How to become a mermaid

Chapter 127 Planck's Pot

"Dong dong dong..."

Just after Samantel knocked on the door three times, Planck's voice came from the room: "Wait...wait...a...down! Immediately...get up...come!"

Hearing Planck's response, Samantel withdrew his hand knocking on the door and waited quietly for Planck to open the door for him.

About 2 minutes later, the door of the infirmary was pushed open.

Plank staggered out of the house wearing a special gas mask made by Shaman Lair.

When he saw Samantel sitting at the door, the expression under the mask was a little bit surprised.

They had always communicated through the fish tank before, but they didn't expect that Shamanleir would come out now.

"What kind of potion are you boiling in it? It smells so strange!" Shamanlael asked.

He sniffed, and felt that the strange smell from Planck's opening the door was even stronger.

He looked into the room and found that there was a thick green mist floating in the whole room. Planck's large iron pot was placed on the medicine cabinet, and something was being stewed in it. With large bubbles, it exudes a pungent smell.

A green mist floated to the door, and the complex smell of smell and fragrance rushed straight to the sky, making Shamanleer retch involuntarily.

He tightly covered his nose, and fanned the mist away with his hands.

Seeing this scene, Planck showed an awkward smile on his face, and whispered, "It's...whale...fish...sand, it...needs...high...temperature...heating."

Although the voice was very small, Shaman Lear heard it clearly.

As soon as he heard this name, Shaman Lear's face turned green instantly.

Whale sand... isn't that just whale poop!
Planck, you're cooking shit in your room!
And I have smelled it for so long, and I still feel a bit fragrant!
yue!

Samantel hurriedly pushed his wheelchair and withdrew ten meters away from the infirmary.

Seeing Samantel retreating to the corridor, Plank scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Moni... told... me... to take advantage of... now... to make... grow... grow... magic... medicine... all... ...Finally, the taste...taste...is...a...a little...a little...big, no...nice...meaning!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to his Gouba mask again, and gave Shamanle a thumbs up.

"Your...mask...really...very...very...useful, I...almost...almost...smell...not...what...what...taste...today...efficient...very... ...Gao, it has been...boiled...made...three...pots...!"

"There are... many... many... no... have... finished... if... if... you... now... don't... have... urgent... things..., you can... wait... late... come to... ...find...me, I...then...when...to rest."

Planck himself doesn't think there is any problem with cooking whale sand in the room. After all, this material is used in growth potions, and many other potions also use various sands.

As a pharmacist, he's used to it.

It's just that the smell is a little bit stronger, it's nothing, after it's cooked, sprinkle some salt in it, the taste is still very good!
It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good, anyway, it's not him who drank it in the end.

Shamanel has been covering his nose and listening to Planck's narration. After listening to him, he suddenly thought of a question, that is... Planck seems to have only one pot!

Every time the potion is brewed, I set up this big iron pot and stir it in the pot.

He can use this pot to cook fish cakes now, which means that he...

"Planck, the blood algae juice you gave me before...couldn't it be boiled out of this pot too!" Shamanlael asked in disbelief.

"Ah?" At first hearing this question, Planck was still a little puzzled, but he still nodded honestly and said, "Yes... ah! It's all... made... with... this... pot...!"

As soon as he heard his answer, Samantel's face turned greener.

Known: This pot has boiled all kinds of sand, and it is also known that the potion he drank was boiled in this pot.

Conclusion: He has eaten all kinds of sand.

A complete set of logical relationships emerged in Shaman Lyle's mind.

Shamanleir is an exquisite male fish, the kind that has to jump several nautical miles every time after platooning the fish cakes, for fear of getting a little bit of it.

When he heard that the potion he drank was brewed in the pot that Ollie gave him, he felt like he was about to suffocate.

He started to dance, and said to Planck in some confused language: "Why... you should prepare more pots! Cook these... these special ingredients separately! You can't cook them all in one pot!"

After all, Planck gave him medicine, and Shamanlael had no reason to blame him, but he strongly disagreed with this practice of cooking everything in one pot!
No, absolutely not!

Seeing Shamanlaer's fierce reaction, Plank suddenly understood now, knowing what he was thinking about.

"Hooh~hooh~" A burst of laughter came from Planck's mouth.

He smiled and said: "Don't...don't...worry...I...every...every...will...clean...wash...dry...clean...!"

"It doesn't have to be washed clean, it... there will always be something left on its surface!" Shaman Lair said.

Hearing Shamanleir's rebuttal, Plank showed a simple and honest smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Wash...no...dry...clean...it's okay...it doesn't matter, you can...cultiv...raise...the pot …gas!"

"According to... it is said that the more... the potion... the pot... the more... the more... the pot... the gas... the more... use... it... boil... to... come out... The...quality...of...the...magic...medicine...is...higher!"

Hearing Planck's serious explanation, Shamanlael really got stuck in his throat and didn't know how to spit it out.

God is so hot!You should raise a purple clay pot!
He only knows that there are some people on the earth who don’t wash the tea stains in the purple sand pot, so that a thick layer of old tea stains will accumulate in the pot. It is said that this can make the tea brewed in the purple sand pot more fragrant.

Unexpectedly, Planck also played the trick of raising pots.

However, this kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable to Shaman Lear. He strongly protested to Planck: "This is not allowed, you must divide it into two pots! If you don't have a pot, I can help you make one!"

Although he may not be able to drink Planck's potion in the future, Shamanlael still wants to help him get rid of this bad habit.

After making the mask for Planck, Shamanlaer's self-confidence was high, and he felt that he was a little genius with his hands. He even made the mask, and it was impossible to get him with a mere pot.

However, this proposal was rejected by Planck, who shook his head and said, "You...do...no...it's..."

"This...pot...pot...made of...magic...medicine...uses...material...very...special...special, needs...to...be...to...high...temperature...and...low...temperature, in order to ...and...various...special...different...environments."

"A...ordinary...black...smith...do...not...!"

"Actually, I...are...preparing...to...give...this...pot...to...you...when...you...go...to...!"

"It...is...accompanied...for...for...many...years...old...old man, inside...inside...pot...certain...can...enough...help...help...you, raise...high...magic The...success...rate of making...medicine...to...!"

Hearing that Plank said that he would give him his pot, Shamanleir was very moved, and then refused!
He shook his head with a straight face, and said, "You don't have to!"

　Planck: I have cooked a lot of things in this pot, and it has been enchanted with +15. It is a legendary kitchen utensil that glows. You can use it!
　　Samantel: No!It boiled shit!
　　Plank: I cleaned it up.

　　Shaman Lair: You didn't!

　　Planck: Oh, it’s okay, it’s called a pot gas!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)