"You don't have to be nervous, the potions below Sequence 7 are very easy to prepare, you just need to add the ingredients in the order of the recipe and stir them again, even easier than doing chemical experiments. Once it's ready, you can take it directly, no rituals or spells, nothing to worry about. ”

"Hmm." Agnes nodded slightly.

Mr. Conte took out a piece of paper with a few lines written on it and gave it to Agnes.

"This is the recipe for the Sequence 9 prisoner's potion, you can see for yourself first." Mr. Conte said as he took out clean beakers, flasks, and other instruments from the cabinet, as well as a medium-sized wooden box.

Agnes looked at the paper.

"Prisoner: 1 blood berry + 10g of frosted salt + 20g of Neisser root powder + 3 drops of Lufaia belladonna juice + 100ml of pure water + all the nails of 1 highland snow wolf + 1 complete black mandrake"

The last two items are lined with red strokes.

"The lines are drawn with extraordinary materials, and the others are auxiliary materials." Mr. Conte saw Agnes staring at the two and said casually.

"To be honest, the equipment in the church is much more high-end than what I used before." Mr. Conte counted the instruments that were neatly arranged on the bench and exclaimed.

"Let's start the preparation, I'll explain it to you in the process."

Mr. Conte picked up a brown jar and used tweezers to extract a red fruit from it and placed it in a 250ml beaker.

"1 plasma, it doesn't need to be crushed or cut, it will melt on its own."

Mr. Conte picked up a clear glass bottle with white powder in it. He weighed 10g on a scale and poured it into a beaker.

"Frost salt, 10g."

Mr. Conte then picked up another clear glass bottle containing a brownish-yellow powder, which he handed to Agnes.

"Nessergen powder, you weigh it yourself, remember it's 20g."

It wasn't that hard, and Agnes expertly leveled the scales, put the weights on the side, and weighed 20g of Netsegan out.

"Well, good chemistry." Mr. Conte nodded approvingly. He picked up a brown glass bottle on the table and used a dropper to suck some brown liquid out of it.

"Lufaya belladonna juice, 1, 2, 3 drops, all right."

"Finally, 100ml of pure water." Mr. Conte took 100ml from the large glass bottle at one end of the table with a graduated cylinder, poured 50ml into it, stirred it with a glass stick, and poured it all in.

"Ah, you've probably learned that it's easier to evenly disperse solid powders into liquids. Actually, the preparation of auxiliary materials does not need to be too strict, but I have been studying pharmacy recently, and I am a little stricter. Monsieur Conte smiled at Agnes, perhaps because of the light, the liquid in the beaker was crimson.

"Now it's time for the point, extraordinary materials: 1 full fingernail of a highland snow wolf and 1 whole black mandrake 1 plant. The portions of these two should be as accurate as possible, which can be slightly less, but not too far off. Too many words will cause you mental problems, and too few will cause you to fail in your 'promotion'. ”

Mr. Conte picked up the wooden box that was placed in the back of the bench, and inside were two small wooden boxes. One contains 20 bright red nails, and the other contains a finger-sized black-brown herb with intact branches and roots.

"All the nails of 1 plateau snow wolf, all the materials on the plateau snow wolf need to be stored at low temperatures, once heated, they will deteriorate, and the magic potions or rituals you mix will have an unpredictable impact." Mr. Conte used tweezers to put pieces of his nails into the liquid in the beaker.

The nails entered the liquid, sinking little by little and dissolving without a trace, and the liquid gradually descended and became bright red and viscous, and emitted a red shimmer, like blood. It seemed colder inside the room.

"Black mandrakes need to be protected from light, and they will turn to ash when exposed to sunlight." Mr. Conte carefully picked it up and put it into the beaker, the red shimmer converged on the black mandrake, it stretched out in the liquid, wisps of mist rose from the beaker, the liquid level in the beaker dropped rapidly, the branches and roots of the black mandrake quickly contracted and dissolved, and the liquid in the beaker turned into a jelly-like gel, clear and bright red.

Mr. Conte poured the jelly into a small bowl and handed it to Agnes.

"Alright, your 'prisoner' potion."

Agnes picked up the bowl, hesitated, and brought it to her lips. The jelly slid down the wall of the bowl into Angnes' mouth and into her esophagus. It was as if thorns had grown in Angness's body and restrained Agnes. A sound rang out, and Agnes disappeared before she could make out it.

Agnes felt as if she was in a dark dungeon, and it was dark before her eyes, and all the light seemed to be gone. Agnes tried to find something, and the surroundings seemed darker, without any living creatures, not even anything that actually existed. No, Agnes felt that this could not be described as "dungeon", but rather "nothingness", although Agnes could not think of a specific definition of "nothingness".

Agnes could inexplicably feel that there was no existence in the "nothingness", and she felt a sense of despair mixed with a strange calm. Agnes felt an attraction to her from calm, and a repulsion from despair. Agnes didn't make any moves, and following the repulsive force, the darkness in front of her disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the room was still dim in front of her.

There was a roar of incomprehensible meaning in my ears, overlapping, chaotic and painful. Agnes frowned uncontrollably, rubbing her temples and shaking her head, the screams in her ears becoming faint.

"How? Did you see something you couldn't see before? Hear a sound you couldn't hear before? Mr. Conte asked.

"I saw darkness just now, but now it's gone; Some chaotic and incomprehensible roars were also heard, not very noticeable now, but there were some faint sounds. Agnes replied softly.

"Don't seek the meaning of those voices!" Mr. Conte warned solemnly.

"I understand that Ms. Jones told me that the whispers that should not be heard and the existence that should not be seen cannot be explored."

Mr. Conte seemed to relax and said, "The spiritual enhancement effect of 'prisoner' is not very obvious, and the spirituality is not very strong before you take the medicine. However, you still have the phenomenon of potion power overflowing when you just took it, and you need to learn some ways to control the power of potions. He smiled, then said, "Let's go, let's go to the opposite room." ”

Agnes followed Mr. Conte out of the room and closed the door.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang at the door, and Mr. Conte and several priests of Mother Earth around him looked at him.

Agnes was embarrassed.

"The child's mistakes." Monsieur Conte smiled at the priests, then dragged Agnes into the opposite room.