The officer soon reached the door of the cell, and with a tooth-aching sound of keys rubbing against the keyhole, the officer walked straight into Greve's humble laboratory.

"Sir, how is it, the effect of this potion yesterday. Grave just glanced up at the officer, then turned around and continued to fiddle with the utensils in front of him.

"Haha, of course the effect goes without saying. A smile appeared on the officer's face: "It's really a rare refreshment." ”

Although Greve's attitude towards him is not so deferential, Greve is used to it, and it is inevitable that these weirdos who deal with strange herbs all day long will have such a personality.

Grave just knew from the officer's expression that the latter must have spent this **, and when he was configuring the potion, he also deliberately increased the dosage to make the effect more durable and violent, of course, this potion is very serious for the consumption of physical strength and energy.

"Sir, do you need to take another medicine today?" Grave whispered.

"Of course. The officer took out some wrapped herbs from his coat pocket: "Mr. Grave, can you get some medicine so that I won't be so tired when I'm done?" ”

The officer lowered his voice: "Can you get such a potion?"

Hearing the officer's words, Grave almost burst out laughing, he forcibly suppressed his laughter, coughed in a low voice, and pushed the utensils in front of him aside: "This potion, of course, there is, but it's quite complicated." You'll have to find a way to get me the materials. ”

"There really is!" The officer's eyes suddenly flashed, he was originally asking tentatively, but he didn't expect the alchemist to give a positive answer.

"Of course, we alchemists can do anything. Grave grinned, "Sir, if I can make you this potion, can you find a way to get me out of here?"

"This ...... I'm afraid it won't work. There was a look of embarrassment on the officer's face: "You also know that this is a decree issued by our lord, with my authority, it is good to be able to help you get such a separate cell, and no civilians have been released yet, your request can only make me embarrassed." ”

"Well, forget it, I don't know when this battle will be over. Grave's hand pressed on his temple: "Sir, you go and get me some drinks, as well as parchment and pens, it's a bit troublesome to make this potion, I need to write the ingredients on it for you, as for the drinks, it's purely my personal request, you can always get it for me, right?"

"That's fine. The officer patted his chest: "As long as you can get the potion out, I can find a way to get you even if it's a good wine from the Lord's Mansion." ”

"Good wine is not necessary, normal ale wine is fine, and I am used to drinking it. ”

Greve watched as the officer left the room, the footsteps fading away at the end of the cell's corridor, the smile on Greve's face slowly subsided, replaced by a frenzied and excited glint in his eyes.

Grave was not very afraid of war, he lived in the Deathfjord, wandered freely in every country, and when he heard that war was being called, he would immediately pack up his bed and leave.

It was in this refugee camp that he saw for the first time the horrors and madness of war.

Batches of refugees were driven out of the concentration camps, not freed, but sent to the front to be cannon fodder, and Greve, like these people, had been held in a small cell with dozens of people crammed into one room, and he had witnessed some of the children who might have just remembered, and even pregnant women, being kicked out by the rude soldiers, and even Greve, who had nothing but alchemy, was a little unbearable.

Even though he seemed safe and had the equipment to experiment with, Grave didn't want to stay here for a second.

Just before Grave came to the Roya Territory of the Duchy of Noah, he happened to learn a new recipe potion from an ancient book, which was definitely a recipe that he had never heard of before, and Grave was sure that even the most powerful alchemist in the continent could not be able to refine this potion, and this formula was only known to him.

Hurried footsteps soon came from the hallway, and the officer hurried to Greve's room with a high-necked wine bottle in one hand, a quill and parchment in the other, and a wrapped object under his rib.

"Mr. Grave, this is the fine ale you wanted, and this is the roast I brought. ”

The paper wrapped in the barbecue was still steaming, and the aroma of the barbecue diluted the smell of herbs around it. Grave grinned, spread out the parchment, and wrote his recipe on it.

The officer stood beside Greve, the muscles at the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching, the recipe for this physical potion was too troublesome, he couldn't see what words were on the parchment, but the complex ingredients had been written more than three lines.

"Okay, that's it, you see what's wrong, these materials, can you find a way to get them?" Grave handed over the parchment in his hand.

"Two grams of hyacinths, one ounce of sage, two grams of cow...... Niu ** ......" The officer wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand, and looked down slowly: "This, an ounce of dead man's heart, sir, are you sure you wrote it correctly?"

"That's right, it's the flesh of a dead man's heart. Grave said calmly: "Didn't there be a rebellion in the concentration camp two days ago? I remember a lot of corpses were piled up in the back of the concentration camp, you can find a way to get some, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this potion, and there are no side effects, it is not good for me to lie to you." ”

"Okay, I'll find a way to get it. The expression on the officer's face was a little unnatural, and Grave could clearly see the officer's Adam's apple sliding and swallowing saliva, and it was evident that the officer's body instinctively resisted at the thought of drinking so many disgusting things into his stomach in one go. However, because of the success of this potion yesterday, for his own "sexual happiness", the officer still walked out of the prison with parchment.

It wasn't until the officer was far away that Greif finally breathed a sigh of relief, he had been worried that his strange prescription would be suspected by the officer, and even gave up trying because of some of the seeping ingredients on it, but fortunately, this officer was a guy who could basically only think with his lower body, and the sperm was on his brain. If you want to talk about "Shadow of Exile" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~