As for recipe leaks?

Any pharmacist above the intermediate level can easily identify the ingredients in the ointment, and what is really worth keeping secret in the recipe is actually the preparation technique, the heat, and the ratio between various ingredients and excipients.

If it weren't for the recipe being taught by the master of the recipe himself, it would be no easier for other pharmacists to figure out the recipe than it would be to re-develop a potion themselves.

The reason why the young apprentices were told to keep it a secret was just to prevent the price of [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine] from soaring too quickly before they could earn enough Kintalan, making it difficult for themselves, the poor ghost mage.

"Uh... Teacher... Actually, you don't have to try it on yourself......"

An Liya weakly pointed to the huge kitchen knife that looked very dangerous, and after Jialan cast an inquiring look, she shyly ran to the corner of the yard, and took out a fat old hen from a small shack built with firewood, and sent it to Jialan with some distress but resolutely: "Teacher, use Remli for experiments!"

looked at the kitchen knife in his hand, and then looked at the fat old hen who was almost unable to walk, Jialan rubbed her chin, maybe an old hen soup could be added to the dinner menu?

Lemli looked very old, and the hen's peculiar little cockcomb had turned a dull red color, so that there was a wise light in her little black eyes, and she looked at Jialan for a while, and her expression was quite indifferent to seeing through the world and seeing through life and death.

I don't know how many kinds of animals, mysterious beasts, monsters, and even Jialan, who is an otherworldly creature, will naturally not be replaced by the old hen Lemli's indifference on the dissecting table.

And as a "ruthless" mage, Jialan didn't think that cutting herself would make her conscience more acceptable than cutting Lemli...... If he had a so-called "conscience" thing.

Originally, Lemley thought that she had laid a lifetime of eggs for the Brown family, and that she should never be unlucky enough to appear in the oven or on the dinner plate at this age, and that she could wait for her days to return to the arms of the Lord on a cold winter day.

If luck is enough, as one of the few chickens that die at the end of its life, it may be lucky enough to be reborn as a noble celestial chicken in the kingdom of the Lord.

Therefore, the composure brought by its long life made it face the kitchen knife that was "no threat" to it without being surprised, and it even mocked the male human in the robe with a graceful and luxurious temperament.

However, when the "male human" grabbed the kitchen knife and grabbed one of its legs, the old hen with "wise" eyes finally realized that something terrible was going to happen, and began to scream and struggle in panic, so that the delicate girl could barely hold its fat body.

Fortunately, the male human's hands were steady and dexterous, like the hands of an elven bard playing the harp, and before everyone could react, even Lemli didn't even notice the pain, five wounds were cut on its paws covered by thick foot skin.

The dull-colored chicken blood flowed out quickly, but the flow rate was very slow, like a sticky syrup, and Jialan suspected that Limeli's blood lipids were too high, and proper bloodletting would be very good for its health.

The panicked Remley was quickly coated with five different ointments of different concentrations and drug contents, and the cool feeling from her legs quickly covered up the not-so-terrible pain, and the Remley who was put back on the ground did not panic and fled without losing her identity, but just stood with one leg uncontrollably curled up, trembling for a while.

After a while, Lemley, who didn't notice any danger, tilted her head a little suspiciously to look at the worried little master, and looked at the five small wounds on her legs coated with "strawberry jam" with some curiosity.

It doesn't quite understand what's going on, could it be that the little master is going to eat "chicken thighs with jam" at night?

Lymli, who had lived long enough, did not dare to disobey fate and knew that she could not disobey fate, and she shivered and threw pleading glances at her two little masters, hoping that they were only going to eat "chicken thighs with jam" at night instead of "whole chicken roasted with jam", and that losing her legs was more acceptable than losing her old life.

After waiting for a while, Jialan motioned for An Liya to pick up Lemli again, and Lemli didn't have any resistance to let the little master pick him up, because he knew that with his own figure, it was impossible to escape the pursuit of the flexible little master, so it was better to cooperate honestly and suffer less.

It closed its eyes, felt its leg "pickled" with strawberry jam being pulled out of it by the robed male human, and thought to itself: Are you coming? You're going to cut my thigh? Yes, it must be? Why don't they pluck it first? Mistress Brown did it when she killed its parents, siblings, and generations of its grandchildren!

Maybe it's because the little owner is not very good at cooking?

Lemli felt that she had an obligation to remind her little owner that even if it turned into a jam roast chicken, she wanted to be a delicious jam roast chicken and not be thrown into the garbage because it was unpalatable, which was her dignity as a chicken!

But after waiting for a long time, she didn't feel the pain coming, and Lemli wondered, could it be that the male human's craftsmanship was so superb that he could cut his leg painlessly?

It craned its neck in fear and confusion, and looked at its legs, which were still there, but the strawberry jam that had been applied to its legs had been peeled off, leaving only a small wound that had broken the skin, not even a wound, and Remli was a little confused, it remembered that it had been cut five times, but only one wound was left for it.

Jialan nodded with satisfaction, the preparation of [hemostatic ointment] was very successful, and the five batches of ointment had the qualities of [high efficiency], [strong potency], [special effect], [super effect], and [extreme effect], which was considered an extremely high-quality medicine in his original era.

This is completely the effect of this batch of [Blood Mistletoe Vines] that are long enough, he underestimated their years, judging from the medicinal effect, these [Blood Mistletoe Vines] are at least thirty years old, not only ten years, in his original era, they are definitely [elite] quality medicinal herbs.