Sending away the strangely dressed Harris, Martin placed the brown vial containing the fire crow's feathers on the table, and took out the prepared Nightingale spirits, garnet shards, and "Mad Witch Nails" powder.

and the most important potion base - the high-purity "Oil of Nothingness" sent by Harris yesterday.

This rare substrate is constantly changing color in the glass test tube, like a storm cloud layer containing great energy, giving people a mysterious feeling.

Once you've got your ingredients ready, it's finally time to start making potions!

This is the second time Martin has prepared a potion, and the [Holy Mother Flesh] made for the first time has already been digested by him, and his physical fitness has also been greatly improved.

He measured 100 milliliters of the Nightingale from a measuring cup, poured the amber liquid into the crucible, and then skillfully ground the garnet fragments into powder with a mortar and sprinkled them on the Nightingale.

Mad witch nails, aka powder of pink mandala were readily available, and Martin took them out of the medicine cabinet in the corner, and the powder took on a pale pink color and was served in a ribbed glass bottle.

The ribbing is used to distinguish poisons, so that the pharmacist can judge the nature of the medicine inside just by looking at the glass bottle, whether it is poisonous or not, and whether it needs to be handled with care.

He was about to scoop out some powder with a teaspoon when he heard a flattering voice on the table next to him:

"Master, you'd better wear gloves, the toxicity of the pink mandala can also spread through the skin."

Martin followed the sound and saw that the white lines on the cookbook on the table had bent again into a smiling face, which was now looking at him with slanted eyes, curious about what was going on on his side.

Seeing Martin's gaze, Cook changed his expression, trying to meet Martin's gaze.

"Although the toxicity of the pink mandala does not affect life, people who are exposed to a large number of people will always want to sing, and they will not stop singing until their voice is hoarse, until the vocal cords are torn and they can no longer make a sound."

Cook added.

Martin nodded, obediently put on his gloves, and scooped out a teaspoon of powder from the ribbed glass bottle and placed it on the balance to measure.

After measuring exactly 6 grams, he poured the powder into the crucible as well.

I saw that the cauldron instantly became a little psychedelic and dense pink bubbles kept coming out of the liquid, and a pink breath rose from the surface of the liquid.

Then, Martin took out the brown glass bottle that Harris had given, and used tweezers to remove two feathers from it that emitted bright yellow flames, and threw them into the cauldron.

Martin felt like a medieval alchemist, refining a foul-smelling viscous liquid, ready to drink it in one gulp.

Like a witch.

"Bang-"

The air on the crucible heated up rapidly, emitting a slight popping sound.

The two fire crow feathers ignited the liquid.

The potion that had been a little dreamy just now instantly became hot, its surface lit up with bright flames, and the pink bubbles turned into bubbles in the magma, emitting a dangerous aura.

The feather was gradually consumed by the flames, and slowly sank into the potion.

The bright yellow color emanated through the surface of the potion, like a colored lantern in water, and then slowly extinguished.

"Is this really edible..."

Martin looked at the molten fire in front of him and thought of the acrobat who swallowed the fire.

He picked up the last ingredient, the oil of nothingness that had been changing color, unplugged the glass tube, and carefully dripped the liquid into the "magma".

"Three... Four... Exactly five drops. ”

As five drops of somewhat viscous "oil" were dripped in, the potion changed again.

The Oil of Nothingness floated on the surface of the potion, not sinking or being consumed by the surrounding flames.

They spread from five small dots to the entire surface of the liquid, and the flames seemed to burn from the seven-colored oil.

Then, the "oil film" on the surface of the potion and the flame on it slowly sank into the potion, and the flame was not extinguished.

Fire in the water.

The flames were like they were locked in a potion.

"Magical..."

Martin looked closely at the flickering flames in the potion, and saw that they no longer seemed to be flames, but only the bright yellow color of the flames.

The color of the flame is passing off as the flame, or rather, the flame is purified into color.

At this point, there were no other changes to the potion, and now it was like a pot of flowing amber with flames sealed in it.

"Is this the [Lava Kiss] that can take away all indifference..."

The liquid in the crucible has been burned and evaporated, and it has not started as much, but it only covers the bottom of the crucible, and Martin can drink it all in one gulp.

He carefully poured the potion into a glass that looked like it was filled with flames.

He felt the strong attraction he had once again when he had successfully prepared the [Body of the Virgin], but with the experience of the last time, he tried not to look at the potion, but instead took the recipe of the white-faced cook.

During this process, Cook's "eyes" kept looking at Martin, trying to capture the subtle changes in expression on his face.

Martin placed it next to the freshly prepared Lava Kiss, and Cook couldn't see Martin's preparation from a distance, so when he saw the potion up close, he immediately exercised his duty.

"Fire in the water, this is the best description of [Lava Kiss], master, your skills are still so superb, this potion ratio is perfect!"

"Cook suggests taking it now, unlike the [Virgin Body], the medicinal properties of the fire crow's feathers will gradually weaken with the passage of time, and the 'inner flame' in the potion will gradually extinguish."

"So when it's ready, it's best to consume it."

"Even after ingestion, as the 'Inner Flame' gradually extinguishes, the effect of the medicine will gradually wane, and in my experience, the [Lava Kiss] you digest should be able to be used three to five times."

"And for most people, that number is two, or even once, so master, you're a genius!"

......

"So there are so many doorways..."

Martin sighed in his heart.

"It's good that the recipe has been activated, without their help, this potion wouldn't have been prepared at all..."

"I don't know if those people from the Dark Alchemy Society are contrived, do they also have recipes... But most of the recipes before activation are blank..."

He put aside the doubts in his mind for a moment, raised the glass, looked at the burning flames in it, and drank it with his head up.

The burning breath slid from the esophagus to the stomach pouch and then spread from the stomach pouch to the whole body.

Martin suddenly had an urge to sing, and he felt like a male peacock about to open the screen, an animal who wanted to attract the attention of the opposite sex with his voice.

This was something he hadn't expected.

The urge became more and more difficult to suppress, Martin closed his eyes, he felt some kind of heat condensing in his body, and the urge to sing led this heat to condense in his throat, which made him want to vomit.

The two mixed sensations were intertwined, and he couldn't take it anymore, opening his mouth to pour out the heat.

"Whew-"

A scorching breath erupted, disembodied but the air and light in front of Martin were scorched and distorted.

Fortunately, there was no object in front of him, otherwise after this burst of breath, I am afraid that there would be nothing left.

"Ahem.... cough...."

After exhaling the burning breath, Martin coughed, and as he coughed, some black dust choked out of his throat.

It's like a dragon who has just breathed fire.

It took him a while to cough before he stopped.

He laughed as he coughed.

Finally, there is another hole card.

And this ability doesn't seem to be weak, he can't help but want to find something to try.

But this warehouse is full of air-dried medicinal herbs, and I'm afraid that this house will have to be burned down by him if I try it here.

He had to give up the idea for the time being.

"Three or five times... I've used it once now, and the materials are still enough, and I can mix some more... Well, when the effect of this medicine is going to end, otherwise the new preparation will be a bit wasteful. ”

Thinking of this, Martin's mood became very relaxed.

In addition to [Twin Flames], he finally has a life-saving skill, which is especially important for him, a xenomorph who is still wanted.

"The skill of the [Alchemy Dog] seems to be the [Savage Creature Cookbook], plus the concoction of potions, I can feel that in the preparation process of these two times, the mastery of the dosage of ingredients and the timing of addition seems to be experienced, and it is very easy to do."

"It seems that this Cook is not a brainless compliment..."

Martin looked at the white-faced recipe on the table.

"Your faithful servant Cook is here at your beckon, master."

Feeling Martin's gaze, it began its own show again.

"Whether it's true or not, it feels good..."

Martin took out the glass bottle containing the crumbling residue, pulled out some sticky liquid from it, and handed it to Cook with a teaspoon.

"Your reward."

He tried to speak in the tone of a superior person.

The lines on the face of this white-faced cookbook create an exaggerated expression, and the joy is palpable.

"Cook was so impressed! The host was so nice! ”

As he spoke, he ate the sticky gum in one bite, and the lines of its mouth rhythmically tightened and stretched, and began to "taste" it seriously.

This is also the reason why Martin is willing to give it a "reward", in fact, this behavior has a greater effect on Martin himself.

"It's... That smell of antiquity! ”

"Same [ancient] golden breath as last time!"

"Cook tastes it again!"

"This time, there is an extra flavor in the 'meat'... Cook seems familiar with the smell..."

Whiteface's voice slowed down again, and the last time it tasted it, it struggled to fall into a long sleep.

Martin was looking forward to what it would be able to taste this time.

"Cook... Cook tasted... The name of this recipe..."

"Philosopher's Stone! It's a philosopher's stone! ”

It shouted.

And as it shouted these three names with an ancient atmosphere, under a certain church in the Red Church District, in a mysterious underground cave, an old man who had been sleeping for a long time opened his eyes.