Chapter 385: Concocting Potion
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Chapter 385 Concocting Potion
In the kitchen of Zhen's cottage, Ambrose stood in front of the kitchen counter with the required ingredients for Soul Healing potion placed in front of him.
Zhen sat in the living room's wooden chair and looked at the scene in the kitchen with a patient expression.
"You may begin." He said.
Ambrose nodded and snatched the bottle of water from the counter. He opened the cork and poured about 1 liter into the cauldron.
As the water dropped to the bottom of the cauldron, quite a few of the waterdrops splattered across the walls of the cauldron. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
After that, he moved onto the second bottle.
It was the bottle with the petals of the Flower Guardian flower inside.
This time, he used pinchers, which he found in the drawer, and carefully dropped four glowing petals down on the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
As the four petals fell on the water, they sank a little bit under the surface and got soaked. It caused them to become slightly heavier and, thus, didn't resurface anymore.
The color of the water turned very dark, almost resembling blackness.
Ambrose put the pinchers down on the kitchen counter, wiped his sweat with the napkin, and took the bottle of crying souls inside.
'Why am I feeling exhausted?' He shook his head as, for some reason, his eyes turned blurry.
After shaking his head, Ambrose carefully opened the bottle and slowly tipped the edge towards the cauldron.
The transparent liquid, in the form of the tears, started to slowly sneak closer to the edge.
As the first tear was about to fall, Ambrose's hand slightly shook because of the strange exhaustion, and more than one tear fell.
"Shit!" He cursed, and he saw three splashes at the bottom of the cauldron.
In that moment, three different sobbing noises mixed with each other and echoed like inside a tunnel.
Instead of dropping just one tear, he accidentally dropped three.
'Fuck, does that matter though?' Ambrose put the bottle aside and wiped his sweat. 'It should be more potent now, no? Ugh, I don't fucking know; I am not a potion maker.'
After that, he dropped some of the crunched dead bone on the chopping board, used his fist to pound it into a powder-like substance, and then scattered it across the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
After that, he grabbed the bottle with the captured crimson light inside and pointed it towards the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
However, no light flew out of the bottle. It didn't seem to work like it did with Zhen.
Ambrose nodded thoughtfully with his arms crossed.
"After that, do not use your fists to crush the dead bone. You added some of your own 'life energy' into those dead bones, which transferred them into half-living bones, such as zombies.
"That's why I told you to gather bones from corpses, not from zombies. Also, you need to calculate the 100 grams of crunched dead bone accurately.
"You dropped nearly 200 grams, and you would think that it makes it more potent, but it doesn't. If the Soul Healing potion is far too potent, it will cause more damage than heal."
"Makes sense." Ambrose nodded.
"And lastly, you poured all of the crimson light." Zhen took the empty bottle that was still warm after the crimson light.
"Once the water turns purple, you know when you've poured enough crimson light, but since you failed beforehand, the color was already wrong, so it was impossible to calculate.
"Also, you were clearly struggling to control it..."
"How can you control it? You never told me how." Ambrose asked with a slight hint of saltiness.
He felt like he was tricked into failure.
"You need to communicate it. Imagine as if you are talking to the light, and then just concentrate it on the cauldron." Zhen said. "That needs learning."
Ambrose nodded.
At that moment, Zhen poured the whole potion down the sink and washed the cauldron clean.
"I can give you some instructions on how you can continue learning to concoct potions. I can't do it personally, as tonight you'll enter the Room of Damnation."
"Right, it's happening today already." Ambrose took a deep breath and walked over to the window, from where he looked over to the far-away burning blacksmith store.
It was still exploding loudly, and most of the townsfolk looked sleepy as they couldn't sleep because of the exploding noises.
"By the way, here." Zhen walked over to him and took out a potion flask from a shelf.
"This is the potion I made yesterday, you will find a use for this soon."
"Oh, thank you." Ambrose accepted it with a smile and placed it in his inventory. "I'll need it in the Room of Damnation, right?"
"Yes," Zhen said. "The Wisdom King gave his approval, allowing me to give this. However, this is the only potion you are allowed to use there.
"Use it wisely."
"I will," Ambrose said.
"The Wisdom King is expecting you in the temple tonight. Prepare your things before that, and be ready when it's time.
"You are not allowed to stop once you enter that place."
"Mm, all right." Ambrose nodded.
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Chapter 385 Concocting Potion
In the kitchen of Zhen's cottage, Ambrose stood in front of the kitchen counter with the required ingredients for Soul Healing potion placed in front of him.
Zhen sat in the living room's wooden chair and looked at the scene in the kitchen with a patient expression.
"You may begin." He said.
Ambrose nodded and snatched the bottle of water from the counter. He opened the cork and poured about 1 liter into the cauldron.
As the water dropped to the bottom of the cauldron, quite a few of the waterdrops splattered across the walls of the cauldron. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
After that, he moved onto the second bottle.
It was the bottle with the petals of the Flower Guardian flower inside.
This time, he used pinchers, which he found in the drawer, and carefully dropped four glowing petals down on the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
As the four petals fell on the water, they sank a little bit under the surface and got soaked. It caused them to become slightly heavier and, thus, didn't resurface anymore.
The color of the water turned very dark, almost resembling blackness.
Ambrose put the pinchers down on the kitchen counter, wiped his sweat with the napkin, and took the bottle of crying souls inside.
'Why am I feeling exhausted?' He shook his head as, for some reason, his eyes turned blurry.
After shaking his head, Ambrose carefully opened the bottle and slowly tipped the edge towards the cauldron.
The transparent liquid, in the form of the tears, started to slowly sneak closer to the edge.
As the first tear was about to fall, Ambrose's hand slightly shook because of the strange exhaustion, and more than one tear fell.
"Shit!" He cursed, and he saw three splashes at the bottom of the cauldron.
In that moment, three different sobbing noises mixed with each other and echoed like inside a tunnel.
Instead of dropping just one tear, he accidentally dropped three.
'Fuck, does that matter though?' Ambrose put the bottle aside and wiped his sweat. 'It should be more potent now, no? Ugh, I don't fucking know; I am not a potion maker.'
After that, he dropped some of the crunched dead bone on the chopping board, used his fist to pound it into a powder-like substance, and then scattered it across the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
After that, he grabbed the bottle with the captured crimson light inside and pointed it towards the water at the bottom of the cauldron.
However, no light flew out of the bottle. It didn't seem to work like it did with Zhen.
Ambrose nodded thoughtfully with his arms crossed.
"After that, do not use your fists to crush the dead bone. You added some of your own 'life energy' into those dead bones, which transferred them into half-living bones, such as zombies.
"That's why I told you to gather bones from corpses, not from zombies. Also, you need to calculate the 100 grams of crunched dead bone accurately.
"You dropped nearly 200 grams, and you would think that it makes it more potent, but it doesn't. If the Soul Healing potion is far too potent, it will cause more damage than heal."
"Makes sense." Ambrose nodded.
"And lastly, you poured all of the crimson light." Zhen took the empty bottle that was still warm after the crimson light.
"Once the water turns purple, you know when you've poured enough crimson light, but since you failed beforehand, the color was already wrong, so it was impossible to calculate.
"Also, you were clearly struggling to control it..."
"How can you control it? You never told me how." Ambrose asked with a slight hint of saltiness.
He felt like he was tricked into failure.
"You need to communicate it. Imagine as if you are talking to the light, and then just concentrate it on the cauldron." Zhen said. "That needs learning."
Ambrose nodded.
At that moment, Zhen poured the whole potion down the sink and washed the cauldron clean.
"I can give you some instructions on how you can continue learning to concoct potions. I can't do it personally, as tonight you'll enter the Room of Damnation."
"Right, it's happening today already." Ambrose took a deep breath and walked over to the window, from where he looked over to the far-away burning blacksmith store.
It was still exploding loudly, and most of the townsfolk looked sleepy as they couldn't sleep because of the exploding noises.
"By the way, here." Zhen walked over to him and took out a potion flask from a shelf.
"This is the potion I made yesterday, you will find a use for this soon."
"Oh, thank you." Ambrose accepted it with a smile and placed it in his inventory. "I'll need it in the Room of Damnation, right?"
"Yes," Zhen said. "The Wisdom King gave his approval, allowing me to give this. However, this is the only potion you are allowed to use there.
"Use it wisely."
"I will," Ambrose said.
"The Wisdom King is expecting you in the temple tonight. Prepare your things before that, and be ready when it's time.
"You are not allowed to stop once you enter that place."
"Mm, all right." Ambrose nodded.
Chapter 385 Concocting Potion In the kitchen of Zhen's cottage, Ambrose stood in front of the kitchen counter with the required ingredients for Soul Healing potion placed in front of him. Zhen sat in the living room's wooden chair and looked at the scene in the kitchen with a patient expression. "You may begin." He said. Ambrose nodded and snatched the bottle of water from the counter. He opened the cork and poured about 1 liter into the cauldron. As the water dropped to the bottom of the cauldron, quite a few of the waterdrops splattered across the walls of the cauldron. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbinAfter that, he moved onto the second bottle. It was the bottle with the petals of the Flower Guardian flower inside. This time, he used pinchers, which he found in the drawer, and carefully dropped four glowing petals down on the water at the bottom of the cauldron. As the four petals fell on the water, they sank a little bit under the surface and got soaked. It caused them to become slightly heavier and, thus, didn't resurface anymore. The color of the water turned very dark, almost resembling blackness. Ambrose put the pinchers down on the kitchen counter, wiped his sweat with the napkin, and took the bottle of crying souls inside. 'Why am I feeling exhausted?' He shook his head as, for some reason, his eyes turned blurry. After shaking his head, Ambrose carefully opened the bottle and slowly tipped the edge towards the cauldron. The transparent liquid, in the form of the tears, started to slowly sneak closer to the edge. As the first tear was about to fall, Ambrose's hand slightly shook because of the strange exhaustion, and more than one tear fell. "Shit!" He cursed, and he saw three splashes at the bottom of the cauldron. In that moment, three different sobbing noises mixed with each other and echoed like inside a tunnel. Instead of dropping just one tear, he accidentally dropped three. 'Fuck, does that matter though?' Ambrose put the bottle aside and wiped his sweat. 'It should be more potent now, no? Ugh, I don't fucking know; I am not a potion maker.' After that, he dropped some of the crunched dead bone on the chopping board, used his fist to pound it into a powder-like substance, and then scattered it across the water at the bottom of the cauldron. After that, he grabbed the bottle with the captured crimson light inside and pointed it towards the water at the bottom of the cauldron. However, no light flew out of the bottle. It didn't seem to work like it did with Zhen. Ambrose nodded thoughtfully with his arms crossed. "After that, do not use your fists to crush the dead bone. You added some of your own 'life energy' into those dead bones, which transferred them into half-living bones, such as zombies. "That's why I told you to gather bones from corpses, not from zombies. Also, you need to calculate the 100 grams of crunched dead bone accurately. "You dropped nearly 200 grams, and you would think that it makes it more potent, but it doesn't. If the Soul Healing potion is far too potent, it will cause more damage than heal." "Makes sense." Ambrose nodded. "And lastly, you poured all of the crimson light." Zhen took the empty bottle that was still warm after the crimson light. "Once the water turns purple, you know when you've poured enough crimson light, but since you failed beforehand, the color was already wrong, so it was impossible to calculate. "Also, you were clearly struggling to control it..." "How can you control it? You never told me how." Ambrose asked with a slight hint of saltiness. He felt like he was tricked into failure. "You need to communicate it. Imagine as if you are talking to the light, and then just concentrate it on the cauldron." Zhen said. "That needs learning." Ambrose nodded. At that moment, Zhen poured the whole potion down the sink and washed the cauldron clean. "I can give you some instructions on how you can continue learning to concoct potions. I can't do it personally, as tonight you'll enter the Room of Damnation." "Right, it's happening today already." Ambrose took a deep breath and walked over to the window, from where he looked over to the far-away burning blacksmith store. It was still exploding loudly, and most of the townsfolk looked sleepy as they couldn't sleep because of the exploding noises. "By the way, here." Zhen walked over to him and took out a potion flask from a shelf. "This is the potion I made yesterday, you will find a use for this soon." "Oh, thank you." Ambrose accepted it with a smile and placed it in his inventory. "I'll need it in the Room of Damnation, right?" "Yes," Zhen said. "The Wisdom King gave his approval, allowing me to give this. However, this is the only potion you are allowed to use there. "Use it wisely." "I will," Ambrose said. "The Wisdom King is expecting you in the temple tonight. Prepare your things before that, and be ready when it's time. "You are not allowed to stop once you enter that place." "Mm, all right." Ambrose nodded.
