Chapter 297: 062 – Alchemy
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Izlandi sat Lirian down on a chair with wheels on it, to make it easier for him to move around, and stood by his side as she readied herself to get busy.
"What are you doing?" Lirian asked with a frown when he noticed Izlandi standing by his side.
"It's not like you can do this all by yourself!" she said incredulously, "You can't see, how are you going to know when the flames are just the right colour, or if a mixture is the right colour, or if the concentration is just right, it's not like you can see the colour indicators to tell how acidic or basic a solution becomes," she said pointing out several important things that required ones sight.
"Hump," Lirian snorted, "I don't need your help now get lost," he said with an air of arrogance.
"Fine," Izlandi snapped, feeling slightly insulted that Lirian refused her assistance, "But I'm watching from the side, and don't blame me for laughing at you when you mess this up," she said while clenching her small fists and she took some elegant steps to the side and sat on a chair against the wall.
Lirian shrugged his shoulder not caring if she saw the whole process, even if she did it wasn't like she'd be able to do what he could, even if she had an identic memory it would take her life times of practice before she would be able to replicate what he was about to do.
Lirian swivelled around on his chair and rolled around while clicking his tongue in a rhythm, and before long he picked up a set of knives and a few grinding bowls and got to work.
Izlandi watched from the side as Lirian did the boring parts of alchemy, the preparation, it was usually a long and boring task, but she followed Lirian's every movement as he expertly cut up and ground up ingredients, in just a few minutes the first part of the preparations was complete.
It was then that she saw Lirian move to her gas burner, of all her alchemical tools, that one was by far the most expensive.
The gas tank itself was an enormous investment, enough to burn a hole in even her pocket, but the worst part was the gas that went into it, she had to place special orders with the merchants guild every few months, to get a full tank.
As she looked at it starting to burn she couldn't help but start to count the amount of gold that was being burned for every minute the flame remained burning.
She had tried to use flame spells instead of gas, but it took to much concentration to maintain a spell while working with delicate ingredients that could spoil in an instant if the flame went out of control.
But to her delight and surprise, Lirian formed a ball of silver energy and brought it to the flame, in the next instant the ball of silver energy turned into a ball of flame which Lirian maintained with complete ease.
Lirian started to release wisps of flame onto several of the ingredients, in no time at all the ingredients started to dry up, but at the same time they started to emit a potent smell.
Once the smell reached Lirian's nose he smiled in satisfaction and grabbed several small metal tubes he requested, as well as the cauldrons.
Izlandi was watching curiously wondering what Lirian was going to do with the tubes, when the intensity of the flame started to rapidly swell, and the air in the room became noticeably thinner with every second.
Izlandi looked at Lirian and her eyes widen in horror as she saw what Lirian started to do, he focused his flame directly on a specific spot of the cauldron, and in just seconds that part of the cauldron became so hot that it started to glow and melt.
"What are you doing?" she shouted in horror as Lirian started to push one of the hollow metal pipes into the newly melted hole, the cauldron started to cool down visibly and the melted metal solidified around the tube.
"Just improving this crappy set up you have," Lirian said with droplets of sweat on his face, evidently pushing the flames to such a high temperature that it could melt a cauldron took its toll on him.
"Improving it!?" Izlandi cried out sceptically, "You just destroyed a cauldron worth ten gold," she cried out furiously, but to her horror Lirian didn't stop there, he proceeded to do the same thing to six of her precious cauldrons, joining them by a set of pipes, placed at odd angles.
Izlandi felt like she would lose her mind but she gritted her teeth and continued to watch, hoping that there was a method to his madness.
When Lirian was finally done he set up a couple of filters on the ends of the pipes, he filled the cauldrons with water and started to throw in certain ingredients into each of the cauldrons.
Once more Lirian brought up the glowing ball of fire and split it into six thick tendrils of flame that spiralled around the cauldrons.
"He's control is even better than uncles," Izlandi muttered to herself in surprise, she had already expected Lirian's control to be great, but this was just out of this world.
Each of the flames were moving to Lirian's flow, and what was even more unbelievable was the varying temperatures that she could feel coming from each of the flames.
Before long the water in the cauldrons was boiling hot and bubbling, while releasing the combined smells of the ingredients that were placed into them.
When that happened Lirian grabbed another hallowed pipe and connected it to a pipe that was elevated the highest from all the other pipes.
As the two pipes melted together with Lirian's flames, Izlandi noticed a purple gas that was released in the process.
Feeling curious she got up and gradually peeked into the cauldrons, aside from the thick steam, she could make out small amounts of gas that was passing through the filters on the pipes and traveling through each cauldron until it all came together at the point where Lirian placed the final tube.
Then Lirian took one more cauldron and placed it at the exit of the last tube, and after watching it for a long time she realised that a single drop of a purple liquid was created after ten minutes.
Izlandi looked on in amazement, it was alchemy like she had never seen before or even heard of, her uncle, done most of his alchemy practice in Blindwatch, one of the great cities, filled with countless cultivators and great teachers, yet he never spoke about alchemy being done in such a manner.
Izlandi stepped back to her seat as she started to feel extremely lightheaded, she started to feel like she would run out of air at any moment.
Izlandi didn't even realise it when she eventually fell unconscious, she decided not to leave the room because she remembered what Lirian said about the air ruining the potency of the product.
When Izlandi woke up she noticed that the room was cool again, she looked to the cauldrons and saw that they were no longer emitting any steam, and in the centre she could see Lirian taking in deep breaths, with his hair and clothes shimmering with fresh sweat.
"Come here," she heard Lirian say just seconds after she blinked her eye's open.
'How did he know I woke up?' she wondered in surprise, and slowly climbed to her feet.
When she reached Lirian she could see traces of exhaustion all over his face, and on the table next to him she saw two tiny gleaming purple capsules, with a clear coating on them.
The capsule was an extremely light purple when compared to the dark purple drops of liquid she saw earlier, she was certain that the liquid went through another batch of refinement to reach it's current colour.
"Give me your hand," Lirian said in a hoarse voice.
Izlandi hesitated slightly to offer her hand, but she didn't dare to say to say no, as she noticed how weak he looked and simply offered him her hand.
The moment she felt his soft skin against her hand, she involuntarily let out a soft moan, a sound that she never recalled making in her entire life.
'This dreamy hunk of meat is holding my hand!' the elven blood in her started to rejoice, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate.
But then something happened that made her entire body tremble, she felt the mana in her body start to move on it's own, she widen her eyes in terror and started to try taking back control.
"Stop fighting it," she heard Lirian furiously hiss, it was then that she realised that it was Lirian's doing he was taking control of her own mana, and she was powerless against it, she felt like she was completely at his mercy as he moved her mana around.
Izlandi stopped fighting it and watched what Lirian was doing, if she felt a threat to her life she was prepared to yank her arm at any moment.
She soon noticed two strange circles forming above her hand and looked at them curiously, wondering what use the two circles had.
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Izlandi sat Lirian down on a chair with wheels on it, to make it easier for him to move around, and stood by his side as she readied herself to get busy.
"What are you doing?" Lirian asked with a frown when he noticed Izlandi standing by his side.
"It's not like you can do this all by yourself!" she said incredulously, "You can't see, how are you going to know when the flames are just the right colour, or if a mixture is the right colour, or if the concentration is just right, it's not like you can see the colour indicators to tell how acidic or basic a solution becomes," she said pointing out several important things that required ones sight.
"Hump," Lirian snorted, "I don't need your help now get lost," he said with an air of arrogance.
"Fine," Izlandi snapped, feeling slightly insulted that Lirian refused her assistance, "But I'm watching from the side, and don't blame me for laughing at you when you mess this up," she said while clenching her small fists and she took some elegant steps to the side and sat on a chair against the wall.
Lirian shrugged his shoulder not caring if she saw the whole process, even if she did it wasn't like she'd be able to do what he could, even if she had an identic memory it would take her life times of practice before she would be able to replicate what he was about to do.
Lirian swivelled around on his chair and rolled around while clicking his tongue in a rhythm, and before long he picked up a set of knives and a few grinding bowls and got to work.
Izlandi watched from the side as Lirian did the boring parts of alchemy, the preparation, it was usually a long and boring task, but she followed Lirian's every movement as he expertly cut up and ground up ingredients, in just a few minutes the first part of the preparations was complete.
It was then that she saw Lirian move to her gas burner, of all her alchemical tools, that one was by far the most expensive.
The gas tank itself was an enormous investment, enough to burn a hole in even her pocket, but the worst part was the gas that went into it, she had to place special orders with the merchants guild every few months, to get a full tank.
As she looked at it starting to burn she couldn't help but start to count the amount of gold that was being burned for every minute the flame remained burning.
She had tried to use flame spells instead of gas, but it took to much concentration to maintain a spell while working with delicate ingredients that could spoil in an instant if the flame went out of control.
But to her delight and surprise, Lirian formed a ball of silver energy and brought it to the flame, in the next instant the ball of silver energy turned into a ball of flame which Lirian maintained with complete ease.
Lirian started to release wisps of flame onto several of the ingredients, in no time at all the ingredients started to dry up, but at the same time they started to emit a potent smell.
Once the smell reached Lirian's nose he smiled in satisfaction and grabbed several small metal tubes he requested, as well as the cauldrons.
Izlandi was watching curiously wondering what Lirian was going to do with the tubes, when the intensity of the flame started to rapidly swell, and the air in the room became noticeably thinner with every second.
Izlandi looked at Lirian and her eyes widen in horror as she saw what Lirian started to do, he focused his flame directly on a specific spot of the cauldron, and in just seconds that part of the cauldron became so hot that it started to glow and melt.
"What are you doing?" she shouted in horror as Lirian started to push one of the hollow metal pipes into the newly melted hole, the cauldron started to cool down visibly and the melted metal solidified around the tube.
"Just improving this crappy set up you have," Lirian said with droplets of sweat on his face, evidently pushing the flames to such a high temperature that it could melt a cauldron took its toll on him.
"Improving it!?" Izlandi cried out sceptically, "You just destroyed a cauldron worth ten gold," she cried out furiously, but to her horror Lirian didn't stop there, he proceeded to do the same thing to six of her precious cauldrons, joining them by a set of pipes, placed at odd angles.
Izlandi felt like she would lose her mind but she gritted her teeth and continued to watch, hoping that there was a method to his madness.
When Lirian was finally done he set up a couple of filters on the ends of the pipes, he filled the cauldrons with water and started to throw in certain ingredients into each of the cauldrons.
Once more Lirian brought up the glowing ball of fire and split it into six thick tendrils of flame that spiralled around the cauldrons.
"He's control is even better than uncles," Izlandi muttered to herself in surprise, she had already expected Lirian's control to be great, but this was just out of this world.
Each of the flames were moving to Lirian's flow, and what was even more unbelievable was the varying temperatures that she could feel coming from each of the flames.
Before long the water in the cauldrons was boiling hot and bubbling, while releasing the combined smells of the ingredients that were placed into them.
When that happened Lirian grabbed another hallowed pipe and connected it to a pipe that was elevated the highest from all the other pipes.
As the two pipes melted together with Lirian's flames, Izlandi noticed a purple gas that was released in the process.
Feeling curious she got up and gradually peeked into the cauldrons, aside from the thick steam, she could make out small amounts of gas that was passing through the filters on the pipes and traveling through each cauldron until it all came together at the point where Lirian placed the final tube.
Then Lirian took one more cauldron and placed it at the exit of the last tube, and after watching it for a long time she realised that a single drop of a purple liquid was created after ten minutes.
Izlandi looked on in amazement, it was alchemy like she had never seen before or even heard of, her uncle, done most of his alchemy practice in Blindwatch, one of the great cities, filled with countless cultivators and great teachers, yet he never spoke about alchemy being done in such a manner.
Izlandi stepped back to her seat as she started to feel extremely lightheaded, she started to feel like she would run out of air at any moment.
Izlandi didn't even realise it when she eventually fell unconscious, she decided not to leave the room because she remembered what Lirian said about the air ruining the potency of the product.
When Izlandi woke up she noticed that the room was cool again, she looked to the cauldrons and saw that they were no longer emitting any steam, and in the centre she could see Lirian taking in deep breaths, with his hair and clothes shimmering with fresh sweat.
"Come here," she heard Lirian say just seconds after she blinked her eye's open.
'How did he know I woke up?' she wondered in surprise, and slowly climbed to her feet.
When she reached Lirian she could see traces of exhaustion all over his face, and on the table next to him she saw two tiny gleaming purple capsules, with a clear coating on them.
The capsule was an extremely light purple when compared to the dark purple drops of liquid she saw earlier, she was certain that the liquid went through another batch of refinement to reach it's current colour.
"Give me your hand," Lirian said in a hoarse voice.
Izlandi hesitated slightly to offer her hand, but she didn't dare to say to say no, as she noticed how weak he looked and simply offered him her hand.
The moment she felt his soft skin against her hand, she involuntarily let out a soft moan, a sound that she never recalled making in her entire life.
'This dreamy hunk of meat is holding my hand!' the elven blood in her started to rejoice, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate.
But then something happened that made her entire body tremble, she felt the mana in her body start to move on it's own, she widen her eyes in terror and started to try taking back control.
"Stop fighting it," she heard Lirian furiously hiss, it was then that she realised that it was Lirian's doing he was taking control of her own mana, and she was powerless against it, she felt like she was completely at his mercy as he moved her mana around.
Izlandi stopped fighting it and watched what Lirian was doing, if she felt a threat to her life she was prepared to yank her arm at any moment.
She soon noticed two strange circles forming above her hand and looked at them curiously, wondering what use the two circles had.
Izlandi sat Lirian down on a chair with wheels on it, to make it easier for him to move around, and stood by his side as she readied herself to get busy."What are you doing?" Lirian asked with a frown when he noticed Izlandi standing by his side."It's not like you can do this all by yourself!" she said incredulously, "You can't see, how are you going to know when the flames are just the right colour, or if a mixture is the right colour, or if the concentration is just right, it's not like you can see the colour indicators to tell how acidic or basic a solution becomes," she said pointing out several important things that required ones sight."Hump," Lirian snorted, "I don't need your help now get lost," he said with an air of arrogance."Fine," Izlandi snapped, feeling slightly insulted that Lirian refused her assistance, "But I'm watching from the side, and don't blame me for laughing at you when you mess this up," she said while clenching her small fists and she took some elegant steps to the side and sat on a chair against the wall.Lirian shrugged his shoulder not caring if she saw the whole process, even if she did it wasn't like she'd be able to do what he could, even if she had an identic memory it would take her life times of practice before she would be able to replicate what he was about to do.Lirian swivelled around on his chair and rolled around while clicking his tongue in a rhythm, and before long he picked up a set of knives and a few grinding bowls and got to work.Izlandi watched from the side as Lirian did the boring parts of alchemy, the preparation, it was usually a long and boring task, but she followed Lirian's every movement as he expertly cut up and ground up ingredients, in just a few minutes the first part of the preparations was complete.It was then that she saw Lirian move to her gas burner, of all her alchemical tools, that one was by far the most expensive.The gas tank itself was an enormous investment, enough to burn a hole in even her pocket, but the worst part was the gas that went into it, she had to place special orders with the merchants guild every few months, to get a full tank.As she looked at it starting to burn she couldn't help but start to count the amount of gold that was being burned for every minute the flame remained burning.She had tried to use flame spells instead of gas, but it took to much concentration to maintain a spell while working with delicate ingredients that could spoil in an instant if the flame went out of control.But to her delight and surprise, Lirian formed a ball of silver energy and brought it to the flame, in the next instant the ball of silver energy turned into a ball of flame which Lirian maintained with complete ease.Lirian started to release wisps of flame onto several of the ingredients, in no time at all the ingredients started to dry up, but at the same time they started to emit a potent smell.Once the smell reached Lirian's nose he smiled in satisfaction and grabbed several small metal tubes he requested, as well as the cauldrons.Izlandi was watching curiously wondering what Lirian was going to do with the tubes, when the intensity of the flame started to rapidly swell, and the air in the room became noticeably thinner with every second.Izlandi looked at Lirian and her eyes widen in horror as she saw what Lirian started to do, he focused his flame directly on a specific spot of the cauldron, and in just seconds that part of the cauldron became so hot that it started to glow and melt."What are you doing?" she shouted in horror as Lirian started to push one of the hollow metal pipes into the newly melted hole, the cauldron started to cool down visibly and the melted metal solidified around the tube."Just improving this crappy set up you have," Lirian said with droplets of sweat on his face, evidently pushing the flames to such a high temperature that it could melt a cauldron took its toll on him."Improving it!?" Izlandi cried out sceptically, "You just destroyed a cauldron worth ten gold," she cried out furiously, but to her horror Lirian didn't stop there, he proceeded to do the same thing to six of her precious cauldrons, joining them by a set of pipes, placed at odd angles.Izlandi felt like she would lose her mind but she gritted her teeth and continued to watch, hoping that there was a method to his madness.When Lirian was finally done he set up a couple of filters on the ends of the pipes, he filled the cauldrons with water and started to throw in certain ingredients into each of the cauldrons.Once more Lirian brought up the glowing ball of fire and split it into six thick tendrils of flame that spiralled around the cauldrons."He's control is even better than uncles," Izlandi muttered to herself in surprise, she had already expected Lirian's control to be great, but this was just out of this world.Each of the flames were moving to Lirian's flow, and what was even more unbelievable was the varying temperatures that she could feel coming from each of the flames.Before long the water in the cauldrons was boiling hot and bubbling, while releasing the combined smells of the ingredients that were placed into them.When that happened Lirian grabbed another hallowed pipe and connected it to a pipe that was elevated the highest from all the other pipes.As the two pipes melted together with Lirian's flames, Izlandi noticed a purple gas that was released in the process.Feeling curious she got up and gradually peeked into the cauldrons, aside from the thick steam, she could make out small amounts of gas that was passing through the filters on the pipes and traveling through each cauldron until it all came together at the point where Lirian placed the final tube.Then Lirian took one more cauldron and placed it at the exit of the last tube, and after watching it for a long time she realised that a single drop of a purple liquid was created after ten minutes.Izlandi looked on in amazement, it was alchemy like she had never seen before or even heard of, her uncle, done most of his alchemy practice in Blindwatch, one of the great cities, filled with countless cultivators and great teachers, yet he never spoke about alchemy being done in such a manner.Izlandi stepped back to her seat as she started to feel extremely lightheaded, she started to feel like she would run out of air at any moment.Izlandi didn't even realise it when she eventually fell unconscious, she decided not to leave the room because she remembered what Lirian said about the air ruining the potency of the product.When Izlandi woke up she noticed that the room was cool again, she looked to the cauldrons and saw that they were no longer emitting any steam, and in the centre she could see Lirian taking in deep breaths, with his hair and clothes shimmering with fresh sweat."Come here," she heard Lirian say just seconds after she blinked her eye's open.'How did he know I woke up?' she wondered in surprise, and slowly climbed to her feet.When she reached Lirian she could see traces of exhaustion all over his face, and on the table next to him she saw two tiny gleaming purple capsules, with a clear coating on them.The capsule was an extremely light purple when compared to the dark purple drops of liquid she saw earlier, she was certain that the liquid went through another batch of refinement to reach it's current colour."Give me your hand," Lirian said in a hoarse voice.Izlandi hesitated slightly to offer her hand, but she didn't dare to say to say no, as she noticed how weak he looked and simply offered him her hand.The moment she felt his soft skin against her hand, she involuntarily let out a soft moan, a sound that she never recalled making in her entire life.'This dreamy hunk of meat is holding my hand!' the elven blood in her started to rejoice, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate.But then something happened that made her entire body tremble, she felt the mana in her body start to move on it's own, she widen her eyes in terror and started to try taking back control."Stop fighting it," she heard Lirian furiously hiss, it was then that she realised that it was Lirian's doing he was taking control of her own mana, and she was powerless against it, she felt like she was completely at his mercy as he moved her mana around.Izlandi stopped fighting it and watched what Lirian was doing, if she felt a threat to her life she was prepared to yank her arm at any moment.She soon noticed two strange circles forming above her hand and looked at them curiously, wondering what use the two circles had.
