"Am I that stupid?" Downton felt a little disappointed.
"It's not that you are stupid, it's just experience. If you want to improve the success rate of formulating the same potion, besides practice makes perfect, you also need to use a more perfect formula." Homer sighed, "The seventeenth improved the formula of the magic energy extraction potion. Although
It increases the success rate, but it also makes the operation much more difficult. The failure rate will be frighteningly high for a junior potion master, let alone an apprentice like you."
"Can you take a look at it?" Downton didn't want to give up.
The magic book projected a recipe that used only five more herbs than the original version popular in the Western Continent, but the steps increased by a total of twenty-seven.
Downton is no longer a layman who doesn't know anything. He understands that the success rate of any potion can be increased by just improving the steps without adding additional potions. This is definitely a modification that can only be made by a genius.
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"The formula involves some advanced operations such as high-frequency oscillation and steam distillation. Only intermediate potion masters can complete it. Letting juniors do it is a complete waste of herbs and time." Homer comforted, "This is also the formula.
The reason why it didn’t spread.”
Of course, Homer did not say that any of its owners was not a pauper, and was not so destitute that he had to sell this potion to make a living.
"I want to give it a try!" Downton stared at the formula without blinking for a moment, lost in thought.
"This is useless work. I've told you before that Potions is a very boring subject. You can't succeed without spending a lot of time." The Grimoire doesn't care about wasted potions, it just wastes time.
The independent laboratory burned a large amount of magic stones to slow down the flow of time, but it was still not enough for Downton. If it were switched to the Western Continent, it would mean that a year and a half would pass quickly.
"Youth is a priceless wealth. You should use it in what you are best at." Homer persuaded with rare sincerity. "With your qualifications, plus the resources of the underground city Polusna, even if you don't
According to my teachings, it is very possible for you to advance to the dragon-slaying level before the age of twenty-five. By then, your life will be increased, and you can learn potions as you like."
"I want to give it a try." Downton picked up the quill and sketched on the paper, "I can practice these six difficult operations specifically. You see, after breaking down the tedious steps, it will become simpler."
The grimoire knew this method, but it was still time-consuming. It wanted to refuse, but it saw Downton working at his desk seriously and writing out a series of formulas. It really couldn't speak.
"I have calculated that it takes nearly two hours to prepare an improved potion, including distillation and resting. These steps take a long time. If I am not busy during this period, I can do the instillation process of the second potion, and then the third
The shock operation of two potions..., if the time is staggered and fully utilized, I can conduct three configuration experiments at the same time, and as long as one of them is successful, it will be worth the price."
Downton wrote quickly, breaking down each step of the experiment and listing the time required.
Looking at the clear data, Homer was surprised. He didn't expect Downton to find a solution so quickly. This kid may be really talented in potions.
Because the previous owner had used it, Homer knew that this was possible, but there was a prerequisite.
"Are you sure your operation can be accurate to the second? Infusion temperature, pipetting time, shaking strength, etc. Even slight delays may lead to experimental failure, and during the experiment, you need to stay focused, which takes a lot of energy.
With a lot of brainpower, are you sure you can coordinate the overall situation and proceed in an orderly manner?"
Downton had also made two potion preparations at the same time just now, but that was the basics. It was simple as hell, but the improved potion was different. Even if an intermediate potion master only made one, he could not guarantee an 80% success rate.
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Downton did not answer immediately, but kept calculating, and the pen tip scratched on the paper, leaving a pleasant rustling sound.
Homer admires Downton's attitude very much. He will not make promises casually, but as long as he says something, he will definitely have the confidence to do it.
"I can do it." Downton nodded. No matter what the cost, he would work hard. It was his pursuit to stand out as a potion master, get a decent job, make his mother happy, and make his sister happy.
"Then just do it." The magic book stopped trying to persuade him. Looking at Downton's sharp facial contours, it understood that this was a young man who would go all out to fight once he made a decision.
Downton spent the rest of the time practicing these advanced operations. If a thousand times didn't work, then he would do it ten thousand or one hundred thousand times.
With Downton's third-level physique, practicing shaking an Erlenmeyer flask made his wrists so tired that they were sore and trembling, and he couldn't even hold a knife.
When Downton left the independent laboratory, he had almost lost weight.
Potions is a very mentally demanding subject. In addition to extremely precise operations, it also requires a lot of calculations, and you must not relax at all times.
"Crazy!" The Grimoire has seen Downton's desperate efforts in battle and his furious writing in the large library. Unexpectedly, he is still like the hourglass of time in experiments and will never stop.
When Downton returned to the dormitory, he startled Jackson who was poking the table with a dagger out of boredom.
"Master, you look so tired, as if you were fed rice by ten succubi!" Jackson smacked his lips, thinking that his metaphor was cool and sounded like a poet.
"Get out!" Downton cursed angrily, and lay down directly on the bed, falling asleep. Although he was sleepy, his mental state was good. Five days of high-intensity training had greatly improved his completion rate.
After ten days, you can start preparing the improvement potions.
"Master, don't sleep yet. This is an overseer's uniform sent by a servant." Jackson picked up a neatly folded black uniform and walked to Downton's side, kneeling on one knee.
I have to say that Jackson's skill at flattering is really good and he never forgets it, but Downton is not used to it.
"Stand up and get out of the way." Downton held the short black stick on his clothes and pretended to beat Jackson.
"Don't fight yet, we are in trouble." Jackson protected his head, "All the miners who were your cronies were beaten up with excuses and severely injured. If you don't take a look, your hearts will be shattered."
Downton looked out the window. The orange sunset was spreading all over the place, and fiery clouds dotted the sky.
During this day and night, the overseer forces had frightened the ordinary miners with their crazy revenge. They could not kill Downton, but they could deal with these miscellaneous fish with ease.
"I can guarantee that no one will dare to talk to you when you go out now!" Jackson licked his lower lips, showing a hint of ferocity, "If you ask me, we will kill them all, and hang all those who disobey."
"Wake me up at eight o'clock." Downton took out the copper-case pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at the hands, and threw it to Jackson.
Blindly attacking might have the opposite effect. Downton needs to take a rest and think about a response plan.
It quickly became dark, and the tired miners who had finished dinner walked back to their dormitories by the light of the spar street lamps.
Before Jackson could wake up Downton, there was already a knock on the door.
"Open the door!" Downton sat up, took out a few pieces of bread and ham from his backpack, chewed them slowly, and assumed a calm posture.
"Master Overseer!"
Six worried miners came in and greeted Downton respectfully. They had no choice but to run fast and were blocked by the overseer, who would have definitely beaten them.
"Are you idiots? Why don't you fight back?" Downton cursed. He had to raise the momentum of these miners first. Otherwise, how could a group of weaklings compete with the supervisory forces?
The miners lowered their heads and did not speak, but the meaning was self-evident. They were the supervisors, so why should we fight with them?
"Have you forgotten? I am also a supervisor. I am your backstage. If you hit someone, I will carry it for you!" What Downton wants is to form a force. With more than 10,000 miners added together, even if they are not magic users, they will cause trouble.
The momentum created was enough for those supervisors to drink a pot of wine.
The miners looked happy and looked at each other, relieved by these words.
"Go ahead, gather the miners who can fight, and gather three centurions. Tonight we will take back all the grievances suffered by everyone." Downton reassured everyone, "Don't be afraid, I am a paladin, and I am injured.
They will be responsible for the treatment and will also provide pensions.”
"We don't want money." How dare the miners ask for remuneration? They were still unsure of Downton's temper, worried that he was saying perfunctory things.
"This is my decision. When I go to find someone, I will make it clear that anyone who obeys my orders will get a salary of ten gold coins tonight and works hard enough. I will also recommend him to Chief Daofinke. Maybe he can
Get a supervisory position." Downton waved his hand and suddenly hit the table, "But don't blame me for not saying the ugly things earlier. If someone breaks the chain in secret, I will be the first to kill him."
The miners hurriedly patted their chests and reassured themselves. When they thought of Downton's background and strength, they felt that this might really be an opportunity to climb up.
"Go for it!"
After hearing Downton's words, the miners hurriedly left and went to make friends with their close friends. At this time, it was natural to stick together.
"Very good, add carrots and sticks, this is the way to control your subordinates." Homer suggested, "You must give those ordinary miners a subconscious feeling, so that they will feel that if they follow you, they will have good prospects, get rich, and become human beings."
Master, only in this way will they be effective."
"Understand, I have to be tough. As long as I show enough strength to compete with the overseer forces, my subordinates will continue to expand like a snowball until they can no longer be ignored." Downton reacted quickly and revealed everything.
"Yes, but miners and other fish are not enough. You have to take leave tomorrow and go to Chenwu Town to hire some mercenaries with blood-licking blades. There will be no shortage of bloodshed and conflicts in this month. You can't charge every time.
"Previously." Homer has used the crisis in the Dagger Mine as a test to temper Downton. After this time, I believe he will mature a lot.
"Sir, the three centurions have arrived."
Without keeping Downton waiting, his cronies came over excitedly to report that they were already gearing up to do something big. (To be continued...)