Broad World

In the morning, the sun shines from the horizon into the arms of friendship. The quiet market began to be lively. The merchants began to sort out their goods one after another, and the residents also began to prepare for a day's work. The loud noise woke Henry up. He opened his eyes and opened the window to look at the busy crowd outside the window, and stretched himself. "A new day has begun." Henry said to himself.

He pushed open the door of the dwarf's room and saw that Cagan was still soundly asleep, and he had no intention of getting up at all. "Oh." He sighed and went back to his room. Using the "water making technique", Henry made 2 gallons of clean water for a brief wash, then went downstairs to have some breakfast.

Seeing the busy dwarf boss, he hurriedly greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Bantley."

"Good morning Henry, is that drunkard Kegan still up?" the dwarf raised his head and asked with a stuck look.

Henry shook his head. "No, he's still asleep in the room. It's been 14 hours, and I don't know how he can sleep like this."

Bentley laughed and said, "Haha, you have to know that dwarves have three problems. Drinking, forging, and sleeping. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps all day. Let's have some oatmeal in the morning."

Henry nodded helplessly. Originally, he wanted Cagan to take him to the market, but now it seems impossible. Returned to the room after a hurried breakfast, took the money bag with only two gold coins left, a magic scroll and three magic scrolls made yesterday, and went straight to the market.

When he came to the market, he saw that Molian had already started business, and many adventurers bought some second-hand weapons and armor from her. Because the brand new price is generally one-third more expensive than here. After seeing Henry, the businesswoman smiled and asked, "Hi, what does Henry need? Why didn't Cagan come with you?"

"Kagan was drunk yesterday and is still asleep. I heard that you have some alchemy raw materials for sale here and want to take a look."

Morian froze for a moment. "Alchemy raw materials? Oh, there are some in the warehouse of the chamber of commerce. They are basically shipped to Baldur's Gate. You know that there are not many magicians here in Friendly Arm to make magic items and potions. I didn't expect you to be able to do alchemy." , This is a hen that lays golden eggs. Show me the list you want to buy." Henry handed over the small piece of paper that recorded the materials. Molian looked at it, and it was basically herbal powder. There are also some potion bottles. From his experience as a businessman, he immediately understood that Henry was going to make potions.

After calculating for a while, she gave the price, "1 gold coin for an empty potion bottle, and 10 gold coins for 0 grams of these herbal powders regardless of type." Hearing the price, Henry frowned. He only had two gold coins in cash. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Do you buy books and scrolls here?" Then he directly took out the book of common alchemy potions bought in the temple yesterday and the 4 scrolls he made.

"Common alchemy potions, gold coins." The businesswoman simply flipped through and calculated the price. Then he opened a few scrolls carefully and said: "Hypnotism, healing of minor injuries, and stone power entanglement are based on the purchase price of level 1 divine spells, 50 gold coins each."

Henry thought to himself that the book he just bought yesterday would be discounted by half if he sold it today. Sure enough, he is a black-hearted businessman. But there are only a few recipes, and it is useless if I have already memorized them. As for the scrolls, that is the unified purchase price. The selling price of the level 1 scroll is 64 gold coins, not too much difference.

After thinking for a while, he said to the merchant: "Sell them all. Give me 0 grams of each of the other four medicinal powders, and I need 10 empty medicine bottles."

"Okay, no problem, wait a minute." After speaking, Molian called a buddy and told him to go to the warehouse to pick up the goods. "Are you interested in being my direct supplier?" the businesswoman asked, she stared at Henry with bright eyes, as if she wanted to eat him up. "No, I'm not interested for the time being. You know that my spells and alchemy are self-taught after being taught simply. I can't be a supplier for the time being." Henry resolutely refused. What he needs now is systematic re-learning, not becoming a A small businessman.

The businesswoman raised her eyebrows. "Self-study? Then you are really good. Then, have you ever thought about going to the mage tower of Baldur's Gate for further training?"

Henry was taken aback. "Further study? This is really a good idea. But the tuition fee is not low." His interest suddenly came.

Molian said proudly: "Our chamber of commerce has trade relations with Master Tyrantir of High Fort. He is not only a magician but also an excellent alchemist. I can give you a letter of recommendation, but the condition is The alchemy items you make in the future must be given to me first."

Henry thought to himself: There is nothing better than being mentored by a 17th-level conjurer master. There doesn't seem to be a more powerful mage near Baldur's Gate than Tyrantir. "No problem, deal." He readily agreed.

"Then let's sign a contract. I'll help you get a letter of recommendation. I have the right of first refusal for all the alchemy items you make in the future, and you can sell them to others if I can't eat them." Li took out a pen and paper and began to draw up the contract. After writing, Henry saw that there was no problem with the text, and there were no patterns around it. There is no special thickness and unevenness of the paper facing the sun. Then sign your name.

"You are really cautious, I'm not a devil." The businesswoman curled her lips.

Henry smiled. "Prudence can live a long time, after all, the devil can change into anything."

Molly carefully packed the contract. "I won't get the letter of recommendation until I return to Baldur's Gate next month. You have to wait for a while."

"No problem, I still have to go with Cagan to complete the commission from Thor's blacksmith shop."

The business woman nods. "I got the letter of recommendation and asked the caravan to bring it to Kegan."

After signing the contract, both of them were in a good mood and began to chat casually. After a while, the guy brought what Henry asked for. 10 empty potion bottles in a wooden box. The powder was also wrapped in a cloth bag. "This is what you asked for, and I will give you the remaining 170 gold coins." Molian said and settled the remaining gold coins together.

After the settlement, Henry took the things he bought and went directly to the studio on the third floor of the hotel. Start making potions in order. First mix the powder into water according to a certain proportion, put it under the fire and heat it to boiling. Cast a cure light wound on the potion bottle. Then block the mouth of the bottle with a cork and put it aside to cool naturally. In this way, a bottle of healing potion for minor wounds is ready. The shelf life of this bottle of potion is one year. After a year, the magical power stored in it will pass away more than unavoidable, and the longer the time, the worse the effect will be. Until it finally turns into a bottle**. After making three bottles in a row to consume all of today's magic spells, Henry stopped. Get ready to take a break. Looking at the light green liquid in the bottle is in a good mood. After the prepared potions cool down, carefully put them into wooden boxes to avoid collisions. After a break, it was already noon, so Henry decided to have some lunch first. Come back in the afternoon to make the hypnotic potion.

When I came to the second floor, I passed Cagan's room and found that the dwarf was no longer there. When I came to the bar, I found that Kegan was eating smoked fish and bread, and of course a large glass of ale was indispensable.

Henry looked at the dwarf. "Kagan, you finally woke up, I thought you were going to be drunk for 7 days and then go straight away."

Cagan laughed and said, "Haha, a strong dwarf won't be defeated by such a little wine. I can drink a whole barrel of ale, and then cut down a giant without changing my face."

"Come on, at most half a barrel can make you even look like a giant stool." The old dwarf saw the dwarf bragging and decisively set off the old man.

"Hey, Henry heard that you went shopping at Molian's in the morning?" Seeing that the cowhide was blown, Cagan immediately began to change the subject.

"Well, I bought some alchemy materials and made a few bottles of healing potions in the morning. After all, diggers are not easy to deal with. I also reached an agreement with her. After this adventure, she will be in the name of the Seven Suns Chamber of Commerce. Recommend me to be an apprentice in High Fort." Henry truthfully reported to Cagan.

"High fort? That's a really good place. I've been there once, and the damn magic items are ridiculously expensive. A magic warhammer costs 4,100 gold coins. A magic mail armor costs 18,000 gold coins. It's more profitable than robbery. We dwarves can only sell a good weapon for 100 gold coins." Hearing the term "High Fort", Cagan began to envy and hate.

Henry said seriously to the dwarf: "You know, my spells and alchemy are basically self-taught. I don't know much about the manufacture of magic items. I want to learn systematically. My mother and sister will ask you to take care of me during this period of time. It's over."

"No problem, I've been neighbors with your mum Lily since she was a little girl. I watched her grow up, get married and have kids. Little Lina is a lovely kid too, although I don't like how she always pulls on me beard." The dwarf assured Henry, patting his chest.

Back to the room after lunch. Cagan took out a millstone from his luggage and began to sharpen his axe, and tidied up his armor and helmet. Wipe carefully to remove dirt, smooth out scratches, and then oil carefully. Henry also started to organize his luggage. Since he was injured, the dwarves helped him organize his luggage. Now that the arm is basically fine, it's time to clean it up yourself.

Inside the backpack was an ordinary light crossbow. The black hardwood body was not wound. In the side pouch are two bowstrings. The strings are twisted into strands from unknown animal tendons. The pulling force is not large, and the estimated range is no more than 100 meters. On the side of the bowstring is a short wooden spear with a length of about 1.3 meters. It is very hard and the tip of the spear is oblong and sharp. Looking at the bottom, it is basically some clothes and a bag of 40 crossbow bolts. A small bag of salt and a dagger for skinning and eating. Nothing else.

After simple tidying up, Henry returned to the third floor to prepare the last bottle of hypnotic potion. The hypnotic potion is a little more complicated to make. First, the water is heated to a certain degree and then mixed with a certain amount of powder. Set aside to cool, cast a hypnotize, then reheat to a boil. When boiling, add some alcohol and quickly plug the lid. After cooling down, put it together with the healing potion. The bright red color in the bottle is not to be confused with other potions.

After all, the method of using the hypnotic potion is to throw it directly towards the middle of the enemy. After the crystal bottle is broken, the liquid inside will quickly volatilize into gas. Anyone who inhales the gas is as wrecked as hypnotized.

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