The firelight flickered, casting scattered figures on the walls.

Carlotta and Hermia worked on the raw materials for potions in a small studio, glancing at each other from time to time and focusing on their work. It was rare for Gulnius and the Lamia snake to work together, and it was unheard of to work together like this.

Although there was little verbal communication between them, they acted in a tacit manner, and it was only when Calrota raised his hand that Hermia's snake body rolled up what he wanted and handed it over. In a matter of moments, several reagent tubes were filled in their hands.

Test tubes filled with various medicines, such as blood samples, and test tubes that are so tightly sealed that you can't tell what's inside. The dim glass jars were inserted into the wooden shelves, adding an uncomfortable atmosphere to the dark room.

A small pot on a metal table churned with a brown viscous liquid, and a strange pungent smell wafted from the small pot. The herbs that had been divided into several points had just been processed, and they were placed next to the pot by Carlotta in the order of use, watching the time go into the pot.

The young Gulnius had returned to the hut at the entrance of the alley, where he continued his day-to-day guard work. He wasn't Carl Rota's apprentice, and he didn't concoct these reagents and herbs, and even if he did want to help, it might just keep others busy working in an orderly manner.

"How's it going?"

Just as Hermia filled a glass test tube and placed it on the wooden shelf, Curt suddenly pushed open the door to the studio and walked in. He carried a small woven handbag in his hand. It contained a lot of various ingredients for concocting potions—all of which he had just obtained through various channels.

On top of the top layer are cactus fruits that can be bought everywhere and dried flower petals packed in several portions, which are commonly used as raw materials for herbal teas. As long as you pay the corresponding money, you can buy it. Of course, these are just obstacles used to conceal the medicinal materials underneath the woven handbag.

Although it is not prohibited by law. But most of them are pharmaceutical materials that can be found to be troublesome. Anyone who knows how to mix them in a certain proportion is enough to make all sorts of dangerous things - including a few of them that can make people go berserk.

It was a slender mushroom with a pale yellow umbrella dotted with dense spots. Berserkers in the Northlands often consume fresh Boigin to exert their supernatural powers, and although Curt collects dried ingredients, he can also exert some of the power of the potion.

In the past, these hallucinogenic drugs have played a large role in religious and magical research, and some people believe that the trance state entered after ingesting poisonous substances was a communion with the gods. Although this practice has long been regarded as a crooked, until recently it was practiced by some underground magic research institutes - in their mouths, these things were called spices.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows it. These so-called "spices" are similar to drugs. Spellcasts who are lured by the power of magic to abuse drugs are just as stumbling as addicts, and end up sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire, losing their sanity as human beings. The spices of the fool - because of their effect, some also call these substances, and those who use them are undoubtedly fools who bring about their own destruction.

Perhaps it was the bad memories of these finger-sized fungi, and Carlotta almost crushed the test tube in his hand the moment he saw Boygin. But he quickly calmed down and hurriedly transferred the liquid from the broken tube to another container.

"Really, where the hell did you get these things?"

Hermia took the woven handbag that Curt handed over, and then rummaged through the contents: "Indeed, if you put your mind to it, these things can be collected from underground channels. But you were able to collect all the materials that that guy had opened in a short period of time. It's not easy. ”

She opened a piece of paper and checked what it had written down in turn—the recipe for the potion that Lizzie had written, and which she had partially pardoned out through her own knowledge. It was because of the contents of this piece of paper that Curt had collected the material through various means, and Hermia had expected him to take at least a few days to complete this troublesome task. Unexpectedly, he would be back in less than a few hours.

She casually flipped through the items Curt had brought back and laid them out on the table one by one, allowing Carl Rotta to look at them as well. Suddenly. The smell of various medicinal herbs mixed in the air, and the desk space, which was already occupied by the blending tools, became even narrower.

None of the materials collected by Curt are rare. But it wasn't so easy to collect them all in the amount Lizzy had requested. Looking at the potion materials that were discharged by Hermia one by one, even Carl Rota, who had been dealing with potions for many years, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Although Curt asked them to try to restore the ingredients of some of the potions. However, the notes were entirely the result of Liqi's own analysis of the method. After they decided to summarize the information about Sain Democra, they began to work together to investigate.

Hermia and Carlotta are tasked with making potions at Lizzie's behest, while Curt collects the insufficient materials they have on hand. After arranging everyone's actions, Lizzie nodded contentedly, and then she began to act according to the plan.

- Go to bed.

Sleeping every day is very important for a sorcerer, casting spells is a very draining action, and when the mental state is not good, it can also directly affect the concentration of mana. Mana is like the body, when it is overconsumed, it will bring fatigue, and it can only be rested and recuperated by ingesting energy.

But Lizzie doesn't sleep just to regain lost magic, but to let her soul leave her body by resting her body, and to thoroughly investigate the environment that was previously constructed by the dream. Algorithms cease to function under the actions of staffing agencies, but what already exists is not easy to destroy.

Dreams are intimately connected to the soul, and even if they are not magicians, many people still experience the soul leaving their bodies in their dreams. On this basis, the mage is able to better control the direction of the spirit's movements, and they can visit many places through the channel of dreams.

Because the depths of dreams are connected, when you pass through the outer world of your own mind, you can enter a wider "world". Some sorcerers believe that this world is connected to the Soul Root, but their energy cannot sustain them to go deeper.

Lizzie now wants to get her soul out of her body through guò sleep, and to explore the city that was built on the dreams of most of the inhabitants of Cutrice. Sain Democra's research in this area has surpassed most institutions, and the world in the depths of dreams has been unable to stop him.

While Curt was resting for a while, Carl Rotta had already finished mixing the potion according to the instructions left by Lizzie, and Hermia, who was standing nearby, directly filled the boiled potion into the test tube.

"I know what is going on with you two, but are you sure you really want to drink those things yourself?" Hermia glanced at Curt before handing the tube to him, "If it's just a real thing, just grab a few people and try it out." ”

The hot potion wafted a pleasant smell, like the fragrance of flowers standing up in the grass that had been washed by heavy rain, and it was full of calming power.

The person Lizzie chose to use as the material was still Curt, as if there was no one else in her mind who could be used as a substitute. She knew very well what the potion she had planned would do, but she didn't tell the two people in charge of making it about it.

Seeing that the tube of potion mixed with various ingredients was handed over to him by Hermia, Curt didn't know what to say to the other two. Even if they had been studying these things for years, it was impossible for the two of them to know all the knowledge of potions, especially when they were only working according to the instructions left by Lizzie.

She just said, "Time is running out," and drew a strange Rubik's cube in the center of the room on the second floor, and slept in the middle of the geometric structure herself. Perhaps because she was in such a hurry that she fell asleep before she could explain her plan.

"Since Lizzie made such a request, she must have thought of it—at least I wouldn't have to fear that she would make some dangerous potion to toss me. ”

Curt smiled indifferently, and then shook the test tube slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, this potion should be something that allows people to enter a state similar to the detachment of the soul and communicate with something outside the material world. Sain Democlera may have used this potion to give ordinary people the ability to use spells, and possibly to control their actions. ”

With that, Curt tilted his head and poured the hot potion into his throat, and the sweet taste instantly filled his mouth and spread along the blood veins to all parts of his body. His body seemed to be wrapped in the warm wind, and his whole body was unprecedentedly light, as if he could jump five or six meters away with a slight jump.

But the feeling of relief only lasted for a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye, Curt felt that his body had lost sensation, and the indescribable fatigue spread throughout his body. He covered his head, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground unconsciously.

But soon he found that only his body had fallen, and he was still "standing" on the ground. (To be continued......)