Although Raymond knew that every wizard's resistance was strong, he still didn't dare to deliver the concocted powder directly to Frances.

After three days of hard work, the success rate was stabilized at 32% of the "extraordinary physical strength potion", and finally two kilograms were refined by Raymond.

A whole large package of finished medicinal powder made Raymond happy that the refining power of his potion had increased, and at the same time, it also made Raymond a little vigilant.

Because according to the data collected from the live test of small wild wolves, even by weight, these two kilograms of powder are enough for Frances to use for many years.

"Rare is precious," Raymond, who stood in front of the sink in the test laboratory, had a strange smile on his face after instructing Hobson to inform Grand Lord Frances of the success of the potion refining. "Only a limited supply can ensure the cherishing of this elixir. ”

After chanting, the pale pink potion that had been poured into the water from Raymond's hand immediately disappeared from his sight, and he didn't know where it would flow after the Dao.

Raymond, who turned around and walked to the long table in the center of the testing laboratory, placed the fiery red potion bottle containing only two ounces of potion, and then sat down in his chair and waited with peace of mind.

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, a surprise cry from the door came from outside the door. "Oh my God, that potion was successfully refined?"

Grand Lord Francis, who rushed into the laboratory like a whirlwind, did not stop at Raymond at all, but after seeing the fiery red potion bottle on the table, he seemed to have lost his soul, and walked over step by step with straight eyes and stiff legs.

The outstretched arm was trembling, and Frances had an abnormal flush on her face, which made Raymond speechless, and at the same time, he also deeply understood the importance of this potion to him.

Grand Lord Frances, who has lost his usual demeanor. After grabbing the fiery red potion bottle, there seemed to be some moisture in his eyes, and he held the vial and watched it for a long time before he suddenly came to his senses.

"Lord Raymond, you are a great apothecary!" Frances, who had the most revered salute among wizards with her right hand, bent down deeply. "Frances's admiration for you has reached an unparalleled level!"

Raymond, who was sitting in the chair, was a little stunned, but Raymond, who reacted immediately, quickly stood up and asked the reason in great surprise.

Excited and incoherent, Frances, the little old man, began to explain the reason very quickly.

It turned out that this was said to be the recipe for an ancient sorcerer's potion. Frances's grandfather had only made a handful of finished products, so by the time Frances became an adult, the stock of the potion was extremely scarce.

Frances, who was content with the status quo and enjoyed life, squandered the potion in his inventory before he became a first-class wizard.

So wait until after he advances. With the passage of time, his function as a man began to deteriorate, so he longed for this medicine. Frances did it at great cost. But it still can't be successfully configured.

"That kind of vivid feeling, more than 100 years later, I still can't forget it," Frances, who wiped her moist eye sockets casually, sighed. "I really didn't expect to be able to see this potion again when I was still alive!"

After listening to the story of the Great Lord Francis, although it can be understood that this potion is not easy to refine. But Frances's persistence also made Raymond completely speechless.

"Lord Raymond, you have conquered Frances completely, and you will become the second master here," Frances, still immersed in excitement. Ecstatic shouting. "Frances is your forever friend, and you will be shared in everything in the Pamir Hills!"

The roar like an oath made Raymond's ears hurt a little, but looking at the Great Lord Frances who was holding the potion bottle and preparing to leave, Raymond still hurriedly shouted. "Frances, your generosity is incomparable, but the dosage of this potion needs to be considered!"

Stunned, the excitement on Frances's face froze instantly, and the corners of his mouth trembled as he looked at the vial in his hand, and only struggled to open his mouth after a moment. "Lord Raymond, is there a flaw in this potion?"

"It shouldn't be a defect," Raymond shook his head, carefully wording. "It should be said that the effect of this drug is very obvious, but the dose taken not only seriously affects the length of time, but also the overdose can cause irreparable damage to the body. ”

However, Raymond's explanation made Frances's expression even more dazed.

After a little hesitation, Raymond carefully recounted the results of the test he had done with a small wild wolf. "The male wolf who took the least dose suffered severe damage after four hours of mating, and his lower body burst and died in the early hours of the next morning. ”

Raymond, who spread his hands at Frances, showed helplessness on his face, it was the first time he had seen such a domineering and powerful potion, and Raymond also hid some of it.

In fact, during Raymond's dissection of the wild wolf, it was also found that most of the blood vessels in the wolf's body had old bursts, which should be caused by excessive doses.

Frances, who had been listening carefully, burst into laughter after a moment of silence!

"That's right! This potion works so dramatically!" Francis pressed the flask to her cheek, and Frances's eyes became hot. "That's how the effect of this potion is described, so this potion must be dose-tested before taking it!"

Relieved, since Frances had long known the risks involved, Raymond was no longer ready to continue reminding, but what Frances said later still made Raymond stunned.

"The prisoners who are in custody will provide the data for the dosage determination," explained Frances, who tucked the vial directly into her arms, with a grateful face. "Although there are not many prisoners during this time, it should be enough to test the amount of potion used. ”

"Prisoner?" Flames repeated the word in amazement, and Raymond didn't quite understand. "Is there an equal ratio of men and women among the prisoners?"

"Oh my God!" Francis turned to walk away, shaking his head and sighing, as if Raymond had asked something strange. "It's okay if they're all men, what I need is a dosage measurement, do I need to provide them with women......" (To be continued.) )