At six o'clock in the morning, Moriarty lay quietly on his back on the bed, with his eyes closed. Helena sat on the low stool beside the bed with a haggard look on her face, holding a warm and moist handkerchief in her hand, gently touching her face from time to time.
He gently stretched out his hand to wipe away the fine sweat on his lover's forehead. On Moriarty's chest, a slightly bloody bandage was tightly wrapped around his ribs.
"Morty..." Heyana looked at the sleeping Moriarty and couldn't help but her eyes turned red.
In the early hours of this morning, during Moriarty's last experiment on the basegrass solution, an accident happened again. Due to improper heating operation, the test tube filled with the basegrass mixture exploded. Although such an accident has happened before
Many times passed, but this time, whether it was a coincidence or bad luck, the fragments of the broken test tube directly cracked the outer wall of the heating furnace, triggering a second, larger chain explosion. And Moriarty
Because he was too close to the center of the accident, he was directly hit in the ribs by the flying "shrapnel". Fortunately, because there was not much fuel left in the heating furnace, the most terrible deflagration accident did not occur.
When Heyana heard the loud noise and rushed back, she found Moriarty trying to get up from the floor full of debris, with one hand covering her chest and ribs, and thin blood continued to flow from the fingers.
Seeing this, Heyana immediately stepped forward to support Moriarty, moved him aside, and quickly checked the wound.
Fortunately, although he suffered an unexpected attack, Moriarty's actual injuries were not too serious. Except for a finger-long and half-inch-deep gash on the edge of his left rib that was cut by a sharp fragment.
Only two fingers on his right hand were slightly bruised due to the support when he fell.
"Haina, what time is it now?" Just as the black-haired girl was thinking about her lover's injury and was slightly lost in thought, Moriarty suddenly opened her eyes slowly and asked softly.
"Ah, Morty, you're awake! Great!" As soon as Moriarty woke up, Heyna couldn't help but exclaimed softly, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be controlled, dripping down like broken pearls.
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"Don't cry, I'm fine." Moriarty looked at the pear blossoms and rainy Heyna, smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand to caress the girl's cheek, and wiped away her tears. However, such an action seemed to
It touched his wound and made him frown.
"Morty, don't move yet." Seeing Moriarty's slightly painful expression, Heyna quickly took his hand and said, "Although the healing potion has helped your wound heal, it still won't fully heal.
OK."
"Yes." Moriarty closed his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he felt a cool energy in his chest and ribs constantly seeping into his body, and the pain of the wound slowly eased under the repair of this energy.
"I'll get you some food and hot water. Just lie down and don't move." After saying that, Heyana stood up and hurried out of the workroom.
About ten minutes later, Heyana came back with a dinner plate. On the plate was a portion of heated milk oatmeal, a few slices of white bread, a portion of jam and a glass of warm water.
With Heyana's help, Moriarty slowly sat up from the bed. After rinsing his mouth with warm water, Moriarty picked up the bowl of oatmeal and began to eat slowly. While Heyna
Sit aside and spread the jam evenly on the bread slices with a knife.
"How long will it take for my injury to heal?" After drinking most of a bowl of semi-liquid milk oatmeal, Moriarty immediately felt refreshed and the strength in his body continued to recover.
"It will take three days to recover, but you can get out of bed and walk around tomorrow." Heyana handed the bread with jam to Moriarty and said, "Dad said so."
"Uncle has been here too?" Hearing that he even alarmed Schmidt, Moriarty was slightly startled before taking the bread.
"Well, you were injured, and I was very worried, so I asked dad to come and take a look." Heyana lowered her head and said softly.
"Haha, thank you, Heyna." Moriarty smiled faintly and reached out to lift the girl's round chin.
"Hurry up and eat." As if she was still not used to Moriarty's slightly intimate behavior, Heyna's cheeks quickly turned red.
"Uncle, did you say anything else?" Moriarty had no intention of teasing the other party anymore. He tore off a corner of the slice of bread and put it into his mouth. Immediately, a mixture of fresh orange aroma and mellow wheat aroma filled his mouth.
Get moving.
"Dad just said that you should have a good rest these days. Besides...the other thing is that after you recover from your injury, Dad wants to see you once."
"Uncle, want to see me?" Moriarty glanced at Heyana.
Since the contract officially came into effect, Moriarty has not seen Schmidt again for more than half a year. It seems that his alchemy experiment accident gave the middle-level mage something to think about.
"Okay, please tell uncle that I will visit him tomorrow morning." Moriarty ate the bread in a big mouth and then said.
"But if we go tomorrow, your injury..." Heyana was still worried about Moriarty's injury.
"It's okay. Didn't you also say that I can get out of bed and move around tomorrow?"
This is the magic of magic. Perhaps, compared with the technology of the earth, magic still has limitations and deficiencies in many places, such as popularity, practicality and basic use. But in other fields, magic has
It has great power that cannot be achieved by technology. For example, Moriarty's injury this time. According to earth's medical technology, no matter how fast the wound is, it will probably take about a week to fully heal; and it will probably take more than a month to heal.
time. But after using a bottle of healing potion, Moriarty was able to return to his normal state within three days. This is a concrete manifestation of the greatness of magic.
"Okay." At Moriarty's insistence, Heyena agreed to convey her request for a meeting tomorrow to her father, but the girl immediately said: "At least, you must rest in bed for the whole day today! This cannot be done anymore.
It’s vague!”
"Okay." Moriarty looked at Heyana with a serious face and agreed with a smile.
At noon, Heyana brought back news for Moriarty, and Schmidt agreed to summon him tomorrow morning. Moriarty was also looking forward to this.
At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Moriarty put on a new set of work clothes after taking a careful shower, and came to the main floor of the tower where Schmidt was. When he stepped out of the teleportation array, he saw that he was wearing the same clothes at a glance.
Schmidt, who was wearing standard work clothes in the studio, was standing in front of the large test bench, waiting for him. On the test bench, a set of completed alchemy equipment and sixteen groups of raw materials neatly arranged in categories were placed.
"Brute strength potion?" Moriarty could tell at a glance that everything on the test bench was the alchemical tools and materials necessary to refine the brute strength potion.
"I'll only do it once. Watch carefully." Seeing Moriarty appear, Schmidt said loudly without waiting for the other party to greet him. Then he took a step forward and lit the heating furnace on the test bench. The heating furnace
The model was exactly the one that injured Moriarty's ribs in the explosion early yesterday morning.
Moriarty, who already understood what Schmidt meant, said no more, and immediately stepped forward to get closer, watching the mid-level mage's every move intently.
Being able to observe Mr. Schmidt's alchemical operations on the spot, if such a thing is revealed, it will immediately attract countless envy and jealousy from the outside world. Even the three mage assistants in Schmidt's studio have been doing things one by one over the years.
Working for the tower owner, I have never had such a valuable learning opportunity.
However, Moriarty did not have the time or energy to consider the thoughts of other mages. He had to seize the precious opportunity. Moriarty even guessed that if he had not seen himself injured due to the experiment, the always serious Schmidt would have
My uncle would not give himself such a "small stove".
In front of the big test bench, Schmidt looked expressionless.
From the moment he lit the heating furnace, the middle-level mage entered into a special working state. At this moment, the world in his eyes had been divided into two. With the large test bed as the boundary; outside the boundary, it was temporarily hidden.
; Within the boundaries, there is a plane that belongs to him alone.
The raw materials were screened in the same way, the solution was distilled in the same way, stirred in the same way, and cooled in the same way... Moriarty silently watched Schmidt's textbook-like alchemical operations, keeping them in mind, and at the same time comparing them one by one with his own actions.
About ten minutes later, when Schmidt put the last extract of "Daisy Chrysanthemum" into the test tube, "bang", a faint light suddenly lit up. Then, the liquid in the test tube began to fluctuate violently as if boiling.
After half a minute, the fluctuations calmed down, and the liquid turned into a clear and transparent light red without any trace of impurities.
Schmidt took a special wooden stopper and sealed the mouth of the test tube, and then threw the brute force potion directly towards Moriarty.
"Pah." Gently catching the test tube accurately, Moriarty bowed lightly to Schmidt.
Opening his palm, there was still a trace of alchemical heat remaining on the test tube; Moriarty stared at the light red potion in the transparent tube wall, filled with admiration. In just ten minutes, a brute force potion with a market price of at least twenty gold coins appeared.
It was born before his eyes. He didn't even need to taste it, just looking at the potion in his hand, Moriarty could confirm that it was a top-quality brute force potion.
"Now, what do you think?" At this time, Schmidt's voice sounded again.
