the good news is that at least he will be able to participate in the graduation defense tomorrow.
When Kelsen returned home, he collapsed on the floor. In the past, he always hoped that people would not be tired and could do more things during his sleep time. But now when I really lose sleep, I feel that time is so difficult.
Finally, when the sun began to shine through the cracks in the door, Kelson also changed out of the windbreaker whose sleeves had been bitten by the giant rat and put on a woolen sweater. Although he looked a little shabby, and there were blood stains on the cuffs of his shirt, he could barely see anyone.
Facing the setting sun, Kelsen walked down the corridor carefully. He didn't want to wake up the landlord, who would inevitably have a fight. Anyway, he could apply for an independent dormitory after he started working.
Out of habit, Kelsen started running. In the past, in order to ensure sleep and not be late, he could only run to school because he couldn't afford a car. He was out of breath every time he arrived. But I don't feel "asthmatic" anymore, I don't know if that's a good thing.
Last night, he had made countless mental preparations, but when he stood outside the academy and actually saw priests coming and going, and even a leader wearing a platinum robe walking past, Kelsen almost wanted to turn around and run away immediately. Even if he went back to squat in his cold hut, he might still be able to live for two more days.
At this time, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind, making Kelsen tremble in fright. When he turned his head, a middle-aged scholar with a gray beard looked at him with a serious expression, but there was concern under the lenses of his glasses.
"What are you doing here? Come in."
"Good morning, Professor Zangwill." Kelsen asked subconsciously. Yes, this is his mentor, Zangwill Lennon, a senior scholar who teaches at Holy Trinity.
"Today is the deadline for the defense. You still look unhurried. Hurry up and don't make the other two professors wait too long." Zangwill patted Kelson on the shoulder and motioned to him. Keep up with yourself.
Kelsen and Zangwill walked on the sunny campus. After muttering for a long time, they tentatively asked: "Professor, what is the topic of my thesis defense today."
"Your article 'Gland Transplantation and Biological Clinical Manifestations'." Zangwill's glasses reflected light: "To be honest, I reviewed it carefully for you last night, and what you wrote is already perfect. I don’t even have anything to help you organize, and this is more than enough for you to answer.”
"Uh, okay." Kelsen then recalled the information about the paper. Not only was he an academic leader in this college, but he also participated in many medical research projects: "The other two professors No objection,”
"It's Professor Kristine and Dr. Li. They are both your professional teachers, so naturally they have no objections." Zangwill smiled: "Don't let down everyone's expectations."
Kelsen was also moved when he heard this. Just when he was about to say thank you, a disgusting and sticky voice came:
"Oh? Isn't this Mr. Kelson?"
Kelson felt a shiver, as if a snake was crawling up his spine. Turning his head, the fat man wearing a red and white deacon's robe was looking at him, greed and cunning flashing in his eyes.
Kelsen felt a sense of disgust and some kind of anger from the bottom of his heart. The memory told him that this person was none other than Deacon Peter Felix, who had been targeting him.
"Mr. Kelson, I heard that you took leave for the second half of your internship? You are a citizen working for the Lord, how can you be so lazy?" Peter's tone was sinister: "Fortunately, I think you are indeed a talent. , this is why I made an exception and gave you the internship certificate."
As a deacon of the church, Peter is responsible for the employment allocation of middle school students at Holy Trinity College. It can be said that the official is not very powerful but also powerful. Kelsen sneered from the bottom of his heart. Being able to deal with the epidemic in the lower class area was an achievement in itself. This fat pig only defined that internship as passing for his own promotion.
In fact, this greedy worm embezzled the money to purchase medicines and equipment, causing many lower-class people to die in pain.
When he thought of this, the resentment in Kelsen's heart kept rising, and he couldn't help but retorted: "The deacon is so diligent, he must go to the lower area to practice more when he has the opportunity."
The fat on Peter's face shook violently for a few times, and his expression immediately turned gloomy: "Mr. Kelson, you don't seem to be at peace inside. Is there something evil in your body? Let me check it out." Fan it."
After saying that, the short, fat hand grabbed it, and many bad memories flashed through Kelsen's mind. Those were lynchings used by priests to punish people, using the power of holy light to burn the flesh and sting. It won't leave scars.
For ordinary people, it is indeed just a pain, but for Kelsen today, it is not the case. If he is burned by the holy light, not to mention dying suddenly on the spot, at least his identity as an undead creature will be exposed. He tried his best to avoid it, but Peter, the fat man, was actually more flexible than him.
"Go away, Felix. You greedy hyena, stay away from my students." Seeing that something was wrong, Zangwill immediately stopped between the two.
Peter's eyes flashed sharply, but he still retracted his hand. These senior professors were hired by the church with high salaries from the principality, and their status was not much different from them. As a little deacon, I cannot bear the crime of destroying the friendship between the principality and the church.
But the harsh words that should be said still need to be said: "Professor Zangwill, when I am promoted to priest soon, I don't know if you will still dare to insult a clergyman like this in public."
Zangwill was not afraid of him at all: "Truth will never bow to power."
When Peter saw that there were already people surrounding him, he had to say hello three times, then threw up his sleeves and left quickly.
