"In this season, only a hundred trees can bear fruit." Onian thought for a while and said.
"That sounds like fruit, so just eat fruit? This is too miserable." Alvin complained.
"I have to remind you first, there are no cattle or sheep outside for you to eat near this big mountain range. Or do you want to try what the monsters here taste like?" Onian said with a smile.
"Have you tried it? Has Master Piro given you a taste of these monsters?" Alvin asked seriously and curiously.
"My teacher is afraid that he thinks he is too healthy, so he thinks of swallowing these monsters." Onian said and glanced at him.
"Are these monsters so poisonous?" Alvin couldn't help but ask.
"You can understand it this way." Onian said, "Actually, it is not clear which elements in their bodies can harm their lives. Thinking about it this way, the female leader of the leopard men just now refined the dragon heart into Her technique is quite powerful, after all, this is probably her first time dealing with the organs of an ice dragon. You have to know that if you are not familiar with the raw materials, it will be difficult to refine a potion that meets the requirements."
"I really don't understand potions, and I didn't want to take this course at all." Alvin said, "But I did see you handle that falcon-billed lizard. Now that I think about the smell, I feel sick in my stomach. Surge.”
So he himself gave up the idea of feeding on monsters.
"Let's put it this way, it's no problem to make some basic elementary potions and hand them over to the little apprentices in the potion shop. As the raw materials for potions become more and more complex, the requirements for potion masters are getting higher and higher. Monsters like the one just now If you don’t have certain experience, you can’t handle the internal organs,” Onian said.
"You mean, the female leader doesn't look very good at magic, but she is a potion master?" Alvin asked.
"I don't know if she is a potion master," Onian looked at him and said, "But there are many so-called potion masters who can't handle the dragon heart."
Alvin pondered for a moment, then asked: "By the way, what did you mean when you said her magic language was quite unique?"
"You should have heard it, right?" Onian said and glanced at Alvin, "What she used was not the regular language of leopard people."
"So I'm quite surprised," Alvin said, "A leopard leader actually has so many. Then can you hear what language she uses?"
Onian shook her head, "As you said, there are too many weird things in this mountain range."
"Although I have never taken a potion class, I also know that the process of refining potions is a process of using magic power to transform substances. To put it bluntly, it is the same as how we usually use magic. But the female leader's magic power is so weak , how do you control this refining process?" Alvin thought of what Onian said just now and couldn't help but ask, "You know, the average potion master has at least the strength of a grand mage."
Onian shook her head and sighed: "Your understanding of the subject of potions is still too superficial."
"What do you mean? Am I right?" Alvin was a little surprised.
"You can say this, which means you are a complete layman when it comes to potions." Onian laughed and joked, "In fact, in the process of refining potions, even if you have superb magic power, it is just It just increases the success rate of refining potions. But if you are just a magician with low magic power, won't you be able to refine high-level potions?"
"so what should I do now?"
"Actually, sometimes, as long as you change the magic language, the spell-casting process will be much simpler. In this way, the success rate can be guaranteed. You don't need to spend as much magic power as before, and you can finally refine the magic potion you want." Onian'an He said, "As for the person just now, it is unknown whether he knows the magic language for refining potions."
"Then the properties of the potion won't change? Have you changed the magic language?" Alvin asked.
"Then let me ask you, if it's the same fireball spell, if you use the ancient magic language, will it turn into a lightning spell? Will it?" Onian asked.
"But the fireball spell recited in ancient magic language does much more damage."
"So is it fundamentally different?"
"You mean, changing the language to refine the potion only changes the efficacy, but does not change the properties of the potion?"
Onian nodded, "It's just that I don't know whether she strengthened the effect of the medicine or weakened it just now."
"But you also know that when we cast magic, changing a magic language is not as simple as translating one language into another. The entire spell casting process becomes different, and the logic of spell casting also changes. It’s the same." Alvin said.
Onian pointed with her hand, "If the end point is on the other side of the forest, no matter how you or I choose to run now, the end point will always be there, and this cannot be changed."
"Although I would like to praise you for describing it appropriately," Alvin said with a smile, "but it seems that is not the case."
Regarding potions, Onian naturally knows much more than Alvin. However, Alvin's understanding of space has gone far beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition, and even the magic genius Onian is beyond his reach.
Onian wanted to ask why, but she secretly guessed that this guy was just trying to get back the ground by saying that he didn't know anything about potions, so she didn't ask. But this time she really wronged Alvin. Although he was indeed trying to regain his face at this time, the space was not as simple as Onian thought.
"But if you think about it carefully, is it possible that the young apprentices in the potion shop have learned a few more magic languages and can handle those rare materials?" Alvin teased, "Besides, is this really not an opportunistic method of yours?"
Onian frowned and said, "It seems that I really need to explain it to you. First of all, a potion master who only knows how to use magic power to refine potions is really no different from the apprentices in the potion shop. Refining. Making magic potions and practicing magic are really not the same thing. When practicing magic, you can practice a spell over and over again and make some gains in magic. But when refining magic potions, what matters is efficiency, over and over again. It's like standing still. Do you think it's meaningful to waste time without making any progress?"
"As for the identification of potion raw materials, this is actually linked to your knowledge reserve. First analyze what kind of raw materials you have and what are the refining directions. Then consider what kind of magic should be used to refine it, and what kind of magic should be used to refine it. Which magic language is the most efficient? Materials such as ice dragon heart are more complicated. Generally, there are no records in the classics, so you can only read the introduction of this type of monsters in various classics, and then Then make analogies and speculate. Then according to the amount of materials, conduct corresponding experiments and initially determine the direction of refining..."
As Alvin listened, the fuzzy feeling he had felt in the afternoon came over him again. At this time, he had fallen to the ground and listened to "Professor Onian's" lecture with his face raised. He felt that he might need a notebook. He was already so empty that his brain was weak, and now he was bombarded by Onian's theories about making potions. He even had delusions, and his head was buzzing at this time.
"My beautiful princess, I know you are right, but... can we find something to eat first?" Alvin asked sadly.
"Who told you to be stubborn despite being ignorant." Onian stabbed Alvin in the forehead with her index finger bitterly.
"I didn't know you were so good at preaching. Those missionaries should ask you to teach them how to preach." Alvin said with a grimace, and then changed his tone, "I can imagine that you will be a great person in the future. Mother. Your children will grow up 'strongly' under your teachings."
"Humph" Onian pouted and ignored him. She smoothed her messy temple hair with her hands, letting the setting sun begin to burn the blood-orange contours on her cheeks. Her proud and charming eyes glowed in the afterglow, with a soul-stirring danger that really made her sit up. Alvin on the ground was stunned.
"At that time, I will sit next to the children and look at them with sympathetic eyes." Alvin came back to his senses and continued to tell the story he had thought of.
Onian was amused by him and laughed out loud, "Why do you sympathize with my children?"
"In fact, I should pity myself more. Because I may not be sitting there to listen. It will be my turn soon. Maybe the content of the lesson to me is-I still haven't learned how to refine potions after all these years, haha. Alvin said, making himself laugh so loudly that he couldn't stop laughing.
"Are you really hungry and fainting? I think you are still very energetic?" O'Nian glanced at Alvin who was still giggling.
"Okay, let's go find something to eat." Alvin squeezed out all the remaining energy before he got up, held Onian's catkins, and found a cypress tree in the forest.
It’s actually quite easy to find the citrus tree that bears fruit in spring. Just like its name, there are hundreds of citrus fruits on one tree, which is quite conspicuous. The fruits are large and small, the big ones are as long as an arm, and the small ones are only one finger long. The colors are also different, some are bright red, some are emerald green, some are purple, and some are lemon yellow. . . This picture looks like it was produced by a novice who has never learned painting. You can imagine him dipping the pure color paint on the palette and applying it against the background of the cypress tree.
"This is the cypress tree," Alvin stood under the tree and looked up. "Which one is better to pick? Is there anything special about this? Are any of them poisonous?"
"Giggle, you are still afraid of death." Onian teased.
She waved the silver staff in her hand, and large and small citrus fruits began to fall from the tree.
Alvin took a step back and reached out to grab an orange-yellow fist-sized mandarin fruit. He looked at the granular peel carefully and hesitated on how to eat it.
"Why don't you eat?" Onian looked at him with interest, "Aren't you hungry?"
Seeing her smiling expression, Alvin couldn't help but think of the mouthful of melon that she forced into her mouth that day in Siduo City.
"Come on, I'll let you have a taste first this time." Alvin grabbed her waist and stuffed the mandarin fruit in his hand into her mouth. However, he was still very measured, controlling the distance just enough for Onian to open her mouth, without hurting her, and forcing her to take a bite.
Onian was not surprised at all and just took a sip.
Just when Alvin was looking at her with a proud and curious look on his face, she quietly turned her wrist, pinched Alvin's cheeks with her other hand, and in an instant, she took out a mandarin fruit hidden in her palm. , and threw it into Alvin's mouth.
Alvin's eyes widened, he held his throat, and before he could react, he had already swallowed it.
