Sean looked at Elf's strange expression and couldn't say anything wrong, but when he looked at Eve returning with a bunch of various materials, he ended the conversation between the two, because it was obvious that Sean was more interested in the process of making potions than the organs of these extraordinary creatures.

Eve saw Sean watching around the test bench and didn't say anything, but just picked one of the reagent bottles piled up with various liquids under the table and handed it to him: "Drink it." ”

The corner of Sean's eyes jumped at the green blackened liquid that Eve handed him in front of him, and he couldn't help but say, "This is the cultivator's potion?"

"Of course... No. Eve dragged her long nasal voice, glanced at Sean and said again, "It's just a potion to treat your injuries, Mr. One-armed." ”

One-armed man?

Well, normal heart, normal heart...

Sean, who had officially received his fourth nickname, kept reassuring himself in his mind, and at the same time took the bottle of potion and poured it with his eyes closed.

It's just as bad as Anna's blend.

Thinking of this, Sean couldn't help glaring at Eve, and said in a somewhat anxious tone: "By the way, Miss Eve, you don't seem to have asked about my injury, will there be any problems?"

Poof...

Eve, who was about to start preparing the potion, shook her little hand, and after glancing at Elf, who had been watching the play beside her, the two laughed out loud.

Especially Elf also quipped: "Sean, your reflex arc is too long, don't worry about drinking the dead, hahaha..."

Your reflex arc is too long.

Sean mocked the two with bad smiles in his heart, after all, there were too many new things he received that day, and he couldn't digest them for a while.

But I have to say that the potion that Eve let herself drink is really magical, in just a few seconds, even the bitterness in her mouth has not faded, and a strange heat wave boils in her body, especially the injured part is accompanied by bursts of numbness and itching, he knows that this is brought about by the rapid healing of the wound.

Feeling the crunch coming from the fractured right hand, Sean subconsciously clenched his fist, unbelievably he didn't feel the stinging sensation in his right hand because of the fracture, just a simple bottle of medicine made himself heal the injury that should have been cultivated for at least half a month.

It seems that this so-called potions master really deserves this title.

Sean, who was about to thank her, looked at Eve's expression of coming to praise me, thought about it and held back, turned to Elf and said, "Captain, the effect of this potion is really good. ”

"Nonsense, I'm also a third-order potions master. Eve looked at Sean, who didn't thank her, and showed half of her tiger teeth and said angrily: "In addition, this potion can only treat ordinary external injuries, which is rude." ”

“...”

Eve watched Sean remain silent as the captain pretended to be an expressionless passerby, then laughed again and began to prepare the potion.

"Lala, 300 ml of dew, wait for the water to boil..."

"5 drops of devil's vine juice, gurgling and sinking into the water..."

"7 pieces, 8 dropping grimace flowers, boiling and boiling are gone.."

...

"10 grams of black bark, ready to go. ”

Finally, with Eve's ugly tone, Sean looked at the less than 100 ml of green semi-solid ointment in the beaker in front of him, and there was an indescribable taste in his heart, after all, the thing first went from clear dew, gradually turned black, then boiled, calm, boiled, solidified, and finally faded to green.

"Captain, is it really okay?"

"I suppossibly, after all, I'm not the way of life. Elf gave Sean a relieved look, "Besides, you have to trust Miss Eve." ”

I'm afraid she'll poison me...

Even Sean, who didn't know these plants, thought that the devil vine and the grimace flower were good things when he heard the name.

However, looking at Eve's happy look, Sean still didn't say what he thought, and then asked Elf: "Then captain, doesn't it matter if I'm not a believer in the goddess of life?"

"Of course, after all, gods don't need believers, and believers need gods. ”

Sean looked at Elf, who didn't know what the expression was on his face, and couldn't figure out why he would say such strange things, after all, he remembered that he was a devout believer in the goddess of the night.

But sensing that the captain seemed reluctant to mention the matter, Eve had an impatient look on her face, so she reached out and took the potion from her hand.

"Concentrate and meditate. Elf looked at Sean, who was about to take the potion, and subconsciously reminded him, and raised his right hand that was flashing with an inexplicable light bracelet.

"Hmm. ”

For the captain's concern, Sean just nodded calmly, at this moment he had put aside other thoughts in his mind and was ready to officially step into the door of the mysterious world.

As the beaker got closer and closer to his mouth, a faint fragrance hit Sean's nose, which couldn't help but empty his mind and be peaceful.

It doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought.

After thinking about it, he raised his head and was about to take the potion, but something strange suddenly appeared, and the potion that had been solidified into a semi-solid ointment boiled violently again, and at the same time, an obvious force came out of the potion in the beaker, it wanted to stay away from Sean, and seemed unwilling to be swallowed.

"Smack. ”

The entire glass beaker exploded into countless shards, wrapped in blood from Sean's hands and scattered to the ground, leaving only six eyes in disbelief to look at the boiling and volatile liquid still floating in the air.

"Captain... This..."

Sean, who suddenly spoke, woke up the two of them in an instant, only to see Eve instantly take out a silver metal box from nowhere, and immediately pounced on the liquid that had gradually cooled into crystals in the air, and carefully put it into the box.

Elf walked up to Sean and asked with an embarrassed face, "Sean, you won't be a god outcast, will you?"

"God's Forsaken?"

"A person who has been abandoned by the gods, such a person is said to have the blood of an ancient god in his body. Saying that, Elf looked at Sean carefully and said, "No, I remember that you were once saved by the goddess of life, in other words, you can't be an outcast, but why didn't He choose you?"

Hearing this, Sean didn't even have time to ask about the ancient gods, so he frowned anxiously and asked, "Then what should I do, captain, try again?"

"Mr. Sean, your current credit can only be exchanged for a potion, and this is your credit for solving Terry. Elf looked at Sean as he was about to continue trying other potions, and couldn't help but pour cold water and said, "However, you can also exchange the black-gray crystal you took from your little girlfriend for a potion." ”

"Crystals?" This time Sean didn't refute Elf's words, and his face changed, because he had seen a similar crystal just now, but the color was different.

Elf looked at Sean's ugly face and nodded, "As you can imagine, that crystal is the main ingredient of the potion, except that it has been completely dissected from the body of an extraordinary creature, and the one you saw before is used in the eyeballs and flesh blocks. ”

"Does that mean that when a magician dies, he will resolve the crystals of his path?" said Sean, pulling out the black-gray crystals from his pocket that exuded deadly allure at all times.

"Yes, but it's not just magicians, anything with extraordinary powers can be parsed, whether it's a creature or not. ”

"Is this really a gift from the gods?" said Sean in a calm tone as he stared at the gem that he was tempting to swallow.

Elf didn't react when he heard Sean's blasphemous words, but just snatched the crystal from Sean's hand to prevent him from immersing himself in it at once.

Looking at him as he regained his composure, Elf spoke: "So potions are not so much the keys for mortals to open the door to the mysterious world, but rather that we are nothing more than containers for potions to survive in the world. ”

Containers?

Sean's mind was filled with these two words, and he looked at Elf with confusion, only to find that he had fallen asleep in a chair for some reason.

"Captain, then use the dream divination to suit your path. Perhaps looking at Sean, who looked puzzled, Eve, who hadn't spoken for a long time, opened her mouth to explain, and it was rare that there were no strange words added to her words.

"Dream divination, what is the way of the captain?"

"Night Pathway, Fourth Order, Nightmare. ”

Incubus?

When Sean heard the name, a look of annoyance appeared on his face, and he finally understood why he saw Elf's terrible face in his dream that day, and it was not surprising that it was just to scare himself, maybe Mr. Terry's murderous ritual, which was necessary for him to pass the promotion.

After a moment, Elf opened his eyes with a pale face, looked at Sean with an embarrassed face, and said, "The results of divination show that only order and the path of death are suitable for you, especially death. ”

"Death?" Sean repeated, honestly rejecting the path, Mr. Terry's unusual appearance and fear of sunlight, and the bloody ritual of his deduced death path.

Thinking of this, Sean looked at Elf and asked, "Captain, will I choose the path of death to become like Mr. Terry, afraid of the sun, have a rotten appearance, and need to complete the ritual promotion through bloody killings?"

"Ritual?" Elf, who had recovered his breath, shook his head at Sean and said, "No, you chose the path of death instead of the death path of the Church of the End, they are similar but fundamentally different. ”

"The Church of the End?"

"A group of madmen who believe in the ancient gods, the common enemies of our five societies. ”

Sean had never seen such a look of hatred and anger on the mild-looking captain, so he once again put the inquiry about the "Old Gods" to the future, and shifted the conversation to the path of death.

"Captain, what is the first order of the death path?"

"Spirits. After speaking, Elf, whose face had returned to calm, raised the black gem in his hand and asked solemnly again: "Mr. Sean, are you really ready to become a true guardian?"