The second time he refined the blood gel, Nance's spirit relaxed a lot.

The black and red flames continued to churn in the palm of the hand, and he placed it under the beaker, and added water with the other hand.

The steps are exactly the same as the first time, after the water boils, filter out the impurities in the mutant man-eating flower, and add it to the beaker to refine together. The water turned brown into pollen, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick liquid.

Over time, the slime rolls slowly in the beaker, reflecting a subtle glow. After continuous evaporation, the volume of 100ml decreased, and soon only half of the original size remained.

Immediately afterward, Nance added poppy liquid to it.

"Squeak ......"

The two liquids came into contact with each other, causing an abnormal sound to be heard in the beaker.

A faint gray mist billowed.

The brown liquid gradually melts into the mucus, and the color begins to slowly redden.

Fisher craned his neck and watched the process of refining the medicine with wide eyes.

Soon, the night color of the liquid in the beaker turned red and black, like blood about to condense, deep and mysterious.

Nance was preoccupied with controlling the temperature of the flame in his palm.

At the most critical moment, whether this mass of red-black liquid can be gelled depends on the refining of this minute.

"The control of this magic element is terrifyingly accurate...... "The fingertips of the wine glass held by Sister Marlene suddenly tightened, her slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and she said to herself: "Isn't this guy from the slums, he shouldn't have received spiritual training, how did he do it......"

Fisher looked at the alchemy process that was about to come to an end, sighed lightly, and said with a little envy: "This time it will definitely be done." ”

A smile crossed her eyes, and Sister Marlene curled up in her chair.

The plump body is lazy and lazy, and it looks like a fox cowering there and napping, which is particularly attractive.

"Congratulations to Sister Marlene, this is really a good seedling." Fisher said in a deep voice.

Sister Marlene's eyes narrowed slightly, put down the wine glass, and gently tapped the table with her white fingertips: "Maybe it's just luck or not, I can't count on him so soon." For the next few years, I and the monastery's potion needs will still have to be checked by Master Fisher to reassure me. ”

Fisher grinned, the expression on his face relaxed.

With Sister Marlene's words, he didn't have to worry about being kicked out of the way, and he would definitely not have a gap when he cooperated with Nance in the future.

The firelight shone on the walls, dancing with teeth and claws.

The solution in the beaker is getting thicker and thicker, and when the bubbles tumble, you can see that they have begun to condense into a gelatinous state.

Nance's spirit was all in the palm of his hand.

Under the precise control of the destruction engine, the magic element burned within him, releasing heat in wisps. The furious elements of the flames, like docile little sheep, are extremely obedient.

During the period when the demon essence was burning, his spirit was actually not disturbed much, he was originally a good old man, and the demon's bewitchment did not work for him. The beating of Leviathan's heart made his body a little restless, but it was manageable.

The tumbling in the beaker gradually subsided.

Nance looked serious, his eyes fixed on the gelatin at the bottom of the cup.

After about four minutes of refining, all the ingredients have been fused together to form a small thing that looks like ejiao. The essence of the mutant man-eating flower and poppy liquid was finally successfully refined by him, a rookie, and then synthesized together.

The red and black flames in his palms gradually subsided, and Nance's shoulders suddenly stepped down, and he held the table with both hands and gasped for a few breaths.

Sister Marlene propped her chin on the back of her hand and looked at him with her eyes.

Refining potions is an extremely demonic work, and now Nance's face is as ruddy as if he had exercised violently, and his face is covered with beads of sweat.

The beads of sweat soaked his shirt, and the transparent fabric clung to his skin, allowing the contours of the muscles in his upper body to be seen.

Especially now that he's panting!

The undulating pectoral muscles look so sexy!

The corners of Sister Marlene's mouth curled slightly, and the tip of her pink tongue subconsciously licked her red lips.

Looking at the blood clotting gel that Nance had refined, Fisher rubbed his hands with some excitement, and the experience accumulated for a long time made him keenly aware that the quality of this medicine was perfect......

The same prescription, the same process of refining potions, will also be different depending on the potions master.

Just like the same drug, there is also a distinction between the original drug and the generic drug, even if it is a precise mechanical drug, there will be a difference in the efficacy, not to mention that the potion master is a human being, and the state of the medicine has a great impact on the quality when refining the medicine.

"Master Fisher." Sister Marlene spoke softly.

"Understood."

Fisher came to the table and pulled out a knife.

Under the gaze of Nance "what are you going to do", he gritted his teeth and pulled out a four- or five-centimeter wound on his arm, and the crimson sticky blood beads instantly rushed out. Then he picked up the blood clotting gel and evenly applied the black-red medicine gel to the wound.

Sister Marlene subconsciously held her breath.

The blood gushing out slowly stopped after the medicine was smeared, and after a while, a thin blood scab formed on the surface of the wound.

Sister Marlene's gaze suddenly became a little fiery.

The hemostatic effect visible to the naked eye was better than any kind of blood clotting gel she had seen before!

"It's really good, it's 20% stronger than the general blood clotting gel!" Fisher smiled, looking at Nance with a hint of kindness in his eyes, "You can do it so perfectly for the first time, with the talent you have shown, it will not be a problem to refine a mid-level potion within two years!" ”

Sister Marlene looked at Nance, her eyes wide open, and her cheeks flushed with a warm, intoxicating pink.

"There are still eight copies, let's continue refining." She said.

After resting, Nance turned around and continued to refine the medicine.

Clean utensils, remove impurities, blend with each other... The tedious and delicate steps are shown by him almost in one go, without the slightest stagnation in between.

Seeing his calm and neat movements, even Sister Marlene's layman couldn't help but admire in his heart: Crookedly, this time he really picked up a little baby.

Eight parts of the medicine, refining took almost an hour.

As if out of strength, Nance sat limply on the ground, closed his eyes and breathed, his whole body so sore, that he didn't even bother to move a finger again.

Fisher came to the table and carefully examined the eight finished products that came out of the back.

Each of these black-red gels, which exuded a rich medicinal fragrance, was in perfect condition, and even a veteran like him could not find a flaw on the surface.

"Is this something that a man can do, it's a miracle......" Fisher muttered to himself, feeling like his worldview had collapsed.

Sister Marlene patted the velvet chair beside her and smiled, "Nance, come here." ”

Nance, who was sitting on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

The soreness and weakness in his body had subsided for the most part, and the magic essence in his body seemed to have been refined a lot. When he stood up, he twisted his neck, and the "click" of his bones made him exhale in relief.

"It looks like you're a little stronger, which is wonderful." Sister Marlene blinked slightly, and showed a pink smile at him, "In the future, you will help me refine medicine, you can make money and improve your strength, how good." ”

"Goo~"

Nance swallowed thirstily.

He bowed his head and sat beside Sister Marlene, like a fledgling who could not stand the teasing.

Sister Marlene drank her wine in a cheerful mood and looked at him with increasingly cheerful eyes, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl staring sweetly at the boy she was in love with who had just taken away her first kiss.

Bah!

Don't want to tempt me!

Nance looked at his nose and nose and his heart and was completely unmoved.