At six o'clock in the morning, Moriarty lay quietly on her back on her bed, her eyes closed. Haiyuna sat haggard on a low stool at the head of the bed, holding a warm and damp handkerchief in her hand, and from time to time gently reached out to wipe away the fine sweat oozing from her forehead for her lover. On Moriarty's chest, a slightly bloodstained bandage wrapped tightly around his ribs.

"Moti—" Hayuna looked at the sleeping Morati, her eyes reddening.

In the early hours of this morning, in the midst of Moriarty's last kosa solution, the accident happened again. Due to improper heating operations, the test tube filled with the mixture of kikowort exploded. Although such accidents have happened many times before, this time, whether it was a coincidence or bad luck, the fragments of the broken test tube directly broke the outer wall of the furnace, which in turn caused a second, larger chain explosion. Moriarty, on the other hand, was directly hit in the ribs by flying "shrapnel" because he was too close to the center of the accident. Fortunately, there was not much fuel left in the furnace, so the most terrible deflagration accident did not occur.

When Hayura rushed back at the sound of a loud noise, she found Moriarty trying to get up from the debris-covered floor, one hand covering her ribs, thin blood pouring from her fingers. Seeing this, Haiyuna immediately stepped forward to support Moriarty and moved her to the side, quickly examining the wound.

Fortunately, despite the unexpected attack, Moriarty's actual injuries were not too severe. Except for a finger-long and half-inch-deep cut at the edge of his left rib by a sharp shard, only the two fingers of his right hand were slightly bruised by the support he had received from the fall.

"What time is it?" Just as the black-haired girl was thinking about her lover's injury and was a little distracted, suddenly Moriarty slowly opened her eyes and asked softly.

"Ah, Morty, you're awake! That's great! As soon as Moriarty woke up, Haiyana couldn't help but exclaim, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled, dripping down like pearls of broken threads.

"Don't cry, I'm fine." Moriarty looked at the pear blossom with rain on the sea, smiled slightly, and stretched out her right hand to caress the girl's cheek and wipe away her tears. However, such a gesture seemed to tug at his wound and make his brow furrow.

"Morty, don't move yet." Seeing Moriarty's slightly painful expression, Haiyuna quickly took his hand and said, "Although the healing potion has helped your wounds reunite, it still can't fully heal at once. ”

"Yes." Moriarty closed his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he felt that a cool energy in his chest and ribs was constantly seeping into his body, and the pain of the wound was slowly relieved by the repair of this energy.

"I'll go get you some food and hot water, and you lie down and don't move." With that, Haiyana stood up and hurried out of the workshop.

About ten minutes later, Kaiyuna returned with a plate of food. On the plate is a portion of oatmeal with warm milk, a few slices of white bread, a serving of jam and a glass of warm water.

With Haiyna's help, Moriarty slowly sat up from the bed. After rinsing her mouth with warm water, Moriarty picked up the bowl of oatmeal porridge and ate it slowly. Hayina, on the other hand, sat next to her and spread the jam evenly on the slices of bread with a knife.

"How long will it take for my injuries to heal?" After drinking most of the bowl of semi-liquid milk oatmeal, Moriarty immediately felt a shock in his spirit, and the strength in his body continued to recover.

"It's going to take three days if I'm cured, but I'll be able to get out of bed and walk around tomorrow." Haiyuna handed the jam-sladen bread to Moriarty and said, "Daddy said that." ”

"Uncle has been here too?" Hearing that it had alarmed Schmidt, Moriarty was slightly stunned before taking the bread. …,

"Well, you're hurt, and I'm very worried, so I asked my dad to come and take a look." Haiyuna lowered her head and said softly.

"Hehe, thank you, Haiyna." Moriarty smiled faintly and reached out to lift the girl's round jaw.

"Hurry up and eat." Not yet accustomed to Moriarty's slightly intimate gesture, Hayna's cheeks quickly turned crimson.

"Did Uncle say anything else?" Moriarty had no intention of teasing the other party, tearing off a corner of the bread and putting it in his mouth, where a mixture of fresh orange and mellow wheat immediately jumped in his mouth.

"Dad just said to let you have a good rest these days. Other than that... The other thing is that when you get better, Dad wants to see you once. ”

"Uncle wants to see me?" Moriarty glanced at Hayina.

Since the contract came into effect, Moriarty has not seen Schmidt for more than half a year. It seems that his alchemy accident this time has made His Excellency the Intermediate Mage have some ideas.

"Okay, please tell my uncle that I will visit him tomorrow morning." Moriarty gulped down the bread and said.

"But if you go tomorrow, you're hurt—" Hayyna was still worried about Moriarty's injury.

"It's okay, didn't you also say that I can get out of bed tomorrow and move?"

That's the magic of magic. Perhaps, compared with the technology of the earth, there are still limitations and deficiencies in magic in many places, such as popularity, practicality, and basic use. But in other areas, magic has a great power that technology can't reach. For example, if Moriarty's injury this time is based on geomedical technology, no matter how fast it is, I am afraid it will take about a week for the wound to grow; And I am afraid it will take more than a month to recover. However, after using a healing potion, Moriarty was able to return to his normal state within three days. This is the embodiment of the greatness of magic.

"Okay." At Moriarty's insistence, Hayruna agreed to convey to her father a request to see her tomorrow, but the maiden immediately added, "At least, you must rest in bed all day today!" This could not be more ambiguous! ”

"Okay." Moriarty looked at Kaiyurna, who had a stern face, and smiled and agreed.

At noon, Hayona brought back news for Moriarty, and Schmidt agreed to summon him the next morning. And in this regard, Moriarty is also quite excited.

At nine o'clock in the morning of the next day, Moriarty changed into a new set of overalls after careful bathing and went to the main floor of the tower where Schmidt was. When he stepped out of the teleportation array, he saw Schmidt, also dressed in standard studio uniforms, standing in front of the large test bench waiting for him. On the test bench, a set of alchemical equipment and sixteen sets of raw materials that were neatly arranged in different categories were ready.

"Brute Force Potion?" At a glance, Moriarty could see that a qiē on the test bench was the alchemical tools and materials necessary to refine the brute force potion.

"I'll only do it once. Look carefully. Seeing Moriarty appear, Schmidt didn't wait for the other party to salute, so he said directly, and then took a step forward and lit the furnace on the test bench. The type of furnace is the same type that injured Moriarty's ribs in the chest by the explosion in the early hours of yesterday morning.

Moriarty, who had already understood what Schmidt meant, said no more, and immediately stepped forward to the nearest place, watching intently the mid-level mage's every move.

Being able to observe His Excellency Schmidt's alchemy operation on the spot, if such a thing is revealed, I am afraid that it will immediately attract countless envy and jealousy from the outside world. Even the three mage assistants in Schmidt's workshop, who had worked for the tower master for so many years, had never received such a valuable learning opportunity. …,

However, Moriarty did not have the heart or time to think about the thoughts of other mages, and he had to firmly grasp the precious opportunity. Moriarty even guessed that if he hadn't seen himself injured as a result of the test, Uncle Schmidt, who had always been stern, would not have given himself such a "small stove".

In front of the large test bench, Schmidt was expressionless.

From the moment the furnace was lit, His Excellency the Intermediate Mage entered into a special state of work. At this moment, the world in his eyes has been divided in two. Bounded by a large test bench; Outside the borders, temporarily hidden; Within the boundary, there is a plane that belongs to him alone.

The same screening of raw materials, the same distillation of solutions, the same stirring, the same cooling... Moriarty silently watched Schmidt's textbook-like alchemy operation, remembering it in his heart, and at the same time comparing it with his own movements.

About ten minutes later, when Schmidt put the last extract of "Burning Daisy" into the test tube, a faint light lit up immediately. Then, the liquid in the test tube fluctuated violently as if it were boiling. After half a minute, the fluctuations subsided, and the liquid had turned a clear and transparent reddish color, without a trace of impurities.

He took a special wooden stopper, sealed the mouth of the test tube, and Schmidt threw the brute force potion directly at Moriarty.

"Smack." Gently catching the tube accurately, Moriarty bowed gently to Schmidt.

When the palm of the hand was opened, there was still a trace of alchemy on the test tube; Moriarty stared at the pale red potion inside the transparent wall, her heart filled with admiration. In just ten minutes, a brute force potion with a market value of at least twenty gold coins was born in front of his eyes. He didn't even have to taste it, just looking at the potion in his hand, Moriarty could confirm that it was a top-quality brute force potion.

"Now, what do you think?" At this moment, Schmidt's voice sounded again.