After reporting to Dofink, Downton did not go to the cafeteria. He ate bread spread with ghost honey and walked to the dormitory. At the same time, he did not forget to discuss with Homer what to do next.
"There will definitely be a lot of trouble recently, so I have to show up as much as possible during the day, otherwise I won't be able to deal with sudden conflicts in time." Downton calculated the profits, "If you only have the evening time at your disposal, why not go to an independent laboratory?
Practice preparing potions."
"Don't you think it's too cost-effective to only stay for one night after teleporting back to the dungeon with the same burning magic stone?" Although they have only been together for a few months, the Grimoire has almost become familiar with Downton's character. Perhaps
Because he has always lived a poor life, he is very good at calculating money.
"Yes, one night in the Western Continent, or five days in an independent laboratory, should be enough for me to prepare an improved version of the magic energy extraction potion. I will save the next batch first, and when the time comes, I will return to Polusna, and meditate every time
Drink one every now and then and your efficiency will increase much faster.”
Downton felt heartbroken when he thought of the magic stones spent on teleportation. Besides, cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Rushing will not solve the problem, but rather haste, waste of speed.
"Agreed!" Homer likes a regular schedule.
Back in the dormitory, by the time Downton finished washing up briefly, Grimoire had already opened the door to the Hive Experiment Building.
"You really don't give me any time to rest!" Wiping his wet hair with a towel, Downton grabbed his backpack and walked in.
When the power furnace of the independent laboratory was started, Downton also entered a busy state and replenished the potion materials so that he did not have to worry about running out.
Jackson was lying in the shade of a tree, with the sky and the ground covered. He looked at the bright moonlight and was in a bored daze. In the iron furnace room not far away, the sound of forging was dense and dull, echoing deeply in the dark mine.
With repeated experimental exercises, Downton became more and more familiar with the preparation process of the improved version of the magic energy extraction potion.
There are nearly a hundred sheets of parchment placed on the test bench, and they are densely filled with various formulas and experimental diagrams.
After breaking down the entire experiment into more than a dozen plans, Downton finally selected the three most optimal ones so that they could be carried out simultaneously.
Homer stayed aside, occasionally giving advice and answering Downton's questions.
Looking at this hard-working young man, the magic book is becoming more and more satisfied. He is not only hard-working, but also uses his brain and does not follow the formula rigidly.
After dismantling the experiment, Downton went through it step by step. Then he found out the most difficult steps and operations, and focused on practicing. If it didn't work a hundred times, he would do it a thousand times, and he completed everything meticulously.
Homer could see that Downton was not just mechanically adding up the number of exercises, but actually learning. Whether he failed or succeeded, he would think about it and grasp the key points.
On the last day, Downton finally began to prepare the improvement potions. And he did three of them at the same time.
Holding the Erlenmeyer flask, Downton shook his wrist quickly to shake the solution and mix it thoroughly. At the same time, he kept his eyes on the thermometer on the distillation tube on the second experimental stand.
He had done this operation no less than a thousand times, with great force. He was already familiar with it by heart. When he silently counted to 360 seconds, the solution in the Erlenmeyer flask began to change color.
Downton quickly uncorked the flask and poured the solution in. The color of the solution in the Erlenmeyer flask had completely turned blue. This meant that the mixture was fully mixed.
In the whole process, not a second was wasted, not a drop of solution was dripped.
Downton didn't dare to relax and put the flask into the zero-degree ice-water mixing box next to it. Wow, the solution cooled down and dissipated heat, forming a vortex-like mass that rotated violently.
"The temperature has reached the standard." Just as Homer was about to remind him, Downton was already standing on the second experimental stand. He quickly removed the alcohol lamp, took off the distillation tube, poured the boiling solution into the frosted beaker, and added
The fish blue grass powder that had already been weighed and placed on the tin foil was poured in.
Boom, a cloud of purple smoke came out, forming a swimming fish. Downton quickly picked up the dropper with his right hand and dropped the dragon and snake liquid on it. With the five fingers of his left hand, he picked up the powdered Hazy Moon Grass, quickly and evenly.
of sprinkled into the solution.
When the 'swimming fish' touched the dragon and snake liquid, they immediately stopped and disintegrated into smoke. Before it dissipated, the solution in the beaker produced a huge suction force, causing them to fall back into the beaker.
Seeing that the solution turned purple, Downton breathed a sigh of relief. One of the three most critical and difficult steps was finally completed.
If there is no way to add Hazy Moon Grass in one breath to allow the solution to create suction, the 'smoke' will overflow. You must know that they are the main ingredients of the improved medicine, and the longer they stay in the air, the more likely they are to be absorbed.
The more moisture and impurities there are, the lower the effectiveness of the medicine.
After doing all this and heating the distillation tank, Downton took out the one in the cooling box, opened it, pipetted it, and added the processed magic potion.
During the entire configuration process, Downton did not dare to be distracted at all, because one mistake could lead to the failure of the experiment, which not only wasted the potion, but also meant that a lot of time was wasted.
"It's time to add coolant." After Homer projected the words, he realized that Downton had not noticed at all. At this moment, his attention was more focused than ever, and his body coordination reached the extreme. Although the entire configuration process was stumbling, it was still a success.
Proceeded without any mistakes.
Time passed by unconsciously. The busy operations and nervous mood made Downton's forehead covered with sweat. He needed to wipe it constantly to ensure that the sweat did not affect the configuration.
The last step came. The moment the solution boiled, Downton picked up the buffer and poured it in quickly in a triangular order.
Boom, a cloud of azure mist like sea water rushed out of the mouth of the bottle, forming a vortex-shaped air mass that slowly rotated and lasted for ten seconds before dissipating in the air.
The solutions on the other two experimental racks also boiled one after another. The time interval was enough for Downton to pour in the buffer solution. If it boiled for too long, too much water would evaporate, which would reduce the efficacy of the medicine.
Looking at the light red potion in the three beakers, Downton sat down on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, then found that his entire clothes were soaked through.
"How does it feel?" Homer exclaimed. Unexpectedly, Downton actually did it. The ten-second air mass was a sign of successful preparation of the improved potion.
"It's great, I feel a sense of accomplishment." Downton swallowed and urged, "Quickly check the efficacy of the medicine?"
Homer is already working on it. It is worthy of being an ancient grimoire. After scanning it with the Eye of the Soul, it reported the numbers.
"It's about 78%, which is an excellent level."
"It's almost not excellent enough!" Downton was a little regretful. If divided according to the potency, 70% is excellent grade, more than 80% is excellent grade, and more than 90% is perfect grade. This level of potion
, any bottle is worth millions of gold coins.
"Just be satisfied, you can drink this, it will increase your meditation efficiency by 1.2 times." Homer calculated that if the supply of improved potions is ensured, Downton's cultivation speed will increase again.
You must know that an ordinary magic energy extracting potion with the same efficacy will only increase the efficiency by about 0.6 times, so the improvement brought by the improved version is already a terrifying value.
After tens of thousands of years of continuous elimination and improvement, the magic energy extraction potion is one of the top ten best-selling potions and has a huge demand. Therefore, the raw materials for making it naturally need to be common and cheap, and the production process should be simple, easy to handle, and quantity.
Produce.
Downton picked up a quill and made a list on the parchment. He found that although the cost of the improved version was 260 gold coins more expensive than the original version, if it were to be sold, even if it was 50% effective, one bottle would be at least
It also costs eight hundred gold coins, and this bottle costs up to two thousand gold coins.
The body of a magic user has a tolerance limit for any medicine. Drinking too much in a short period of time will not only reduce the absorption effect, but also cause damage to the body and soul seeds, so everyone will pursue medicines with higher efficacy.
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This is why perfect potions are expensive.
"In the future, I no longer have to worry about making a living or starving to death." The corners of Downton's eyes were moist. If he sold the potion he prepared in two hours, he would earn enough money to work as a postman for half a year. Sure enough, he learned a lesson.
Craftsmanship is so important.
"Hey, hey, can you be ambitious? Are you planning to sell potions for the rest of your life?" Homer looked down upon him and whipped Downton, "Have you rested enough? Prepare some more while there is still time!"
When Downton walked out of the independent laboratory at noon, he had twenty-five more improved potions in his purse. Of course, the subsequent experiments did not go well, and two-fifths of them were scrapped, otherwise there would be more.
Back in the dormitory, Downton couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the floor. He was about to drink a potion and meditate to try the effect, but the door was smashed with a loud bang.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Before Downton could answer, the barbarian Arnold smashed the door and rushed in. Jackson and Hamlet entered amid flying sawdust, assuming a fighting stance.
Behind them, the dwarf Giroud and the blacksmith district steward were hiding by the wall, only looking with their heads exposed.
"Aren't you at home? Why didn't you agree and made us think you were killed?" Giroud complained carelessly, "I'm almost starving to death."
The dwarf's implication was that he wanted Downton to treat him to a meal.
"This guy is very worried about you." Jackson pointed at Arnold and shrugged. He couldn't tell these people that Downton was in the laboratory, and he couldn't stop the grumpy barbarian. He could only let him knock on the door.
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"Sorry!" Arnold was embarrassed, "I can repair the door."
Seeing that Downton was fine, Harley nodded, then his eyes fell on the potion he was holding, and his eyes lit up involuntarily, "Magic energy extraction potion? Judging from the color, it seems to be of high quality!"
"Try it! I prepared it myself." Downton threw the potion to Harley. Although the number of times they got along with him was limited, he already knew Harley's character. He was a bad guy.
"Are you a potion master?" Harley was stunned. Even the others looked at Downton with expressions of undead. (To be continued...)