Belengar himself was constantly doing various movements with a look of surprise to test the recovery of his body's vitality.

The toxin accumulation on his face, which was originally terrifyingly black, had subsided a lot after being helped up by Lan En for a while.

It took less than two minutes for the whole person to recover from the state of detachment when he first drank the potion to the heyday of his physical strength.

"You mean 'effective'? Then why did you just look like you were more toxic than you could tolerate? ”

Lan En put the lid on the [White Honey] in his hand again, put it back in the alchemy leather bag, and asked puzzledly.

Berengar was still feeling how the "new potion" made him feel, and he responded with his eyes closed.

"It's not that the toxicity is more than you can bear, it's that the improved potion you made takes effect too quickly, at least seventy percent faster than the normal [Maribo Forest]! The total amount of toxicity is constant, but the sudden surge of poison makes me unbearable for a while. ”

"It seems like a good thing to have a quick effect. What about the potion effect? ”

"The recovery speed of the body's vitality is the same as the normal version, but the side effects are indeed reduced!"

"What are the symptoms of the original [Maribo Forest]?"

Lan's inquiries one by one were used as data collection for the drug experiment.

The witcher's potion not only has the toxicity that can easily kill ordinary people, but also the side effects that even the witcher can't ignore.

For example, to quote [Thunder], when the muscle tissue is greatly strengthened, the weak muscle bundles will break during the exercise because they can't withstand the pull of the stronger muscles next to them.

"The original [Maribo Forest] will have slight cramps after drinking, which will cause the body's movement accuracy to deteriorate, and it will be unable to use actions that require high precision. But I'm now."

Belengar said incredulously.

"It feels like it's as steady as usual!"

Lan En nodded, asking in his mind about his biological brain.

"Mentos, summarize the information just now."

"Understood, sir. Within 2.3 seconds of drinking the potion, the potion effect began to work, and his physical activity increased by 36% after the potion took effect, and his physical condition was stable with no side effects. ”

Zhi Brain made a concise record of the experiment and entered Lanen's improved formula into the database.

And next to him, Belengar, who had already felt Lan En's improved potion with his body, looked at Lan En with an incomprehensible expression.

The recipe that has been inherited and developed by demon hunters for hundreds of years has been improved in the hands of a beginner?!

"What's that expression?"

Lan En, who was staring at him, raised his eyebrows, and took out the [White Honey] from the alchemy leather bag and shook it.

"Do you want to get rid of the toxicity?"

Belengar looked at Lan deeply, pursed his lips and shook his head, but said something else.

"The idea of adding 'water' to the recipe of [Maribo Forest] is not unprecedented. However, among the more than 1,700 attempts mentioned in the dossier, none of them saw any hope of success. But you don't even use a measuring cup in your hand! Just the feel of use and visual inspection grasp the amount and timing that we are not aware of at all. ”

"Lann, with your alchemical talents, you should take a trip to Kellmohan."

"You should go there and rummage through the alchemical manuscripts of Arzu and Malaspina, instead of listening to me, the 'alchemy pragmatist' witcher."

"The 'Alchemy Pragmatist' only cares about the 'how' of alchemy products, but with your talent, you should ask 'why'."

Lane was intrigued by Belengal's opinion.

If he was only satisfied with how to use alchemy products, then it would be impossible for him to accomplish his goal of transcending the times.

From the beginning to the end, he has been striving for the position of the academic pioneer of his time.

"Kyle Mohan? I've heard it's the base camp of your wolf faction. Your companions, they probably won't let me get a bear pie past, will they? ”

Belengar waved his hand rather indifferently.

"Just make sure you're not hostile, there aren't that many rules among witchers. All you have to do is get the old man's consent. ”

"Old man?"

"It's Viselmir."

At the mention of the name, Rann sensed that Belengal's mood was wonderful.

It's like a bad boy who has been away from home for too long and mentions the old father he remembers.

Fear, resistance. There is also hidden nostalgia.

"He's probably the oldest of the living witchers. If you meet him, I advise you not to move your fists first like you did when you first met me, otherwise even you will probably not be pleased. ”

"I never doubted how strong a warrior who has been active for hundreds of years is, but listen to your tone. Can't you just be a middleman and make a referral? ”

Lann watched as Belengar spread his hands.

"It's a big deal, I'll add money."

"It's not about the money, Lann. I'm a deserter from the witcher, I don't have a face, and I don't want to see my old guys again. You'll have to find the old man yourself. ”

Lan En somewhat understood this thought, so he stopped forcing it.

And he felt that with his prestige in the foreseeable future, there was also this increasingly handsome face.

Viselmir should have no reason to refuse himself.

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After truly seeing Lan's talent in alchemy, Berengar quickly let go of the restrictions on his teaching speed.

He understands that some geniuses can flip through books casually enough time for ordinary people to learn for a day.

As a result, the cramming teaching was quickly completed in two days.

Berengar taught him all the alchemy recipes he knew, and most of his knowledge base consisted of these practical recipes, and he had very little idea of the principles of alchemy.

It is very much in line with his self-proclaimed identity as an "alchemical pragmatist".

But for the Witcher's other pillar of knowledge, the knowledge of monsters and curses.

Even cramming is a bit of a struggle because he doesn't have a body of knowledge in his own mind.

This led to his teaching being a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and the scattered knowledge could not be connected at all.

It was only then that Belengar felt how hard Viselmir had put in teaching them.

"You should have gone to Viselmir now."

Lan En, who was a learner, did not show the slightest tiredness, but Belengal, who was a professor, kept kneading his forehead.

"I have to admit that when I was a witcher in the past, one of the reasons why I didn't work well was that I didn't study well."

Lan En had nothing to complain about this, the alchemy formula that Belengar had given him alone was precious.

The old witcher was only out of lack of ability, not deliberately hiding his secrets.

That's all he can do.

The final lesson was over, and it was only natural for Lann to extend an invitation to Belengal.

"Looks like I've hollowed you out, and that's the promised reward."

The young man first threw a bulging money bag, and Berengar caught it.

"Do you want to come over to relax your muscles in tonight's after-school activities?"

When it comes to 'after-school activities', Belengar's smile immediately froze when he just got a huge amount of money in life.

"Those weird half-fishmen? Forget about the stuff you're dealing with, I don't want to get involved. ”

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