Lord of the Silver Crow

At night, above the ruined temple.

Yago looked at the pile of mad hat grass in front of him, and took a deep breath.

Because the mad hat grass in front of him is quite different from when he brought it back in the morning.

Each of the four mad hat plants is full of vitality, like a mercury-poisoned mad hatter, trembling non-stop.

Reminiscing about it, he found that it seemed to be the case when he brought it back in the morning.

As for the reason, he naturally knew it well.

The mad hat grass is watered with madness. When the mad hat grass comes to the ruined temple from the material world, the whispers and babbles that it has to endure are good nourishment for the mad hat grass.

After bringing the Mad Hatter back to the ruined temple in the morning, he returned to his residence on Phoenix Road and rested for a long time. After he recovered, he came to the ruined temple again and prepared to make potions.

Before we start...

Yago put the gatekeeper's mask that had just been taken off on his face, transforming into Longfellow's posture.

The spirit mist of the Extraordinary in the way of the tombkeeper, in the process of preparing the potion, due to the nature of the potion, the effect of the potion is reduced, and the material is directly destroyed.

This characteristic determines that the extraordinary way of the gravekeeper is not suitable for making potions.

but.....

Longfellow in the tide way, his spiritual fog is different.

Yago's own spiritual fog is dark gray closer to dark silver.

When he was incarnate as Erdans, it would turn dark gray close to light gray.

And Longfellow's mist...

Black and blue, close to black?

At the moment when the spirit mist was released, Yago was also a little stunned.

No, generally speaking of things like ocean and water, the first impression should be "blue".

However, it doesn't seem to be out of his impression.

If it's dark blue, what does it feel like the deep sea?

Moreover, the spirit mist released gave him a sense of wonder that was surging all the time, like a dark surge on the bottom of the sea.

Although in terms of modulation, it is better than the spirit mist of the tomb guard, it seems that it is not better than that.

If the spiritual fog of the death path is a pool of stagnant water, then the spiritual fog of the tidal path is too active.

Yago suddenly understood why the Extraordinary of the Tide Church would be so hostile to the Death Path.

It should not be just because the **** of death returned to nothingness, the goddess of tides still existed, and the church of tides took advantage of the trend to attack the creatures guided by the gods of death.

Maybe the other way around.

It is precisely because the characteristics of the path guided by the **** of death and the path guided by the goddess of the tide are completely opposite, that they are opposed to each other?

Shaking his head, leaving behind this question that didn't make much sense to him, at least it didn't make sense to him now, Yago began to make potions.

It's unbelievable to say, that is that the preparation of the potion is quite simple.

There is no requirement for the technique of the potion.

All you need is the right amount of the potion material, so you just need to grind up all the ingredients and drink it.

After learning about this from Dantes, he was quite surprised.

Although the chemistry knowledge has been returned to the teacher, the order of what materials and reagents are added to the chemical reaction is different, and in most cases, different results will be obtained.

Well, in the fantasy world, it’s impossible to think with common sense from previous lives.

There are no extra moves, and Yago rolls a lucky one.

【Lucky check=62...】

【Lucky check=4850】

It's finally over.

When he came back in the morning, although he was exhausted, he didn't need to take a special rest. The reason why he didn't get it back in the morning to make the preparation was because he had a lucky die in the morning and failed.

The other materials are okay. There is only one eggshell of the Phantom Bird, and he doesn't want to get an "accidental" result.

As for the result of failing lucky dice in the morning...

When he wakes up, he finds that the bed is on when he sleeps. Is this the result of a lucky failure?

In order to avoid the "lucky" being consumed when preparing for the gambler's fallacy, he did not roll out coins to prepare immediately, but immediately began to grind the materials.

Mad hat grass, phantom bird eggshell, misty spring water, and finally...

After restraining his own resistance and crushing the human-faced spider that was put into the shriveled human head, Yago poured all the materials together, extended his spiritual mist, and followed the stirring stick in the vessel. Stir in...

It was calm at first, but gradually, Yago discovered the problem.

The turbidity reminded him of the shards of lime, he felt a rippling sensation...

mysterious! ?

Mystery is forming! ?

No, according to Elsa, according to Miss Jacqueline, and Longfellow's own memory, what the listener can sense is the turbulence of the spiritual fog.

But he didn't accurately sense what touched the spiritual fog's ability.

Mystery can touch the spiritual fog, there is no doubt about this, but the old seal, the magic circle, the potion material itself, and all kinds of mysterious side things can affect the spiritual fog, thereby touching the spiritual fog.

However, what he prepared was a potion... Then there should only be mystery, right?

Yago continued to stir the mist, sensing the increasingly intense ripples.

Nearly three minutes later, finally, the rippling sound that rang in Yago's ears became stable, no longer fluctuating up and down...

Success...?

Yago, who made the potion for the first time, thought with some uncertainty.

A bit worried Yago, while muttering "Lucky buff should still be in effect" in his heart, he picked up the glass-filled, incense-like thing.

Ten drops of spring water from the misty spring just made these materials moist, and it didn't feel like liquid.

Adjusting the touch to only one level, taking off the janitor mask and restoring his body, Yago strengthened his determination, recalling the feeling of eating dry cereal, and swallowing a pile of inadequately ground crumbs in the cup. in.

Good job.

Although the senses have been downregulated, there is still such a feeling.

what do you want to drink--

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was liquid in his throat oozing out of his throat, engulfing the dry powder and crumbs that he was determined to swallow with cereal.

Silver blood! ?

As the slightly warm silver blood descended all the way down his throat, there was a burst of inexplicable feelings on Yago's body...

As if something was gnawing at the flesh and blood, even though he lowered the touch to almost the lowest level, he could feel the sensation of countless ants chewing everywhere in his body.

Moreover, he felt that his body became stiff.

It's like being bound by something invisible.

The illusory layered whispers and babbles flooded into his mind for a short time, making him confused and painful.

The senses became chaotic...

And when his body stiffly fell to the ground, in his mind, on the quaint books, a series of words quietly changed or appeared.

[Sequence: Weird Thief, Encouragement Division]