"Is this really the water of life?" Barbara, wrapped in a pale gray bathrobe and holding a transparent crystal bottle in her hand, her voice trembled slightly, not realizing that the bathrobe in her left hand had slipped down a palm, and the lord's gaze had already penetrated under the bathrobe.

"Not sure," Merlin spread his hands, swallowed a large gulp of saliva, and then said silently, "a man who has escaped from low tastes, a man of noble character......

"What are you talking about?"

"What I want to say is, whether this thing is water of life or not, you know better than me!"

The crystal bottle swayed gently in Barbara's hand, and the blue liquid climbed down the smooth crystal wall like a mischievous tadpole, crawling halfway up and then falling to the bottom of the crystal bottle.

Barbara's heart was pounding, it was the crystallization of the legendary Tree of Life, which had become a rarity since the fall of the Elven Empire and the destruction of the Tree of Life. Of course, when the Tree of Life still existed, the Water of Life was not such an easy magic item to obtain, because the Elven Empire was not a very friendly existence to humans.

Barbara had seen information about the Elven Empire in the library of the Apocalypse Academy, and the water of life was a magical item that was said to have a powerful vitality and could bring the dead back to life in the hands of the priests of the church. They are also a precious potion for spellcasters, and legend has it that a single drop can replenish the mana consumed in battle. And there is also a high chance of breaking through the limit of the level. The eaux-de-vie are also essential for many magical potions.

"I can try it, but it might cost a precious drop!"

"You're kidding!" Merlin wondered if he had misheard, Barbara was using the word precious, although there were only six drops in the crystal bottle, but this was only the amount of water of life that the griffon had purified in a day, and this was still purified from the stream, if it was estimated according to the flow of the entire sweet spring, Merlin could be sure that he could have almost fifty drops of water of life per day, that is, almost forty drops of water of life were poured into the land of Ashhearth every day.

For Merlin, this thing is not a precious thing at all, but this is normal, because he is a knight, and it is natural that he does not understand the value of magical items.

"I know that's a bit excessive, but there's nothing I can do about anything else. Barbara's face turned a little ugly.

"No, no, you don't quite understand what I mean," Merlin felt a little unable to keep up with the caster's rhythm, "A drop may not be sure if this is the water of life or not, the contents of this crystal bottle are yours." ”

"It's all mine!" Barbara couldn't believe her ears, "it's all mine!"

"Yes, it's all Ms. Barbara's, but it's important to be quick to make sure if this thing is really eaux-de-vie. Merlin smiled playfully, he was glad that he had the initiative again, "I want to find out the true identity of this thing, and now I need to find out, you know that I am a knight, and I am not very good at these magic items." But you're going to have to give me back this crystal bottle, it's hard to find. ”

Barbara opened the crystal bottle and poured a drop of blue liquid into her mouth in front of Merlin. She poured only one drop, not much at all, no less at all, and then quickly closed the lid of the crystal bottle.

"How's that?" Merlin was curious, this blue liquid was the taste of life, the caster was really different from ordinary people, at least Merlin didn't have the courage to pour this beautiful liquid into his mouth.

It's hard for Barbara to describe the feeling of the water of life coming into her mouth, it was like a drop of rain falling into the parched land, and Barbara was a beetle on the parched land, and while she was struggling on the parched land, she was hit in the head by a drop of rain about the size of herself, and then rolled on the ground, dizzy.

Pooh, it seems that something has become different, as if it has passed through a thin layer of soap bubbles.

"Yes, this is the water of life," Barbara laughed happily, smiling very happily, "One more drop, and I should break through to the Three-Ring Caster." Barbara couldn't wait to reopen the crystal bottle. However, her hand was held by Merlin.

"I don't have any other consciousness," Merlin sensed the caster's confusion, "these waters of life are yours, you can dispose of them however you want, that's your problem, but I think you still need to think about it." Merlin let go of Barbara's hand, "Only the power you have is truly your own, if you break through to the three-ring caster through external force, I'm afraid you'll regret it later." ”

It's not the first time Barbara has heard such words, in fact, the Apocalypse Academy's Magim has many precious magic potions, all of which can increase the magic level of a spellcaster, but this does come at a cost. That's when it comes to breaking through again in the future, it will be more difficult.

Barbara was the last gifted spellcaster's apprentice that Mikites-sama had ever seen, and of course she didn't want Barbara to encounter difficulties in her future cultivation.

Barbara sighed and put the crystal bottle away, "Yes, this is the true water of life. The caster turned and entered the magic laboratory, she needed to be quiet for a moment, in which case she needed to think it calmly.

Being able to quickly grasp power is a devilish temptation, Merlin knows that it is difficult for ordinary people to resist such temptation, but if you want to grow, you must really master that kind of power, just like Merlin's master blacksmith, although Merlin can now also create high-level weapons and armor, but it is difficult to break through.

He also realized that it was much more difficult to upgrade the skills obtained through the system lottery than the skills that he usually cultivated. He now has less than ten points of skill for a blacksmith, and the proficiency required to upgrade from a master blacksmith to a grandmaster blacksmith is 100,000 points. Merlin had given up any idea of blacksmithing.

Barbara put away the crystal bottle, and she refilled a bathtub of warm water and soaked herself in it. This meant that the caster had a problem that was difficult to solve, but she overlooked the point where Merlin's eaux-de-vie came from.