"Really?" Schiller said, "I'm a little tired, it would be better if I could have a cup of hot coffee."
"The potion has much better effect than coffee, look at mine." Wanda walked to the material cabinet next to him, opened the drawer, picked several herbs from it, put them in the grinding crock and mashed them, threw them into the pot next to him, and mixed the juices together, then filtered them, and poured them into the pot together.
After simmering until the bubbling was bubbling, Wanda began to cast the spell. The magic light flew out of her hand and then changed the color of the pot. A scent of herbs dispelled the unpleasant smell in the operating room, making both of them feel energetic.
Soon, two cups of tea were brought over rather than coffee. Wanda slapped his hands and said, "Try it, this is the best potion sold in my store, and every customer will have one."
Schiller picked up the cup and saw no tea leaves. The tea was shiny blue. Although it looked a little difficult to enter, it was indeed very fragrant and smelled a bit like a prepared medicinal tea.
Schiller sucked a small sip, and the mint-like spicy taste in the entrance. The cold feeling went straight from the tip of his tongue to the brain, making Schiller who was roasting in front of the fireplace instantly awake. Then there was the bitter taste of herbs, but it did not spread to both sides of the tongue, nor did it feel pantothenic. The sweetness quickly surged up.
Schiller's eyes lit up and said, "It's delicious."
"Right?" Wanda also cooked himself a cup, and then said, "I improved the recipe a little so that the taste was not as good as the customer's response."
"I think you can study these things in reality," said Strange. "Orients have begun to study magic herbs, and maybe you can be a real traditional witch soon."
"Really? Actually, I like the feeling of opening a shop." Wanda sat down on a small stool beside the wall, and then said, "But it may take hundreds of years to reach the popularity of magic in this world. I still want to pass the nursing exam first."
Just as the few people were chatting with tea, Schiller suddenly remembered something. He said: "Do you know what potions can be made by Mandela grass, ambergris and moonglass?"
Wanda opened her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembled. She held the cup and said, "These are prohibited drugs that cannot be bought on the market. These are herbs that can make people hallucinate. The magic potions prepared are also poisonous. What do you ask for this?"
"Is that true? What potion can be prepared?"
Wanda thought about it carefully, but soon she waved her hand and turned into a thick book, which was a very typical magic book, with a purple cover and a metal edge. She began to search the books constantly.
"If there are only one or two of them, it is usually used to prepare anesthetics. The anesthetics you are using now should contain the ingredients of these herbs."
"But if all three are used..." Wanda handed Schiller the magic book.
"Dream-entering potion?" Schiller looked at the Latin text above and said, "Can this potion make people dream? What does this logo mean?"
"This is not only a dream, but the key is that it will not be awakened easily, but also allows people to enter deep dreams." Wanda rubbed the pages of the book and said, "This kind of potion is very dangerous. Once taken, it may never wake up again. But it also has a corresponding antidote. Let me see... sulfur, it requires sulfur powder to be used as an inhaled incense..."
Schiller seemed to have thought of something, and he said, "Can only the witches adjust the potion?"
"Magic masters can do it too. But as far as I know, in this universe, real magicians are very powerful. They have their own mage towers and a large number of students who receive royal enshrinements, and there are very few."
"They usually regard potions as something insignificant, and look down on witches. There will be no magicians to mix potions. This job is usually done by witches, and it is inherited by family. My shop was inherited from my mother."
"You said the police chased you because they regarded you as another witch? Do you know who that is?"
Wanda shook her head, but then said, "But I've seen a glimpse of the wanted warrant they were holding. The witch also had red hair. No wonder they would admit their mistake."
"The last question, is it possible that the witch is a man?"
"ah?"
"Didn't you say this is a race? Is it possible that there are male members?"
"Of course it is impossible. How could a witch have a man?" Wanda said speechlessly, "The man is called a witch. There are no male witches in this world, only magicians and witches who do not distinguish between men and women."
Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "Natasha."
"What?" Strange asked at him.
"Natasha should be working in the other ward," Schiller said.
Strange frowned slightly, saying, "Although Natasha is indeed red-haired, we can't deduce it's her based on this clue alone, right?"
"First of all, through the dream content, we can already determine that there is something wrong with this hospital, so it is possible that not only we can see what happened to the two children, but other doctors can do it."
"The three medicinal materials the other party wants are obviously to prepare the dream-entering potion and then use the potion to explore the dream."
"Generally speaking, only witches can modulate potions. We don't know how to do it, so there is no such means of exploring dreams. Then you can probably be sure that one of the other person is a woman."
"The other players we met since we came here are all acquaintances from our universe. There are not many red-haired women among our acquaintances, except Wanda, and Natasha."
After saying that, Schiller smiled slightly gloating and said, "Natasha has always been not very cold about magic, and it is her turn to be a witch."
"A Soviet witch..." Strange shook his head and said, "It's hard to imagine what she can do."
"Why are all acquaintances in this game?" Wanda took a sip of tea and said.
"It's probably to let us adapt to the game." Schiller actually didn't know the reason, but he felt that it should be more than just him. Perhaps all those who line up double dungeons for the first time were met with acquaintances.
There are many benefits of putting acquaintances together. The most important thing is that you can omit the process of exploring each other, understand each other's other party, and just start doing it.
To be civilized, it means allowing players to focus more on exploring the plot. If Schiller and his friends meet players from strange universes, when they meet each other, they will inevitably spend a lot of time collecting each other's intelligence and understanding what kind of person the other party is. But if they are old opponents in the same universe, there is no need to waste time.
Like when he met Stark before, once Schiller confirmed that it was Tony Stark of their universe, Schiller would no longer spend time thinking about what Stark would do after leaving here. He would betray him without any psychological burden. Anyway, if he was arrested, Steve would find a way to save him. The bounty would be gone without taking it.
After listening to Schiller's speculation, Wanda nodded and said, "It makes sense indeed. But Natasha should have a teammate? Who will her teammate be?"
"Batman." Schiller finally took a little serious expression, and he said, "And it is the most difficult Batman to deal with."
Strange sat upright and looked at Schiller and said, "What do you mean?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't need to know him, because every Batman's difficulty exceeds your limit. It doesn't matter how difficult it is."
"Besides, this is a restricted copy. Everyone is basically ordinary people who are powerless, and he can't do anything to us."
"This may not be." Strange said, "If Natasha is a witch, then she has an attack method that is beyond ordinary people. If she suddenly gives us some, it will be enough for us."
"I am more professional in being a witch." Wanda said holding a teacup. "Although I consume a lot of magic power, I can recover with just a period of rest. And she may not be as good as I am at modulating potions, otherwise she would not have chosen such a high risk of dreaming potions."
Strange and Schiller looked at her together.
Wanda stretched out his finger and pointed to the magic book on Schiller's hand and said, "In fact, there are many other potions that can achieve similar effects. Although they are not as good as dream potions, the risk is much lower."
"The most important thing is that many other potions are not that difficult to buy. I really don't know how they got Mandela Grass. That thing was a very rare banned drug in my mother's era, and it basically only exists in auction houses. It would take some effort for the great magician to get it."
"That is, you can make potions that are almost the same, but cheaper and safer?"
"Yes. However, if you really want to explore the deepest dreams, you still need to risk using dream entertaining potion, and its effect is irreplaceable."
Wanda put the teacup aside and said, "Since they have chosen to use this potion, it proves that the plot in the dream is more critical to them. We don't have to deal with them, just explore the plot."
"That's right, you're underestimating how difficult it is to Batman," Schiller said. "He will preset all the others in this world as his enemies. If you don't have anything to deter him, even the means of defense he uses against you can cause big trouble."
When we talked about this, the door was knocked and the bear guard came to deliver the goods.
The pile of things Schiller ordered was placed at the door. After the bearer left, the three of them moved the boxes piled up to the ceiling together.
"What is this?" Wanda asked in confusion.
Strange also stared at the pile of things, and he looked at the metal tools in the box and said, "I can still understand all of these, but this..."
He turned to look at the box beside the wall, which contained many bricks. A larger box next to it was filled with clay powder and some sand.
"This is something to use later." Schiller dragged the box to the fireplace and said, "Didn't you notice that this fireplace in our room is special?"
Wanda and Strange both looked at him.
"What kind of flame is it that can burn an adult with bones and meat in less than half an hour?"
Strange was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this issue before. After all, he was not as professional as Schiller in destroying corpses and traces, and he had never burned a living person at all. How long would it take to burn a person?
But when he heard this, Wanda showed surprise, and she said, "You mean, the fireplace burned an adult in half an hour and it was completely gone? This is impossible!"
Seeing Strange turn to look at her, Wanda said, "I have worked in a crematorium and are responsible for picking up bones in the stove. The crematorium is full of professional equipment and it will take a long time to burn it. It's just such a small fireplace..."
Wanda looked at the fireplace and shook her head. She leaned over and tried the temperature with her hands and said, "This temperature is not up to standard."
"That's the problem," Schiller said. "This means that this may be a magic flame, and the efficiency is much higher than we thought. If that's the case, isn't it a waste not to make good use of it?"
"...What do you want to do?" Strange narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
"It's very simple." Schiller said with a smile, "creating a last resort for modern humans to protect themselves."