"It's so much harder than I thought!"

Charles looked at the spiritual power awakening potion that was gradually forming in front of him, and his mood was slightly unhappy.

Maybe it was because he was not in a good mood today that he was not very lucky, and he tried to produce three spiritual power induction potions in a row, but only got one finished product that was barely of qualified quality, and the other two failed.

A success rate of 1 in 3 is definitely quite an excellent standard in the industry, but for Shire, who are accustomed to controlling perfect quality at will, it is a complete failure.

A junior pharmacist is qualified to prepare a fourth-level pharmacist, and Charles thinks that he has touched the threshold of an intermediate pharmacist, and perfect quality is not a problem.

After all, more than a month ago, Charles easily prepared the awakening potion of the real assassin system, and at that time he thought that he could become an intermediate pharmacist as long as he practiced with high-level materials, but now it seems that he was probably out of shit luck at that time.

"How did you get lucky last time?"

Charles is also a four-person talent who has received modern higher education, and naturally knows that "luck" is a comprehensive product of all the correct factors of many factors, and as long as the correct choice of all factors is analyzed, the phenomenon of "luck" can be replicated many times.

The last time the charr prepared the Assassin system's spiritual power awakening potion, it was in absolute darkness, and the preparation of the potion was completed in accordance with the detailed preparation steps given by Her Majesty the Queen, and the two key points were the absolute dark preparation environment and the precise ingredient ratio.

The ingredient ratio has been tested with an antique microscope, but what is lacking now is the preparation environment?

"Darkness, light, and the Assassin system are aliens who wander on the edge of darkness and light, so a warrior should be a knight who insists on justice in the light. ”

Xia Er thought about it, thinking that maybe the environment for dispensing the potion was not right this time, he looked at the deep night outside the window, and began to pack up the spiritual power materials that he had prepared for a long time with some helplessness, planning to try it tomorrow when the sun was at its strongest at noon.

But halfway through the packing, a bright light flashed through Charles's mind, and a bold idea came to him.

"In the light environment, I have the power of light in my body? Doesn't that stardust have the power of light at the level of a true god? I can also control the light of the gods, if I add this factor"

Once he had an idea, he couldn't resist the desire to try, and Charles quickly covered the windows, door cracks, and skylights of the entire potion laboratory with curtains, turning it into an opaque space.

A faint light emanated from Charles's body, and he controlled the brightness of the light, not bright enough, but pure enough, and the potion laboratory was filled with a mild, pure white light.

"Seven drops of the stamen solution of the Pink Spirit Flower, three drops of the powder solution of the high-quality Spirit Milky Stone, six drops of the heart solution of the six-legged brute, and two drops of the essence blood of the pure-blooded North Sea War Horse"

Charles reminded himself in a low voice, quickly mixing the spiritual power liquid together according to the steps and proportions he had figured out, and then keenly sensed the changes.

When the spiritual power solution mixed together reacts with each other, it will absorb a small amount of light power around it, although the trace amount is almost imperceptible, but these light power are closely related to Charles, and they have not escaped his perception after all.

The spiritual power solutions of different colors slowly ended their mutual reactions, turning into a pure brown-yellow liquid with a slight light in it, which danced gently in Charles's perception.

"Perfect quality, that's it!"

Charles brought the synthesized spiritual power induction potion to his eyes, and faintly said a self-pretending.

The southern outskirts of Nasser are semi-hilly and are famous agricultural areas near Nasser.

Manors and farmsteads dot the small plains between the hills, and every autumn harvest presents a solid idyllic scene.

However, the area is famous not because of its abundance of food, but because it is suitable for hunting.

The upper class on the mainland has the habit of hunting, and every year there is a special hunting season, and Mrs., Mr., and Miss all ride horses and carry guns, gallop on the fields to hunt foxes, and enjoy the desire to kill that has been parasitic on human bodies since primitive times.

If a rich or aristocrat does not have his own estate on the outskirts of Nasser, then he is not even qualified to enter high society, because the hunting season is a very important way of communication among the upper class, and the hunting invitation of some big people is actually equivalent to proof of the entry of high society.

Therefore, the estates on the outskirts of Nasser have always had a price, and as long as any of the losers are put up for sale, those rich and rural aristocrats who want to move to Nasser from other places will rush to buy them at a premium with a tinkling money bag.

The estates near the river and the hills were not for sale, and were largely occupied by the most prominent figures in the city of Nasser, which were used as banquet venues for friends and guests during the hunting season.

The Shire has a large estate with a large area and a great location, and the Chevalier family has been glorious in Florence for hundreds of years, although it has declined rapidly in the past 20 years, it still has a lot of legacy.

Of course, if Charles Chevalier had not been replaced by the current Charles, this manor might have been repaid at a high price to repay the debt of the forty or fifty thousand louis.

In winter, there is little work in the manor, and most of the manor is very deserted in the absence of the owner, and the tenants and long-term workers in it can sleep a lot, lie in the warm bed until noon, and save some food by the way.

The exception to this manor is the Shire, which has not stopped since the late autumn when a group of young knights moved in.

One knight with two servants, dozens of knights brought hundreds of floating population, each of whom was a swaggering young boy, looking for an outlet for venting everywhere, hunting, training, looking for girls, and not tossing every day to exhaust the task.

It's just that Charles had warned them when he let them live in, they were not allowed to take people's things at will, and they were not allowed to force others to do anything, anyway, they were all rich people with dead fathers, and they could buy whatever they liked.

As the New Year approached, some knights could not bear the constraints and loneliness here, and returned to their hometown in Lorraine to serve as a powerful man, and the remaining knights gradually became a little discouraged, because they had not seen the lord for so long, and even Miss Olive had only come to see them once.

In the beginning, they all responded to Olive to gather under her command, and at that time they all thought that Olive was the next person at the helm of Chevalier, so they treated Olive with more respect than Charles.

But as the legend of the Charr has been dissipated, they have come to realize that Chevalier is still in charge of the Count of Bayonne, and that Miss Olive is only the second principal.

When the New Year came, and Charles and Olive didn't show up, they really panicked, and they all thought that the lord was extremely dissatisfied with their performance some time ago, so they ignored them.

But just this morning, the Great Butler Roy spread the inexplicable news that the Lord Lord would be distributing New Year's gifts to the loyal knights who remained under the lord's command today.

Are New Year's gifts still distributed after the New Year?

All of a sudden, the young knights had one or another thought.

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