Sean sat in the courtyard, his heart constantly tangled.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly, since he came to this world, there are still few things about the evil sect.

He touched his chest, and since the day he came to this world, all the things of the evil sect seem to be related to this black tattoo.

Sean took a deep breath, he was already a person who had died once, so why hesitate to look ahead and backward.

He was ruthless and returned to the alchemy room.

In the past few days, he has tried many times, and he has summed up a lot of experience, plus every action and every detail of the black-robed man refining the potion last night is deeply engraved in his mind.

This time, the process of refining the potion went very smoothly, and it was not until the last step that it failed because the heat was not well controlled.

Then he continued to try to refine non-stop, although it still didn't work, but Sean became more and more excited, because he knew that he was getting closer and closer to success.

Because he had already seen the light of day, Sean tossed around in the alchemy room until late before going back to rest.

I was so tired today that Sean fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

When I woke up again, I found myself standing in that dimly lit hallway again.

Sean's scalp was numb, for fear of seeing that black robe again.

has struggled for more than ten years in the last days, and has never experienced any scenes, of course he is not a timid person.

But the faceless guy in last night's dream really scared him.

Even if he encounters the ghosts and demons of hell, Sean dares to fight with them, but this dream is full of weirdness, and it is indeed too terrifying.

And this dream is most likely related to the tattoo on his chest.

The unknown is often the most terrifying,

Thinking of this, Sean took a few steps back and carefully hid in the shadows next to him.

After a long time, the black-robed man did not appear, and he glanced at the alchemy room, the door was still open.

Sean thought about it, walked cautiously to the door of the alchemy room, looked inside carefully, and found that there was no one in the room.

He hesitated, and finally walked in.

The workbench in the alchemy room is very well equipped, and there are several groups of potion materials side by side, which are exactly the ones that Sean has been trying to refine in the past few days.

Sean tried to reach over, but his hand picked up a beaker.

His heart moved, and he picked up the box of materials next to him.

The feeling of holding these things in his hand was no different from reality, and he almost forgot that he was in a dream.

He put the potion materials on the workbench, walked to the medicine cabinet next to him, opened the drawers one by one, and found that there were all kinds of low-grade potion materials inside.

To Sean's surprise, several drawers still contained a lot of materials for Ruhr Elixir.

Although happy, Sean always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it for a long time, he figured out what was going on.

Because the types of potion materials in the medicine cabinet were exactly the same as those that Perrin had collected for him, even the quantity was about the same.

The more Sean thought about it, the more panicked he felt.

The potions refined by the black-robed man yesterday were the ones he had been trying in the past few days, and now even the potion materials were the same, could it be a coincidence.

Sean thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out, and in the end he could do nothing but shake his head and smile bitterly.

He stood in front of the workbench for a while, looked at the alchemy equipment again, and then picked up a set of potion materials, wanting to see if he could refine potions here.

This trial really worked, and after refining it several times in succession, it felt no different from reality.

So he was out of control, and consumed more than a dozen sets of potion materials in one go, although he still didn't succeed once, but he was already close to success.

Sean was very excited, after all, refining potions in this weird dream would not only not consume his potion materials, but also would not allow him to consume a trace of mental power, let alone make him feel the slightest tiredness, and he could try again and again without stopping.

With continuous attempts, Sean has mastered the heat better and better.

After spending dozens of sets of potions, he finally succeeded in refining the first wizard potion.

Sean was holding this wizard potion, and although he was in a dream at this time, he was still very excited in his heart.

At this time, Sean felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that someone was watching him.

He turned his head and saw the black robe from last night, and he didn't know when he had come to the door.

In the wide hood, it was still empty, and there was nothing......

"Ah......h

Sean wakes up from the nightmare once again to find his back soaked.

He gasped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This dream is so weird, even if Sean is used to seeing life and death in the last days, but when he sees the black robe, he is still frightened.

For the next few days, Sean would appear in that eerie dream every night.

Because he could practice his hands in dreams, during the day, of course, he didn't want to consume the potion materials in reality.

Therefore, Sean no longer enters the alchemy room during the day, but learns wizarding knowledge and conducts spell practice, and waits for the night to enter the dream realm.

In the dream world, not only can the potion materials be used unlimitedly, but also there is no need to consume Sean's mental power, so every time he is in the dream world, he hurries up to practice like crazy.

Because he could see the faceless black-robed man in his dreams every day, and the more he saw it, he was no longer afraid. And the black-robed man didn't do anything to him from beginning to end.

After more than a dozen nights of hard work, Sean finally controlled the success rate at more than 30%. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't improve anymore.

Sean is a little disappointed, now that he has such good conditions, the success rate is still so low, maybe he doesn't have the talent of a pharmacist.

In fact, this is purely Sean's imagination, if other pharmacists knew that he was less than a month, the success rate of refining potions would reach more than 30%, and he would have to be strangled.

Everyone else has to spend countless materials before becoming a pharmacist, and they all have a teacher's hand-to-hand teaching, and after countless failures, they can finally become a junior pharmacist.

Even so, the success rate of junior pharmacists who have just been promoted is basically below 20%, and with the continuous accumulation of experience, those who can finally reach a success rate of less than 30% can be called genius pharmacists.

It was another early morning, Sean opened his eyes, he sat up from the bed, looked at the sky outside, and shook his head with a wry smile.

It's also evil to say, since his success rate reached 30%, Sean has never entered that weird dream again.

After breakfast, Sean came to the alchemy room again.

He closed his eyes and recalled the various details of the black-robed man's refining potion in his mind, as well as the valuable experience he had gained from constantly practicing in his dreams during this time.

This time it's really moving, and whether it's successful or not depends on today.

Sean opened several wooden boxes on the workbench one by one, and the potion materials inside had been carefully processed.

He poured the powder of the taylor fruit into a beaker, then placed the beaker on top of the demonic furnace.

The Magic Furnace is also an alchemy utensil, with a spell rune engraved on it, which activates the rune array through a small piece of magic crystal fragment, absorbs the surrounding fire energy particles, and converts fire mana to burn into flames.

Sean picked up another wooden box, took out a transparent test tube containing the blood of the demonic beast from it, poured it into the beaker and fused it with the powder of the Tairo fruit, and then activated the demonization furnace.

He put a few more potions into the distillation flask next to him, poured some water, and started the magic furnace.

The liquid medicine in the distillation flask gradually boils, the vapor gradually rises, and the concentrated liquid purified by distillation is slowly dropped into a test tube.

Sean came to the magic furnace again, and as the temperature continued to rise, the liquid in the beaker slowly boiled.

Sean stared at the beaker on the top of the magic furnace, closely observing the color of the potion, the heat at this time is very critical, and the slightest mistake will be wasted.

The red liquid became deeper and deeper, and Sean saw that the color was almost the same, and hurriedly put several potion materials that had been prepared into the beaker one after another.

Every time, you have to pay attention to the changes in the beaker, even if the heat is only a little worse, the liquid medicine will fail to fuse, Sean has not made mistakes in this link before, resulting in the failure of the final potion.

Finally, several materials in the beaker had completely fused together, and the original scarlet liquid had turned into a clear blue.

Sean picked up the test tube under the distillation flask next to him, and slowly poured the purified concentrated liquid into the beaker.

"Ah......h Ula ......"

The two medicinal liquids continued to fuse, bubbles continued to bubble in the beaker, and a pungent smell filled the alchemy room.

The bubbles in the beaker gradually disappeared, and the two liquids fused completely.

The whole refining process is easy to say, but the actual operation is extremely difficult, the details of any action, the heat of any fusion of medicinal liquid, the slightest mistake will be wasted.

Next, it was also the final step of refining.

Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead, his lips moving slightly, chanting an obscure incantation in fits and starts, and injecting a wisp of mana into the beaker.

"Boom".

The liquid medicine in the beaker exploded instantly, most of the liquid medicine turned into water vapor, and the phantom of a bull-shaped demonic beast condensed above the beaker, and a vigorous beast roar faintly came.

Sean turned off the magic furnace and observed the color of the potion in the beaker again, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Today's refining process was very smooth, and he successfully refined a "Brute Cow Elixir" on the first attempt.

Although he had succeeded countless times in his dream, it was in a dream after all.

So Sean looked at the "Brute Bull Elixir" in his hand, and had mixed feelings in his heart, it was not easy.

Finally became a pharmacist himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the foundation of a mortal apothecary, and if he hadn't had the help of that weird dream, he would not have known the Year of the Monkey.

He tossed around in the alchemy room for two days, and finally exhausted the potion materials in his hands.

The potion materials were gone, so Sean had to contact Perrin with a crystal ball and ask him to collect a large number of low-level potion materials for himself, especially the materials for the Ruhr potion.