Chapter 98 Combustion Potion

Time flies by, and another two months have passed.

The gray sky is a bit gloomy. The Wizarding Academy is located in a canyon in the misty forest. The sunshine is scarce all year round, and the recent light rain makes it even more cold and windy.

Courtyard 172, in Byron's laboratory.

"Boil the Comorian fire mushroom with water, and then extract 15 grams of juice." On the workbench, Byron looked solemnly, looking at the experimental table in front of him, and at the same time he ordered Enzo: "Prepare 8 ml of red-toothed lizard." Blood, detoxify and pour into the container!”

"Understood!" Enzo replied.

He quickly picked up some Comorian fire mushrooms, boiled them in boiling water, and accurately extracted 15 grams of juice. Then he poured some red-toothed lizard blood from another clay pot for detoxification and purification. .

"Simax, Udoli."

As he uttered syllables one by one, Byron's eyes focused and his mental power turned into threads. After Enzo prepared the Comor Fire Mushroom and the Red-tusked Lizard Blood, he immediately turned on the candlestick to the maximum.

Black flames suddenly rose, licking the bottom of the beaker like a snake's kiss.

The orange-red liquid was rolling and bubbling. After adding the juice of the Komor fire mushroom, it became as viscous as magma, but the temperature dropped suddenly. Byron saw the right opportunity and decisively poured 8 ml of red-toothed lizard blood into it.

boom! Bah! !

A mushroom cloud-like red gas rose up, but then dispersed, and a disgusting pungent smell came out, spreading throughout the entire laboratory.

"Failed again?" Byron looked expressionless and dipped his finger in the beaker.

As the viscous red liquid was put into his mouth, Byron frowned, a confused look appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself in confusion.

"The amount of agave powder is just right, and the processing of the spiked cactus and red-toothed lizard blood is no problem, but why did the final result fail?"

"Could it be a dosage problem with the Comor Fire Mushroom?" Enzo asked tentatively.

"Probably not." Byron shook his head, poured the failed potion in the beaker into the trash can, and said with an ugly face, "I have experimented with Comor Fire Mushroom many times before, and 15 grams is the most appropriate dosage. "

"It seems we still need to continue the experiment." Enzo helplessly spread his palms.

In the two months since he became Byron's assistant, except for refining a few batches of low-level potions at the beginning, Enzo spent most of his time researching new potions with Byron.

The research on new potions has always been the most obsessed thing among potion masters.

Since having a concept in his mind five years ago, Byron has started countless experiments and devoted almost all his energy to the research of new potions. However, the new potion was temporarily named [Burning Potion]. But it has never been successful.

But this is not surprising. Even for a potion genius, the development of a new type of potion is bound to be accompanied by countless failures.

Rumor has it that the fourth-level wizard ‘Matildar’ who conquered the shadow world spent more than 200 years developing the [Sleepless Heart] potion!

"Forget it, let's put the matter of the new potion aside for now."

Byron shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Starting tomorrow, you will not come to the laboratory to report. The college has recently assigned me a mandatory task. I may be away for a few months. I will inform you when I come back."

"Oh? Are you going to perform a mandatory mission?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

"I received the notice yesterday." Byron looked helpless and shook his head. "Since I am a member of [Phantoms of Crows], I have to bear some responsibilities. However, the top management of the academy also knows that I am not good at fighting, so the tasks assigned are not dangerous. sex."

"Oh, that's good." Enzo nodded, understanding.

Although mandatory tasks are the responsibilities that every apprentice must bear, to the senior management of the academy, Byron is a potion genius once seen in a century, so there are special arrangements to prevent him from being put in danger.

After bidding farewell to Byron, Enzo leaves the laboratory.

"I have spent too much energy on potion research. My mandatory mission should still be three months away. During this period, I should seize the time to improve my strength!" He quickly returned to the dormitory. Before Enzo could enter the door, he heard someone following him. Say hello yourself.

"Hi, Enzo!" Jorah waved to Enzo.

He seemed to have just come back from outside. He was dressed in a dusty gray robe, his feet were stained with dirt, and a blood-stained thin sword hung around his waist, which made him look a bit nondescript.

"Are you out on a mission again?" Enzo looked at the other person up and down.

"Alas! There is no way." Jorah shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Everything in the academy requires magic stones. If you want to improve your strength, you have to take some risks. We are not like you, who work as assistants to Senior Byron." Make money."

Enzo chuckled and shook his head. What Jorah said was true. It would be difficult to study in a wizarding academy without a magic stone, and ordinary apprentices had no way to make money, so they could only take risks and perform tasks outside the academy.

During this time, Jorah formed a team with Bourne, Winnie and others and went out to perform missions many times.

Fortunately, they were lucky, and several missions were successful. Jorah also invited Enzo to join the team, but due to the work in the laboratory and the plans he made, Enzo could only refuse.

"So you just came back from outside?" Enzo asked.

"Hey, I just completed a patrol mission and earned 5 magic stones." Jorah was beaming with joy, gesturing with his hands, and said, "It was smooth along the way, but when we came back through the skinning forest, we encountered a few baby monsters. It took a lot of effort to deal with them!"

Enzo nodded slightly on the surface, but sighed secretly in his heart.

The patrol mission faces extremely high danger, but the reward is only 5 magic stones. If a team is evenly distributed, everyone will get little profit. Compared with this, the work of a potion assistant is simply heaven.

"By the way, Enzo, do you know the black market outside the academy?" Jorah suddenly looked around, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and said mysteriously, "I recently got a map on the black market. It is said to lead to an ancient ruins in the Second Age. Bourne and I plan to go on an adventure. Do you want to join us?"

"Ancient ruins?" Enzo was a little surprised and took the parchment handed by Jorah.

"Yes, that's the treasure left over from the Second Age!" Jorah's eyes were full of brilliance, and he said excitedly, "Let's form a team to explore. If we can find one or two treasures, we will be rich."

Enzo remained silent, staring at the parchment in his hand.

From the lines drawn on it, it is indeed a map. In a certain place marked with a red circle, it shows the address of an ancient ruins.

"Will the things bought on the black market be real?" Enzo was puzzled and ordered the chip to scan.

"Ding! Scanning target: suspected map, made of ordinary goat skin, without any trace of magic!"

"Sure enough, how could a map made of ordinary goat skin involve ancient ruins from the Second Age." Enzo shook his head helplessly, returned the parchment to Jorah, and asked, "How many magic stones did you spend on this map?"

"I spent 2 magic stones, what's wrong?" Jorah scratched his head.

"If a map has really been handed down from the Second Age to this day, how could it be made of ordinary sheepskin?" Enzo spread out his palms and said earnestly, "Next time you meet the person who sold you the map, remember to punch him hard in the face!"