"Don't be nervous. It's very easy to prepare magic potions below sequence 7. You just need to follow the order in the formula, add the ingredients according to the amount and stir it. It's even easier than doing a chemical experiment. It's ready. Take it directly, no rituals or spells required, nothing to worry about.”
"Yes." Agnes nodded slightly.
Mr. Conti took out a piece of paper with a few lines on it and gave it to Agnes.
"This is the potion formula for Sequence 9 prisoners. Take a look at it yourself first," Mr. Conti said while taking out clean beakers, flasks and other instruments and a medium-sized wooden box from the cabinet.
Agnes looked at the paper.
"Prisoner: 1 blood berry + 10g of frost salt + 20g of Neisser root powder + 3 drops of Rufaya belladonna juice + 100ml of pure water + all the nails of a plateau snow wolf + 1 complete black mandrake plant"
The last two items are underlined with a red pen.
"Those underlined are extraordinary materials, and the others are auxiliary materials." Mr. Conti said casually when he saw Agnes staring at those two items.
"To be honest, the church's instruments are much more high-end than what I used before." Mr. Conti admired as he counted the instruments neatly arranged on the experimental table.
"Start the preparation. I will explain it to you during the process."
Mr. Conti picked up a brown wide-mouth glass bottle, used tweezers to pick out a red fruit from it, and placed it in a 250ml beaker.
"One blood berry, no need to crush or cut, it will melt by itself."
Mr. Conti picked up a clear glass bottle containing white powder. He weighed 10g on a scale and poured it into the beaker.
"Frost salt, 10g."
Then, Mr. Conti picked up another transparent glass bottle containing brown-yellow powder, and he handed the bottle to Agnes.
"Neissera root powder, weigh it yourself, remember it is 20g."
There was nothing difficult about it. Agnes skillfully leveled the scale, placed the weight on one side, and weighed out 20g of Neisseria root.
"Well, you're good at chemistry." Mr. Conti nodded approvingly. He picked up a brown glass bottle on the table and sucked some brown liquid from it with a dropper.
"Rufaya Belladonna Juice, 1, 2, 3 drops, that's it."
"Finally, 100ml of pure water." Mr. Conti used a measuring cylinder to take 100ml from the large glass bottle at the end of the table, then poured 50ml into it, stirred it with a glass rod, and then poured it all in.
"Ah, you should have learned. This makes it easier for solid powders to be dispersed evenly into liquids. In fact, the preparation of auxiliary materials does not need to be too strict, but I am studying pharmacy recently and the requirements are stricter." Mr. Conti told Ange Nisi smiled. Perhaps because of the lighting, the liquid in the beaker was glowing crimson.
"Now comes the key point. Extraordinary materials: 1 whole fingernail of a plateau snow wolf and 1 complete black mandrake. The weight of these two should be as accurate as possible. It can be a little less, but not too deviated. Too much. Too much will give you mental problems, too little and your 'promotion' will fail."
Mr. Conti picked up the wooden box placed at the back of the experimental table. Inside were two small wooden boxes. There were 20 bright red nails in one, and a dark brown herb with finger-sized branches, leaves and roots intact in the other.
"All the nails of a plateau snow wolf and all the materials on the plateau snow wolf need to be preserved at low temperatures. Once heated, they will deteriorate and have unpredictable effects on the potions or rituals you prepare." Mr. Conti Use tweezers to place your fingernails piece by piece into the liquid in the beaker.
The nails entered the liquid, sinking little by little and dissolving without a trace. The liquid gradually dropped and became bright red and viscous, and shimmered red, like blood. The room seemed colder.
"Black mandrake needs to be kept away from light. It will turn to ash when exposed to sunlight." Mr. Conti carefully picked it up and put it into the beaker. The red light gathered on the black mandrake, which was in the liquid. After unfolding, wisps of mist rose from the beaker. The liquid level in the beaker dropped rapidly. The branches, leaves and roots of the black mandrake quickly shrank and dissolved, and the liquid in the beaker turned into a jelly-like gel. , clear and bright red.
Mr. Conti poured the jelly into a small bowl and handed it to Agnes.
"There you go, your 'prisoner' potion."
Agnes picked up the small bowl, hesitated, and brought it to her mouth. The jelly slid along the wall of the bowl into Agnes's mouth and into her esophagus. It was as if thorns were growing in Agnes's body, restraining her. There was a sound and it disappeared before Agnes could distinguish it.
Agnes seemed to be in a dark dungeon, her eyes were dark, and all the light seemed to have disappeared. Agnes tried to look for something, but the surroundings seemed darker, without any living things, not even anything that actually existed. No, Agnes felt that this could not be described as "dungeon", but rather as "nothingness", although Agnes could not remember the specific definition of "nothingness".
Agnes was inexplicably able to feel that there was no existence in the "emptiness". She felt that there was a sense of despair in it, but it was mixed with a strange calmness. Agnes felt an attraction to calmness and a repulsion to despair. Agnes didn't make any move. Following this repulsive force, the darkness in front of her eyes disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the dark room was still in front of her.
Incomprehensible roars came from my ears, overlapping, chaotic and painful. Agnes frowned uncontrollably. She rubbed her temples and then shook her head. The roar in her ears gradually became lower.
"How was it? Did you see things you couldn't see before? Did you hear sounds you couldn't hear before?" Mr. Conti asked.
"I saw a darkness just now, but it has disappeared now; I also heard some chaotic and incomprehensible roars. It is not very obvious now, but there are still some faint sounds." Agnes replied softly.
"Don't seek the meaning of those sounds!" Mr. Conti warned sternly.
"I understand that Ms. Jones told me that those whispers that should not be heard and the existence that should not be seen cannot be explored."
Mr. Conti seemed to relax and said: "The effect of 'prisoners' on spirituality is not very obvious, and your spirituality was not very strong before you took the medicine. But you still have the power of the magic medicine overflowing just after taking it. You need to learn some skills to control the magic medicine." The method of medicinal power." He smiled, and then said: "Let's go to the opposite room."
Agnes followed Mr. Conti out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Bang!" The door made a loud noise, and Mr. Conti and several priests of the Mother Earth God around looked over.
Agnes was a little embarrassed.
"The child's mistake." Mr. Conti smiled at several priests, and then pulled Agnes into the opposite room.
